I promised a rapid update and here it is.
Vince scoured the streets for somewhere to go. He felt like a tramp. A fashionable, famous tramp, but a tramp none-the-less. Problem was, however, Vince wasn't a tramp and that meant people knew who he was.
"Hey, Vince. You off too some cool party?" - "No, leave me alone."
"Vince, Vince. Aren't they the clothes you were wearing yesterday?" - "I dunno, am I?"
"Vince! Vince! Oh my god it's you! Are you crying?" - "No! Go away."
"Vince. Is that a new hairstyle?" - "No, I forgot to do it this morning."
"Vince. Are you okay? You look hungry!" - "I'm fine."
"Vince, when's your next gig?" - "I don't know."
Vince, Vince, Vince, Vince.
"ARGH!" Vince suddenly exploded. "LEAVE ME ALONE EVERYBODY!" He started to run down the street like a demented banshee. Everyone on the road turned to look at him and he suddenly felt as though he had no escape. He'd always loved the attention from being famous but he also loved going home, to the flat. When he was alone with Howard and not be on show anymore. It was time when he could relax. But without Howard Vince realised he was living life in a fishbowl, he was on display with no way out. He hated Howard. Why had he kicked him out? What had he done wrong? Why now when he needed him more than ever?
Unbeknownst to Howard, Vince had started to have an absence of faith. He'd begun to doubt whether he wanted to be this 'new Vince' because underneath that confident exterior was a childlike need to be loved and cared for. Vince had been close three times now to packing in the stardom and returning to the shop, but the prospect of playing Glastonbury had reminded him why he loved to perform. But what had made Vince more happy was that he could share it with Howard. However, now it seemed Howard wasn't interested anymore. Though Vince couldn't understand why not? Hadn't he and Howard always shared that banter but at the end of the day if anything was seriously bad they'd be there for each other and that was all Vince needed to feel safe. Now his safety net was gone. Howard was gone. Everything that was the old Vince was gone.
It was almost a month since Howard had last seen Vince. Within a few days Howard had worked himself into a frenzy. He still had no idea where Vince and he wasn't answering his phone. This was all Howard's fault. If only he'd been more patient. He was about to see Vince for the first time in far too long and he felt a fluttery excitement in his stomach. It didn't matter that it was only on TV he was about to see Vince. He flicked it on. Vince should be onstage any second now, he thought.
"And now…" said the presenter "we're going over to the main stage and it's Vince Noir." The screen flicked to a brightly lit stage with lots of good looking dancers wearing sparkly clothes. 'Typical Vince' thought Howard with a small smile.
"Hiya everyone. I'm Vince Noir, rock and roll star. This song is dedicated to my best friend. He knows who he is." Howard glowed with pride as Vince started to sing. Howard knew he'd messed up but Vince had obviously forgiven him. It was time to go to Glastonbury, it was time to make things right again.
I know it's short again but the next one will be longer.