The only difference between Vince and the rest of the people auditioning for the lead singer of Black Shark was that Vince was a nine-year-old boy. The lights were hot and bright on the wooden stage, as the curtains behind him fluttered for a few seconds and a heavy-set man emerged in a white tux.
“We ain’t no kid’s band. Who let you in?”
“Now hold on a minute, Danny,” came a voice from the seats of the auditorium. A thin man wearing eye shadow walked on stage. “Who are you, kid?”
“You’re Tony Izadorri, lead guitarist of Black Shark. I’m Vince, your next lead singer.”
“Let’s give him a shot,” Tony said, whistling to a group of fans who threw him a beer.
“We don’t have time! There’s a photo shoot, Tony, rehearsals, and don’t forgot we got a concert booked with your new lead singer. Problem is you don’t have a lead singer!!”
“It’s my band. I call the shots. He gets a chance.”
“You’re killing me, T!”
“I love you, Danny boy.”
“Alright, kid. What do you want to sing?”