Time
David Bowie
Howince
Drama
Howard knew Vince was coming to his first professional performance. It gave him a sense of peace, but somehow made him even more nervous. And apparently, it made Vince nervous too.
"Oh my God, Vince!" Howard rushed over to his partner, who was laying on the floor. "What the hell is wrong with him?"
"Quaaludes and red wine. When we found him, he was wanking in the middle of the fucking hall."
"Oh my God, Vince." Howard squatted next to Vince, and brushed some hair off of his face. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Vince? This is my night. I just wanted one. But I guess it's just about you, like always, huh?" Howard sighed, getting up. "Get me off the fucking stage if anything changes. Come on. This script is you and me, boys."
"Howard, are you sure you don't want to let the understudy handle this one?"
"I'm positive."
The crew looked at Howard sceptically, but continued with his work.
"Howard . . ." Vince tossed. Howard thrust his head back to Vince, only to hear him speak of senseless things.
Howard threw himself into the acting when he went on stage, trying to distract himself from Vince. After he got off during intermission, he started to cry. '9:25' read his watch, and he cried even harder. How was he still alive? How was anyone still alive? Or, better yet, why were they still alive?
"Howard." His co-star shook him. "Howard! We should be on by now." The co-star waved a hand in front of his face, but Howard was completely gone. "Howard. We should be on by now!"
"No."
"Come on, Howard! At least put on some trousers, it's freezing out here!"
"I'm fine."
"Howard, you left your coat behind. Come on, you'll catch a cold."
"Goddamn," Howard whispered to the man. "You're looking old."
"Howard, I've had it, come on."
"Don't be so hateful, Vincey." Howard was completely gone, and he was scaring the cast. "Breaking up is hard."
"Keeping dark is very hateful Howard, and very rude. Get up!"
"I had so many dreams until you came along. So many breakthroughs. You used to be kind, Vince, but love has left you dreamless."
"The door to dreams is closed."
"Are you smiling now; smiling through this darkness?" Howard took in a deep breath. "But all I had to give was the guilt for dreaming. Is that why we broke up?"
"Howard, you've gone wrong."
"You've gone wrong, Vince. We should be on by now, shouldn't we?"
"Howard, get your arse on the stage!"
"Fuck off, Vince. Am I just supposed to go out without my front man?"
"Howard, please. Wake up."
"Not until you do, Vince."
His co-star sighed, getting up. "Ge- Get his understudy. And get mine too. I'm not going on without him." Everyone was still. "Move," he barked, and they scrambled. "Now!"