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Stood in the Crowd

Re-Write

Okay so every review, except one, said it was a bit on the confusing side so here is a, hopefully, better re-write! If it's not better and less confusing then I'll just go back to the first because otherwise it'll confuse you even more having two of the same crappy stories (my own words not yours) To be honest, I think I crammed too much into one chapter so I've spread it out.

Peace and Love,

Mrs Old Gregg

(Natalie)

xxxxxxx

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Italics is Howard.

My same old Crimp Buddy

After seven flirtinis at home, I finally decided that my loneliness was only bringing me down even more. I was Vince Noir, Rock and Roll star, I didn't deserve hate mail. I'd worked for this! I didn't just happen. I'd done everything for this life. I pulled off my hoodie, throwing it over some worthless pictures which I'd put up when I'd first moved in. There was some jazzy freak on them with me. Photoshop, It's just Leroy going on Photoshop again. I thought as I changed into something more presentable and put all the hate mail letters to one side. Okay, so it was only two but it was two more than I deserved. Did they know who I was? They said I was Bigheaded. As if! I was big haired not bigheaded. Once I was more than presentable, I stared at myself in the mirror one last time and set out. I won't lie, I loved what I saw. My hair was perfect, my face was perfect, my outfit was perfect.

I ambled down the road, one or two photographers taking my picture. I smiled, I was in my element. All my friends ran over and practically ambushed me. I didn't think at the time about Howard, I'd forgotten. I'd promised I wouldn't but I had. My best friend was Leroy, he smiled and handed me a can of beer.

"Drink up mate. You look like you've had a shocker." He chuckled and downed the last of his beer. He was already drunk, as was Jacque, Carla and Mama Zoom. Funny, I hadn't talked to them since that birthday party last year but as soon as I became famous, they all wanted to be friends with me. Well, all except Leroy, we'd always been close. We were like Nutella on toast. We staggered into a bar; I was a lightweight but after one? No, it took at lease one and a half. I looked at my beer can which stated it was 50%. I looked at Leroy with a smirk.

"I didn't think there was a beer that was 50%." Leroy winked and whispered,

"There isn't." He chuckled and I widened my eyes. "I made it myself. Don't worry I aint trying to drug you mate." I forced a laugh but secretly I wanted to know what he had put in it that made it 50%. The first club was alright, I was dancing and all the girls were dancing with me but the second one wasn't. I didn't know it was someone's girlfriend. I wasn't psychic. She never told me so how was I to know? He pushed me into a table, anger swelling in his eyes.

"Look mate, I wasn't trying to pull her or anything. It was just a kiss yeah? Cool your boots." He grunted and looked at his girlfriend who was in a state of shock.

"Just a kiss? I don't think so. I saw you mate; I saw the way you looked at her. I swear…" I cut him off. I was Vince Noir for Chris's sake. I didn't have to listen to him.

"Yeah, yeah. Do you know who I am?" He squinted in confusion and pushed me up against the wall.

"Who do you think you are talking like that? You aint no God. If you're famous, I've never heard of you." I smirked. Since I'd become famous, I'd loved all the street fights. If I wasn't in one, I was watching one. I lived in a rough part of London and all of my friend's loved fights too. Especially Jacque, for a cube he was very violent.

"I think I'm Vince Noir and I think you should be down on your fuckin' knees. You know why you aint heard of me? Because you have a crap music taste and no interest in the world of music and fashion. I bet you sit there in your big pants watching documentaries because you have no friends." He punched me in the face and I fell back into Carla who stood me up and cheered me on.

"Go on Vince; don't let him do that to you." I punched him again and kicked his leg so he fell to the floor. I smirked and kicked him again and again. I'd never been this violent before but he was asking for it. I had a reputation and I never used to be the violent type but I guess people change. My life changed as soon as I became famous. I became harder, less of a wimp. I stood up for myself. He stood up and knocked me out in a swift punch. I crashed to the floor as photographers flocked in to take my picture. I woke up in my apartment, my head still spinning. What had happened? I'd forgotten all about it. Guess I was just that drunk.

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"Newspaper's in." Naboo smiled as I picked it up and stared at the front page. 'Vince Noir in Bar Brawl'? "Heard Vince's been in a fight. We should go and see him, make sure he's okay." I shook my head. I wanted nothing to do with him anymore. He'd promised me he wouldn't change yet I was staring at the proof. The old Vince wouldn't hurt a fly, he was too afraid of messing his hair up but this Vince had makeup smudged down his face, his hair askew and was unconscious.

"No, no I'm not going. You can but I'm not." Naboo raised and eyebrow, placing a hand on my shoulder comfortingly.

"Come on Howard, he's young. He'll learn. He's not got the wisdom of years you have." I stared at Naboo with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm only 33. Oh, that's another thing. He's forgotten my birthday, not a card or anything." It hurt turning my back on someone I knew I still cared about but I had to. I knew he had forgotten about me. That's what made it so hard to grasp. He'd told me he wouldn't forget me but he had. I'd lost every ounce of trust I still had because of him. I just wanted to run away and never come back. I wanted to hide away from it all because it was tearing me apart. Just the other week it was in the newspapers that Jacque Le Cube was doing drugs, no doubt that habit had rubbed off on Vince. He was so innocent and naïve but now, now he was a monster. I saw him the day before, in Camden. I was only there because I needed to get Naboo his pipe refilled. In his eyes, I saw the hazy, zoned out look. He was living like a rock star but I knew deep down, he was still the same old coward he used to be. The same Vince that screamed every time he saw Eleanor and disappeared behind me. Naboo smirked.

"We all know you aren't 33 Howard." I smiled and leant back in my chair. I had Naboo, I always had naboo but he wasn't my same old crimp buddy I missed more than anything.

Well, I hope it was better. Please review and give me feedback so I know weather to delete chapter 1. :- ) Thanks a lot. Love all of you who reviewed my last attempt despite how confusing it was. :D

Mrs O.G