Down with the B-King Hegemony

[The main story is told in third person] My childhood friend is a total show-off. He wears sunglasses when he goes out on sunny days and carries a handmade Italian umbrella when it rains. He likes to strut around like a model who couldn’t care less about anyone, and when he stands still, he always has one hand in his pocket. To top it off, he has the perfect face for acting cool, and he draws a crowd of admirers wherever he goes. Eventually, he found the career that suited him best: he went onstage and became a star. Wherever the camera points, that’s where he gets to show off. Everyone says he’s so cool and handsome. I’m the only one who’s seen his bedhead right after waking up, watched him cower behind me in a haunted house, and seen his eyes redden when he spotted a kitten with a limp. He’s no “cold-faced demon lord who could destroy the world.” He’s just a slow-witted, timid crybaby. Then one day, this “two-faced” guy suddenly asked me if I could please not leave him. As if! I hate show-offs more than anything in the world! - A sweet-and-sour little treat. He’s not a mainstream celebrity, there isn’t much entertainment-industry content, and he isn’t based on anyone real. Theme: Be self-reliant