Chapter 2
The talent show was fast approaching and, no matter how much Vince begged, Howard refused to perform with him.
"Please, Howard." Vince whispers as they sit in an English lesson.
"No."
"But I'll look stupid if I'm up there myself!"
"That's your problem, not mine."
"Please, Howard!" He's ignored. "Howard!" He says, his voice a whine.
"The answer is no. Now be quiet and pay attention." Vince slouches in his seat, sulking, as the teacher rambles on about something. He's not sure what. He doesn't care.
A week before the talent show, Vince had finally resigned himself to the fact that he would probably be performing alone. He was still going to play his guitar and sing Heroes, despite Howard's refusal to join him. The rejection had hurt him, but he wouldn't let his friend see that. Anyway, he could be just as good on his own. He would wear a cool outfit with sequins and awesome boots. That's what it was about, anyway. It's never about the music, it's about how you look. That was his motto. He didn't need Howard. He'd be fine. He'd be better than fine, he'd be brilliant. He was Vince Noir, Rock 'N' Roll Star. He was always brilliant!