"Vince, let's get this straight to the viewers, you're talking about a psychological mix-up, right?" Nigel asked.

"Yes. You've got these different versions of your character, and they all have a reason like they are on the battlefield, compete between them, and in the end, there's the reality."

"I'd like you to talk to us a little bit about show business, as you experienced and experience it. You've had a lot of recognition, but you've also had an attack on your career by third parties. What do you think is happening there?"

"They use the good energy of effort stubbornly, just to destroy and conquer as they see fit. Even with the pity of the people they trade. Even more with the sensitive or weak if you want a celebrity's side. Do you know how much honor costs? they know that by standing up there, they'll win. The goal is money and movement for it, disorientation. Wickedness, which when it finds you unsuspecting, you are amazed, as a 'sunshine' person quite rightly said to me once in my life."

"Who is this person?"

"Vinnie Olsen," he said without hesitation.

"You're talking about the known girl who was blind and worked as a social worker. And lately, she found her light again."

"She found the carnal and I found the spiritual."

"You know Lavinia Olsen personally?"

"Several years."

"Where did you meet her?"

"She came years ago to a concert of mine with her siblings. I knew her right away. When you make a choice, you know it's right, from her silence. You don't have to talk about the real thing. It experiences itself. And Vinnie was nothing but the truth in my life. You see, purity has excitement, while ignorance breeds lie."

"We, as a show, wish Lavinia Olsen the best of luck for her wedding," Nigel said, making Vince frown once again. "We return to our conversation here tonight, Saturday night in company with Vince Cooper, for our viewers who have now opened their receivers. Vince, you were talking about the jealousy that prevails in the artistic world and the consequences. So what about those who have no real reason to react like this but do it? And why once they influence someone then they don't bother anymore?"

"They thirst to see you destroyed. It somehow calms their jealousy that they can't do what you've accomplished. They're starting to talk about money not bringing happiness that this road doesn't have a happy ending and so on. And you fucking know what it is? that they're right after all. When the artist succeeds, he has the unwavering belief that he can manage everything. Money, fame, reputation, family, children, friends, fans, work, all of it. And when this 'unwavering belief' turns out to be a lie of the mind, it's over. Because every effort was based right there. To illusion. And you see that all those years you thought you were living the way you wanted, it was just usurping. It's like being in bed dying and smiling at first. At that moment, thoughts of sadness begin to form in the mind. The smile slowly fades and disappears completely. And just before you take your last breath, you start crying and yelling in front of all eternity, begging for a little more earthly time, to seize a chance to do what you didn't do, so you can secure and hold that smile and then walk away."

"But it's too late," Nigel stuttered.

"It's a yes. Because sleeping when it comes, it doesn't give time and extension. And we all know that. Never accept anything that threatens our last moment, for which no one will give a word. No mother, no father, no brothers, no friends. Nobody. Only ourselves."

"From what you said, I understand there's a 'trap' in the whole publicity management thing," Nigel said, passing on his last words that seemed like he'd gotten a little out of it.

"Of course. That's all there is I would say."

"So what is in a nutshell in your opinion ultimately fame, glory?"

"It's a mold. If you want, you get in; if you don't want, you don't. But if you do, you have to follow exactly the rules they've written about the mold. If you make the mistake of getting in and managing them as you like, you're gone; as others have been lost in this endeavor. Meanwhile, you seek to find your soul that has gone and suffered," Vince smiled sideways.

"And if an artist nevertheless gets into the mold and makes the mistake of managing the reputation on his own terms, which is the way out to escape the mess?"

"You ask the question and you say, I hold still? Feel the points of your damaged and necessarily take the decision on the fact that you can't go back, to be young again to have a freshness and spark of your kisses with someone and bonding with it that has created the time. You turn your attention to your interests, which are always there to keep you company unless you find the other half who will accept you the way you've come to be. You remember your failures in love, and you comfort yourself that you got away with it, and you don't want anything like that again. And right there, you love yourself more, not selfish but affectionate, protective. I've had a lot of luck in selective solitude. And that girl came not to imprison me again, but to accompany me to my freedom. Except that I wasn't there. I found her when she was gone," Vince closed his monologue, again leaving a hint for Lavinia.

Nigel figured it out, but he moved on. "There is, therefore, a strong interest and ruthless competition that affects the artist if we put in his personal life. And according to you, the artist is the one who loses everything, and in any case, due to the appearance of the management of the rules of the artistic field who decides at the beginning of the career. Apart from the excitement of fame, so what does the artist create and fails in the end?" Nigel asked thoroughly.