How To Train a Rockstar (Complete)

Step 009: Change Your Name

"Vince!" Tommy chimed, holding out a sheet of paper, "Come check out this song!"

Vince called from the kitchen, "I'm making cupcakes! Can you wait for five minutes so I can put them in the oven?"

"FUCK YEAH, I CAN WAIT!"

"What'd you write?" Nikki leaned over to see Tommy's song, "Piece of your—TOMMY WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GET THIS?!"

Tommy had found the poem Nikki had written the morning after his dream with Vince. The one he wrote as an outlet for his feelings, all aimed directly at the sweet blonde boy that had recently entered his life.

It was titled Piece of Your Action. He never intended Vince to see it, or for it to be an actual song. He should have burned the damn thing.

"I found it in your room!" Tommy explained innocently, in a way that partially convinced Nikki that he didn't know what is was inspired by, "I don't know why you're so mad, it's pretty good."

"I don't like it..." Nikki thought of an excuse other than please for the love of god don't tell Vince about my horniness, "I don't think the words fit right together."

"Who'd you write this for?" Tommy nudged his side with his elbow, "Was she hot?"

"Nah, man. J-just a dream girl, I guess."

Tommy chuckled, relating to Nikki's heterosexual struggles. Or maybe he saw right through it all and was thinking about Mick.

"Alright, I'm here." Vince threw his oven mitts on the kitchen table and came into the living room, "What's the song?"

"Here you go." Tommy handed Vince the paper, shooting Nikki an acknowledging glance, "It's actually by Nikki."

"I love your songs, Nikki! So I know it'll be good!" He chimed, gripping the paper tightly between his fingers, "Piece of Your Action..." He read aloud slowly.

"Do ya...know what it's about?" Nikki said through his teeth, he could feel himself breaking out into a nervous sweat. If only Vince wasn't so innocent...

Vince didn't respond, he just looked over the song again, "Can we start now? I really want to sing it right now!"

Nikki swallowed hard. Luckily, Tommy spoke up before Vince could get suspicious, "I don't think it's best to rehearse without Mick here anyway, we'll wait until he gets home from work, alright? He should be home soon."

"Okay, I'll wait for him." Vince paused, "Can you tell me about the name?"

"You know Vince, have you ever though about your name." Nikki mentally applauded himself for the seamless segue, "Like, do you like your name?"

Vince nodded slightly, not understanding the suddenly changed the subject.

"Now, what's your full name?"

"Vincent Neil Wharton." He was still a bit skeptical.

"Vince, Vince, Vince!" Tommy piped up, shoving Nikki away to get closer to Vince, "Wanna know Nikki's real name? It's not Nikki!"

"NO. NO. TOMMY DON'T—"

"FRANKLIN CARLTON SERAFINO FERANNA, JR.!" Tommy screeched, fending off Nikki easily as he clawed at the air, trying to fight him.

"Aww, I would love calling you Frankie!" Vince cooed, "It sounds so cute!"

"FUCK OFF PAPADIMITRIOU!" Nikki growled, ignoring Vince's dreamy sigh. And extremely surprised that he was able to shout a long greek name perfectly.