"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Another Saturday night here at the live talk show, meeting famous personalities from the showroom and beyond it. Tonight, the show has the honor of hosting a huge music artist, who was distinguished for his talent very early, but also for its wonderful velvety voice. Let's give a big round of applause to Vince Cooper!" Nigel said after finishing his introduction.

Vince, under the influence of meds, flawless makeup that hid the marks on his face, casual clothes, and a timid smile, made a spectacular entrance to the studio.

"Good evening, Vince. We're glad you're here tonight. I see you well, granted that you've been hospitalized lately from what we read in the papers."

"Yes. That's the way it is."

"You want to tell us what happened and how you ended up there?"

"I won't be original; I will say what is repeated over and over again because that is how the truth turns out when the facts of people end up with its result. I'm addicted to drugs and alcohol and went into rehab. I had a lot of losses overall and now I have to pick up the leftovers."

"Yes, I see. Let's start from the beginning when you were a kid?"

"My real parents I barely remember. Until I was eight years old, I lived in institutions and foster homes. Until the moment my parents I lived with, adopted me and I found a home, what they call a family."

"And you were pleased?"

«Very. I was lucky those two people found me and picked me up. Until then, I was living on the sidelines. And that, from a very early stage, gave me the idea of getting to be something so that I could be reckoned with and accepted into society. You see, I was at the age where I understood that those were not my real parents, so they could hide it to me and learn it later, as is usually done," he said, full of confidence, giving the impression that you are not going to chew his words avoiding the questions of Nigel.

"Since when did you start working on music, Vince?"

"I was about ten when my parents bought me my first little piano and I was thrilled. I was making progress day by day, becoming one with music. I also went to school. I was locked up in my world and I wouldn't let anyone in. Not even my brother, who stood by me like no other."

"You're talking about your also adopted brother, journalist Philip Nolan, right?"

"Yes."

"And from what you had to say, he was a supporter of yours, you had and you have very good relations."

"And we will. Philip is my second 'me'. The good 'me'."

"I see. Shortly after your adolescence, you wrote your first songs resulting in your maiden platinum record."

"Yes. Until today I write music. It's the only thing that never betrayed me when everything collapsed around me. That's why talent remains at the end. To keep companionship in the artist's apparent impasse."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Glories compete with each other. The glory of an artist is less than the glory of a lord. Everyone is glorified by his own audience, who has recognized him. But no one is different as a person. We all face the same everyday problems as everyone else."

"You've been married once and you've lost a child, right?"

"Yes. Once my daughter was born, I held her dead in my arms and led her to her final resting place. In how many people have this happened? A lot of people. So what did glory and money do about it? Nothing. I remain the father of a dead child," he said, turning down his gaze bitterly on the memory.

"The world and your fans were just as sad about it. But also about your breakup with Noelia," Nigel said.

"When they hear we broke up, they get desperate and ask why. And when we're together and they see we're having fun, they're jealous till death to break up. So people should either be sad about something or envy something."

"You say that also about your fans?"

"Fans love us for the show, the song, the music we offer. And so it must be. If someone consorts with an artist, they're very likely to be sick of him and not even want him as a friend. And that's because the world doesn't know us as people, to join us, to relate to see our everyday life, away from the lights of the stage. To see what our true character is and not the standard on stage. So I say this: judge the work of the artist, but do not judge him through his work."

"Especially artists who also started from scratch and not under the most favorable conditions," Nigel commented.

"Yes. It's just that we artists want to prove that we deserve something, first as human beings. Everybody needs that. When you haven't gotten that recognition from home, you run to stand out in art, more to convince yourself. And when you realize that what is missing is love and God, you fall apart with the lost years that have passed, seeing your irremediably meaningless endeavors. Up there, you can see who suit to stay with you and who mostly lasted."

"With your ex-wife, we read that you were in a serious disruption. Is this still going on?" Nigel asked.

"With some, there's no point in fighting anymore. Where the other one means everything to you, at the same time it's nothing. And this is done to see with our own eyes what the truth is."

"But what if we don't always suit with each other?" Nigel asked with a crooked smile.

"I say, should we not always have what suits us? And I ask again, why not be with what suits us? This mess I experienced, so I got sick," Vince responded honestly.

Meanwhile, the ratings were rising. From the very first hour of the conversation, the people from the channel station talked about a rerun of the show, with confidence about the same successful result.