I look around the movie theater and see a whole bunch of paparazzi around me.
“What the hell are they doing here?” I ask Colin.
This small movie theater looks more like a museum from all the picture taking and Journalists. There are only 5 rooms that are left for the movie watching. All the walls show a purple color that looks like it's from the 80's.
In his new Red ACDC T-shirt and black skinny jeans he makes me like him even more.
“I have no idea,”
My mind buzzes. I keep my eyes on my movie ticket trying to barge through the cameras to the movie.
All the purple wallpaper with camera flashes against them makes me dizzy. The lamps don’t even need to be on the walls with these cameras.
“Excuse me,” I yell at a tall brown haired guy that has some big black geeky glasses.
“Hello? Can you see I’m busy?” I can see his green eyes combined with all the black he has on.
“With what, pictures?”
“Zack Gallagher is here,” He assures me.
Zack Gallagher, famous singer. He’s known worldwide. There are so many fans of him. Zack sings Rock and expects the people to love him. All I want to do whenever I hear/see him is barf. With his short brown hair and blue eyes combined with the most expensive clothing items he thinks he’s the best. *barf*. My cousin always mentions his killer smile and eyes that are as blue as a clear blue summer sky. Again may I say barf? Zack’s music is good but seriously, I wouldn’t die for him or follow him like my cousin Julie does. What turns all the fans on is his voice. But no-it isn't only his singing voice, he has a very unique voice that when you hear it you know it's him. I hate to admit it but it turns me on too. You just remember it and where ever Zack Gallagher is-you know that he's there.
“So?” I switch to the photographer.
“He’s Zack Gallagher,” His shock shows through.
“Okay, listen. Why would he be in West Dundee?” My point shines.
“I don’t know, now get away,” The crowd starts their flickering again and I spot him.
Zack Gallagher in West Dundee coming out of the men’s bathroom. So amazing, yeah right; this is sick.
Finally the paparazzi start to follow him which gives me room to get to the movie room.
“Colin!” I yell at him.
“Comin’” He runs to me.
Someone bumps into me and I see that it’s not Colin.
“Get in,” Zack says.
I look at him. What is he doing? Why is he doing it? I don’t wanna be near him or I’ll barf.
“Why?”
“Don’t you wanna see the movie?” He pushes me in with him.
“Yeah, but not with you,” I pull away seeing the big screen showing commercials and seats all lined up in red. The walls in here are also purple but it's splattered with Soda's, Ice Tea's and many more drinks. When you go up the steps there are blue lamps on them leading you up.
“Why not?” We sit down at the first seat possible.
“Because, I’m not a fan,” I take a look at him.
“Really?” His eyes stop staring at the screen.
“Yeah,”
My legs shift around crushing popcorn pieces on the floor.
“Do you like my music? Or is it something else?” His interest is shown.
“I like your music, really, but I am not your fan. I’m not gonna run wild for Gallagher.”
His body shifts to the position that he is facing me fully. As normal his American eagle clothes are on him. His hair is in perfect order and his killer smile shines out, Uh.
“Wow, this is not normal,” his voice still shows the uniqness of it.
Is he stupid or something? I want out of this.
“Of course not, you expect everyone to run wild for you, want your autograph, to need you, to want you to be the best friend. But that’s not me.” I am getting bored.
“Uh, well, um,” He’s speechless.
“Why did you hide?” I return to why he pushed me in here with him.
The screen starts showing "ShamWow!" commercials. I feel my butt getting numb from the seat.
“Hide?”
“Don’t be stupid. You were the one who pushed me here.”
“Oh yeah, the paparazzi is crazy,”
“So they pushed you?”
“No, they are killing me. Following me everywhere. I have no privacy, no secrets, nothing is private about me. Everywhere I go there are crazed fans, paparazzi, reporters, celebrities for the cameras, TV hosts. I have no privacy.” His list hits me.
“Wow, tough luck. You love it that way; the fans are your favorite.”
