Okay… so again, this is little bits of most of your ideas.
Vince heard his name called.
"And last on this evening… it's Vince Noir."
He heard the audience scream with excitement. Turned out most of Britain had liked his audition too, though most were calling Howard his boyfriend, which had riled the 'man-of-action' no end. Vince, surprisingly, wasn't that bothered. Howard had ended up being just as popular as him after that first audition and that was where the idea for this evening's performance had come from. But none of that mattered now. All that mattered was the stage and his performance. The song had already started; it was filling the studio and the audience were already on there feet clapping along. The doors opened slowly and as he rose from the floor, he struck a pose; hands wide above head, feet planted shoulder width apart. Howard had told him, this pose looked like the pose of a three year old trying to be a star. To which Vince had responded "I am a star" and proceeded to practice his routine around the Naboo-made stage in the flat.
Vince stepped out onto the stage. High above him (well on the screen just above his head) he heard the moon (the actual moon! Naboo had managed to persuade him to help out by promising confectionary) say;
"Umm, er, Gentlemen and Gentlewomen, please welcome to the stage to sing his song. Vince Noir. I have a song it's called 'Mil-" But Naboo was ready and cut the moon off mid-word. Maybe he should have listened to the old adage; never work with kids or the moon (animals, in his experience had always done more that a satisfactory job).
Vince brought the microphone to his lips and sang;
"Do you love me?
Are you playin' your love games with me?"
A loud buzz cutting through the air, told him that Simon Cowell wasn't impressed. Vince stuttered the next line completely. That noise had put him totally off his stride but he soon clawed it back and pointed down the camera, asking the people of Britain;
"Do you love me?
Are you playin' your love games with me?
I just want to know what to do, cause I need your love a lot, oh come on now."
Then there was an explosion from the side of the stage; fireworks went off and glitter and smoke covered the small area. The moon's face appeared on the screen again and he said;
"It's Harold… what did you say Naboo? Oh, sorry Howard Moon. No wait. He's not the moon. I'm the moon. There's only one moon. Me. I'm the moon. Naboo, where's my giant KitKat?"
Vince wanted to punch Naboo for ever suggesting the moon would be a good idea but he didn't have chance to dwell on this idea. He looked up to see Howard emerge from the smoke looking better than he ever had. That backstage make-over had done him a lot good. And he sang;
"Movin' too fast, this isn't a race,
ooo baby back off, and lower the pace
slow it down, give me with space,
Movin' too fast, this isn't a race.
Then it was time for the instrumental. They couldn't help themselves. They had to do the mod-wolf dance, partly coz they sometimes saw it as their dance and partly because it was the only dance Howard knew, or could do.
"Do you love me?
Are you playin' those love games with me?
I just want to know what to do, cause I need your love a lot, oh come on now"
"Movin' too fast, this isn't a race
ooo baby back off, and lower the pace
slow it down, give me with space,
Movin' too fast, this isn't a race."
Then they walked to the front of the stage speaking directly to the main camera;
"Pick up the phone
We want your vote
Come on, don't make us beg now.
Cause I'm not your regular guy!
Don't be shy!
Do you love me?"
The music went dead. The only sound was the far off cheers of a studio audience and heavy panting, which Vince recognised as his own. Surprisingly, it was Howard who recovered first and hiss in Vince's ear.
"Look. They're on their feet."
Vince blinked and looked out ahead of him. The audience were indeed on their feet as were Amanda and Piers. Vince pressed his hands together in front of his chest, as though praying, and bowed his head slightly to them all mouthing 'thank-you' He thought he could hear Howard shouting;
"Hi mum." as he waved to the camera and the tinkle of laughter that emitted from the crowd.
Just as he was getting used to this feeling of euphoria Ant and Dec pounced on him.
"So Vince." Dec spoke. "How did you think that went?"
"I thought that went really well." he grinned. "I managed to get the moon to say a few words and…"
"Yeah. We were just saying that's a talent in itself. Now, we're going to go to the judges. You did get one buzz from Simon so lets start with you. Simon, why did you buzz?"
"Right Vince. I sent you through on the agreement that you would sing a proper song in the semi-final. You didn't do that and I think that it's probably cost you the final."
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" hissed the crowd.
"It's a shame" Simon continued, "because you're a nice guy and you are talented but will people vote for you on that performance? No, I don't think they will."
The audience booed and hissed.
"Oh please." Simon scorned them, "Are you honestly telling me you'd want to listen to that again?"
"YES!"
"Then you're all deluded." he turned back to Vince, "I liked the set up. The pyrotechnics were good but you shouldn't have included your friends in it." he glared with distain at Howard. "Like I said. It's probably cost you."
"You're a twat." Vince spat back before he could stop himself. The crowd let out the biggest cheer of the semi-final, of any semi-final for that matter .
"Woah. Vince." Ant laughed uneasily. "We are on before watershed, we'd just like to apologize to any viewers who may have been offended by that. Umm, Piers you didn't buzz."
"No I didn't and I have to say I agree whole-heartedly with what Vince just said."The audience cheered again and Vince blushed slightly and hid his red face in Howard's shoulder.
"Umm, I loved it Vince." Piers said. "I loved you in the audition and I still love you now." Vince grinned proudly. "I think you bring something a little bit different to the competition. There're plenty of singers who just get up there, stand in the middle of the stage and sing U2 songs but you bring energy and fun and above all… entertainment!" The crowd roared. "I think we might be looking at the next winner of Britain's Got Talent."
"Wow thank you."
"Amanda?" Dec prompted.
"I completely agree with Piers. I love everything about you both. I love the energy you put in to performing Vince. And don't listen to Simon, he's just grumpy because you ignored his advice and it's paid off. Best performance of the night Vince. And Howard I think I've just fallen in love with you."
Vince laughed as his best friend went the colour of a tomato; even his ears blushed.
"Thank you." Vince grinned. Howard squeezed his shoulder proudly and they both looked to Ant, who was now saying;
"Some mixed comments from the judges Vince. Simon said it cost you the final, Amanda said best performance of the night. Piers said the next winner of Britain's got Talent. Is there anything you want to say back to the judges?"
"Umm, yeah. I'd like to thank Amanda and Piers for their amazing comments and Simon, I am listening to what you're saying and I did think about doing a Gary Numan number tonight but and the end of the day… I've got to follow my heart when it comes to music and this isn't 'stars in your eyes'. I don't want to pretend I'm Gary Numan or even Bowie. I'm coming out here and being Vince Noir and I just hope the people at home vote for me." Then he smiled at Howard. "Vote for us." he clarified.
"Like Vince said, it isn't up to the judges so if you think Vince Noir deserves to be in the final, the number call is 09011 32 22 08" said Ant. "Or alternatively, you can push the 'review this story/chapter' button at the bottom of your screen and tell us who you want to see in the final. But for now, please give a big hand for Vince Noir aaaand…" he looked blankly at Howard.
"Howard Moon!" grinned Vince.
"Vince Noir and Howard Moon!"
The cheers from the crowd were like an explosion around the studio and Vince was grinning like a mentalist and bouncing about, clutching Howard's sleeve as they both bounced off to the left.
"So that's it." smiled Ant.
"All the acts have performed." Dec said."Now it's over to you to get voting. The numbers and 'review this story/chapter' button are at the bottom of your screen now. So get dialling and clicking now."
"We'll be back on Saturday with the results and the live final so tune in then."
Better do as Ant says… (haha)
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