I scowl at my agent for interrupting my call with Madison. I've jumped through his hoops all day—I need my personal time now. We walk towards our waiting transportation while he prattles on and on regarding my rising star-power, the new endorsement contacts tonight, and all of the appointments he will need to set up in the next two weeks.
When the outer stadium door opens, I'm not prepared for the number of fans still standing behind the barricades over two hours after the event. I've been spotted by those standing nearest the exit. I estimate one-hundred fans now yell my name in hopes of directing my attention towards them for autographs and selfies. Of course, they aren't yelling in unison—the noise is unnerving. Seems with 'rising star-power' comes new fans and thus less personal spac
