The 23-year-old had one of those bodies that seemed to stay permanently athletic no matter how much beer, burgers, and road food he fed himself. With his painfully handsome face, bright green eyes, pale creamy skin, and luscious dark hair, Vince was always quite the showstopper. The other members of his boy band (that's what it really was, let's face it)-before they had jetted off to different parts of the USA to move on with the rest of their lives after their final album-would sometimes get jealous but, mainly, they didn't mind that the attention was constantly focused on their co-worker. Vince was always everyone's favorite in the singing group. Unless, of course, the fathers, brothers, and boyfriends at the park would prefer to join them in watching Vince do twice-a-day stage shows.
If it was in the budget, why not make his top employee happy and yank in more paying guests to enter the park? Maybe some girls and their mothers would be thrilled by the idea of watching some hot boy sing and wiggle around onstage while their fathers and brothers were busy riding the rollercoasters?
