Chapter 3
Terry Peerce sat alone in his apartment. He'd spent the day taking his voice lesson, his singing lesson, and a dance class in the afternoon, and had lost himself in a movie at dinner time. He worked hard-harder, he thought, than anyone he knew. Why? He, like Lindy, wanted to become a star.
He looked up from his desk. On the wall there was a picture of David Cassidy, one of Bobby Sherman and three of David Bowie. In the past three years he'd yearned for a style, a certain gimmick that would set him apart from the others, something to get him ahead. He emulated Bobby Sherman at first, but when all the teenybopper girls in the country switched to David Cassidy, so did Terry. And recently the British pop sensation, David Bowie, had hit his brain like a lightning bolt. The wild i
