User blog comment:TDIwriter/Idea and Contest/@comment-1153194-20120108051005

Here's my second attempt:

A band is shown playing in a smoky room with a decent amount of people watching. The lead singer takes a break from focusing on playing his guitar, and approaches the microphone and sings, his pleasant singing voice betraying his average at best appearance, and adding an intriguing twist to the heavy rock sounds of the music provided band's instruments. The other members of the band play their instruments, their good looks far more appropriate to the role of the typical front man. The song ends, with a good amount of cheering being done after it finishes. The lead singer is hit in the face with a bra. A woman calls out, "Sorry! That was meant for the bass player."

"Right," the lead singer states, as he passes the bra along to the reluctant bass player. "Thank you all for coming out. You've been a great audience. I hope you can find a bootleg of the performance, if not, our CD's are being sold over at that table over there."

"What's a CD?" someone calls out.

The lead singer makes his way off stage, with a slight chuckle. He seems to be in a hurry to leave the stage. He walks toward the camera that he set on a stand, and stands in front of it. He puts his hands in his front pockets and says, "There you have it. I guess I felt that I don't really have that much of a way with words." He shrugs his hefty shoulders. "You know, unless I'm singing them." He looks uncomfortable just being in front of the camera, as he looks to the side. "My name's Wheeler." He pauses before going on. "A lot of kids are in bands 'cause they hope to make it rich and famous. I guess I look at it differently. It's what I love, you know?" He looks over each of his shoulders before saying, "I've put a lot of thought into my reasons behind auditioning. I was hoping to give myself a little boost, I suppose you could say. You saw the other guys in my band. Let's face it, I'm not the prettiest guy to look at. I thought that if I joined, I..."

One of Wheeler's band mates approaches him. He has a young lady holding onto his arm. He says, "Hey, Wheeler. Me and the guys have met a few fine ladies, and we were hoping to hit our favorite burger joint. You coming with? You know you're welcome."

Wheeler looks at his band mate and asks, "Hungry Petes? I could go for one of their triple thick burgers."

Wheeler's band mate laughs and turns to the girl on his arm. He says, "Wheeler loves his burgers. You should see him inhale a bag of those suckers. It's quite an amazing sight." The young woman giggles.

Wheeler puts his hand on his stomach, and quickly puts his hand down. He says, "You know. On second thought, why don't you and the guys go on without me. I'm pretty beat from tonight's set."

"You sure about that?" Wheeler's band member asks.

Wheeler smiles and says, "Yeah, man. I'm good."

"Suit yourself," the band mate states. "See ya on the flip side." He points to his forehead and then at Wheeler. He and his female accompaniment walk off.

Wheeler looks after his friend, his eyebrows lifted as high as they can go in his now saddened state. He then holds his down, and remembers that his camera is still recording. He says, "Well... I... uh..." He lets out a sigh and turns his camera off.