“No, yes, wait listen. The crazed fans are the only way I have this carrier, so I let them be. But the rest is horrible.” He picks at his watch.
“Uhuh, sure. Like I can believe that.” I stand up.
It’s time I leave. I can’t stand being here anymore and listen to this crap.
“What are you doing?” he gets shocked.
“Going to tell them you are here,” I start walking.
“No, please don’t,” He pulls me back.
“Why not? You love them so much,”
“Did you listen to anything I just said?” Zack starts to worry-I can see it in his eyes.
“Lies,”
“No they aren’t. They are true. Can you please not tell them? I kind of need this private time,”
“Kind of or fully need it,” I sit down and he follows suit.
“Fully,”
“Then why are you a celebrity?” I want him to just tell me the truth! I don't care about him-I know that, but somehow I do care.
“Because I love singing, it’s my passion. It’s not my fault that they wanna follow me. I think it’s just all too crazy,”
“Uhuh, okay.”
Fine, I give up. Maybe he does need some private time. I mean he’s twenty-four-seven on his feet singing to his fans. Breaks are good.
“Okay?”
“I won’t tell them,”
“Thanks, really thanks,”
The screen goes blank and then returns with the title of the movie.
“Wanna watch?” I ask.
“Sure, why not,”
“Are they gonna come?”
“Oh, no. They think this Colin guy is me,”
“What? No,” Shock runs through me.
“You know him?”
“He’s my boyfriend, but he doesn’t even look like you,”
“I said that he could take my car, he didn’t say no to it,” His eyes stay on the screen.
“Who would?! Why would you even do that?”
“For selfish reasons. I need privacy!” He turns to me.
“Oh yeah, I forgot that’s why I hated you,”
I get up following the blue lights that lead to the exit.
“Hey! Please I’m sorry,” I turn around stopping in my place.
“Don’t be sorry to me, be sorry to the people you used!”
Zack comes closer to me.
“I didn’t mean to. God, please would you not tell? I’ve been through the paparazzi scene. You shouldn’t go; they may wanna know more about you, take pictures, and ask questions. It’s crazy.”
“Please,” I start walking again.
“Oh, come on. Will you just please not. I beg of you really,”
“Is it that tough?” I stop.
“Yes,” I can see his truthful face.
“Fine, I won’t tell, but now it’s Colin’s fault and he gets to have a fun ride.”
He smiles and I don’t.
“I forgot to ask, what’s your name?”
“Wow, through all this arguing you didn’t even know my name?”
“Yeah,”
“It’s Alex,” I walk toward him feeling more comfortable than before. We both laugh.
My madness has passed. I accept him and his vocals with the crowd.
Then I hear cameras taking pictures. The sounds are coming closer and Zack gets scared which gets to me too.
“We have to go,” He grabs my hand and pulls me.
“Where?” I ask as we run toward the outdoor exit.
“They are gonna be out there, we are trapped,” I add my feet getting tired in my converse.
“No we aren’t,” He points to a secret door.
“Don’t employees go there?” I say.
“Yup, that’s why they won’t go there,” We run to the door and open it.
No one is here. It’s dark and empty.
“Are you sure this is the employees place?”
He turns to me and closes the door behind us.
“Yeah, I used to work here before.”
“Wait, you lived in Dundee?”
“Yeah, just like you,”
My comfort rises and I start to like him as a person. He’s just like me, a normal Teenager.
“Wow, nice,”
He turns on the light.
“Why don’t we dress up in that and that could be our disguise to get out of this mess,” I suggest pulling out a uniform from the closet.
“Good idea,” He takes one too.
We slide into the purple and white Movie Theater uniforms. I grab some sunglasses from the table and give one to Zack.
I put my hair into a bun and Zack puts on the hat from the uniform and so do I.
“Good?” I ask sliding my stuff into a shopping bag I found.
“Yeah,” his stuff lands in it too.
We get out of the room and we see the paparazzi standing with the cameras against the movie room.
I walk through the crowd with my hand locked in Zack’s.
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