“Exactly.” She sat back, drained. “If I could give you any ounce of advice, if I could make the decisions for you, know what I’d tell you?” The question was rhetorical. She didn’t wait for a response. She pointed to the doorway at the end of the hall. “Run, Zack. Take your life and your family farm and the girlfriend you love so much and run like your life depends on it.” She grabbed a quick breath and lowered her voice again. “Know why?”
“Why?”
“Because your life does depend on it, Zack.” She pointed her thumb at the party happening in the adjacent room. “Zoey Davis? Girls like her hamming it up for the camera? That’s not life. This isn’t life. And every day you stay, you’re one day closer to losing everything you had. Fame’s a prison. Celebrity is a life sentence. You need to know.” She stood and seemed to force herself to soften. “That’s all.”
“Thanks.” Zack rose to his feet and brushed off his jeans. For a long time he looked at Chandra. Just looked at her. The warning was intense and personal. Even in light of his actions tonight it was hard to imagine being as famous as Chandra. But what if she was right? What if his actions today, the conflicts, the distance he felt from the people he loved—what if it were all just the beginning?
“You need to get back. I’ll stay out here. Step outside for some air.” She raised one eyebrow. “With my bodyguards, of course. Two of them waiting for me at the street entrance. See, Zack? You can’t go back.”
“I . . . needed to hear that.”
“Okay.” She smiled, the first time since she’d spotted him sitting alone in the hallway. She reached out and took his hands in hers. “About the kiss, don’t beat yourself up. If you find a way back home sooner than later, that mistake will be worth it. Might even save your life.”
“Hmm. Maybe.” He squeezed her hands. “What you said . . . it means a lot.”
“I hope so.” She released his hands and nodded back to the party. “Be careful. They’re watching. They want America to fall in love with you and Zoey.”
He squinted, not sure he understood. “Like, you mean they
Chandra laughed, but it sounded bitter. “Absolutely. Now go. Before they find you out here with me.”
Zack felt sick again. He stuck his hands in his pockets and nodded. Then he turned and walked down the hallway and into the party. Chandra waited till he was gone, then she did what she’d told him she would do. She pressed a button on her phone and waited until a guy picked up. “Ms. Olson?”
“I’m coming down.”
“Yes, ma’am. Someone will meet you at the top of the stairs.” His voice was gruff. This was serious business, guarding the life of Chandra Olson.
Chandra liked to think of herself as beyond tears. She’d already lost everything that mattered. What reason would her heart have to get involved now? But as she made her way to the stairs, as she watched for her bodyguard so she could step outside and get a few minutes of fresh air, she thought about Zack and a horse farm somewhere in Kentucky and a family who loved him. Parents and a brother and sister. She thought about the girl he loved waiting for him, and then she noticed something.
She was crying.
Crying for all that Zack stood to lose. And for the girl she’d been the day before her
A girl she could never be again.
chapter
16
The insanity of the next week was marked by rare quiet moments, usually in black Escalades or Hummer limos, when all Zack could think about were the words of Chandra Olson. Her story and her warning.
Her insistence that fame was a prison.
Zoey had cooled toward him, but only because she was hurt. That much was obvious to Zack, but apparently not to the producers. They placed the two of them in the same group for every activity, every red- carpet moment and photo shoot. Every rehearsal. By the time Thursday came, when it was time for a Disney movie premiere at Radio City Music Hall, neither of them was surprised when the production assistants asked them to walk the red carpet together. “Hold his arm,” one of them told Zoey. “Make it look good.”
She followed instructions, but along the way she whispered through her smile. “Sorry. This wasn’t my idea.”
“Don’t be sorry. This isn’t your fault.” He spoke without moving his smiling lips as cameras took a thousand pictures. Against his will, something inside him enjoyed her nearness, the fact that they were talking again.
He hadn’t exactly been kind to her. He had no reason to be angry with her. When he thought about it, the kiss in the hallway wasn’t totally her fault. Guilt crept into his heart as they found their way into the theater. Zack was aware of her every move and comment, and he realized something else. In a way he couldn’t explain, this past week he had missed her. They sat together when the movie started, and halfway through, under the veil of darkness, he reached for her hand. “I’m not mad at you,” he whispered. “There’s so much pressure. Everything’s crazy.”
She worked her fingers between his and for a few seconds she leaned her head on his shoulder. “Thank you.” Her voice was loud enough only for him. “I needed to hear that. I never . . . I never planned to kiss you.”
“Me, either.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze and then released it. The friendship they shared was real. No one else could understand what they were going through.
Zack settled back in his seat and remembered what he could about the week. Every time he tried to speak to Reese since the show premiered things had been strained. He wasn’t sure what to say, how to bridge the gap. He told her how his words of praise to God had been cut from his post-audition interview, and how they’d forced him to do the Tebow. How he and Zoey were only friends.
What he didn’t tell Reese was how it bugged him this week when Zoey kept her distance. Now he felt her arm against his, and this time he didn’t move away. Friends could be close and not cross lines. This was one of those situations.
He blinked and tried to focus on the movie. But his life kept interfering. Whatever the situation with Zoey, Reese believed him, which only made it worse. Zack tried to convince himself that there was truth to his statement. There was no romance with Zoey, nothing Reese had to worry about. When all this insanity was over, Reese would still have his heart. His love would be hers alone. Zack had no doubt. But then what was he feeling for Zoey here in the shadows of the theater?
Deep compassion, maybe. Friendship, certainly.
Whatever it was, the words he said to Reese—and those he didn’t say—felt bitter on his tongue, acid on his heart and soul. He still believed that whenever he came home, he would explain it all to her, even the kiss. But that talk needed to happen in person. He wanted to look into her eyes and pray she would understand. As for whatever this was with Zoey, well, he couldn’t even explain that to himself.
All he knew was that life was suddenly insane for all of them. But especially for him and Zoey. There was a sense that the two of them would glide through the second round of auditions and well beyond. Like Chandra said, their Twitter accounts continued to blow up. After Monday’s show someone started #ZackandZoey, and for a few hours yesterday it was trending in the top twenty.
Who else but Zoey could understand how different life had become, how surreal? He felt the warmth of her beside him. She was pretty, but what he felt for her wasn’t a typical attraction. She understood. Maybe that was all. At a time when there was no way Reese or anyone else back home could begin to understand, Zoey did. With a glance she could relate to the pressure and the changes in their schedule and the loss of privacy. And most of all the giant called fame beating down their doors.
Chandra was right. Zack still found ways to mention God, but each time Gaines told him to cool it. People were looking for success and star quality. Not preaching. Zack wanted to be both a light and a team player. So for a few days he hadn’t talked at all about his faith or his family. He could justify the decision. They had too many other things to talk about. Besides, maybe Gaines was right about overdoing it. No one was questioning Zack’s faith just because he’d cooled his references to it. His number of followers was growing faster than ever, which could
