Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
“Yes,” Logan says. “There was never a question in my mind. I was in a play when I was six, where I had a tiny part where I played an orphan kid by the seaside selling taffy. My only line was strawberry, vanilla, or orange cream, get your taffy here!”
The crowd erupts into laughter as he tells the story.
Another fan asks him about his hobbies, and he says he doesn’t have enough of them, because he’s always busy with work, but that he used to build Lego sets all the time.
Didn’t know that.
Very cute.
Another comes up, and with a nervous voice, asks what he loved about the Yard Line script when he first read it.
So many people are nervous to speak to Logan.
I get to be here, in his hotel room, anytime I want, and when I first met him I didn’t even know who he was.
Lucky, lucky.
Seeing Logan the way the rest of the world sees him always throws me off.
It’s like he’s part of this bigger thing that fame threw him into, and somehow I slipped behind the curtain. Logan nods thoughtfully at the woman’s question about Yard Line, and I’m amazed at how he’s taking every question seriously, not just tossing off canned answers to please the crowd.
“I loved that the show focuses on the transformative power of football,” he says. “A lot of football shows focus on the masculine bravado of the sport, or the glory of winning a game. But Yard Line is more personal. I get to play a man who seems perfect out on the field, but inside he’s struggling so deeply. It meant a lot to me to have that nuance.”
The final fan who asks him a question actually begins to cry as she speaks to him.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe it’s really you,” she whispers, trying to collect herself. “Okay. Wow. Well, I wanted to ask if you ever see yourself doing theater again? A Broadway play?”
Logan nods. “Thank you so much for your question. I would love doing theater again. I won’t be able to while I’m still starring in Yard Line, because I have to be in LA to film. But if I was cast in a Broadway play, I’d happily spend time in New York.”
I look down at the kitchen counter. I swirl the espresso in my cup and pick it up, tossing it back and letting the bitter coffee hit my tongue. My heart’s doing a little backflip in my chest, and as the TV host wraps up the segment with Logan, I tune out, looking out through the windows toward Central Park.
It was just a question.
A one-off thing, about a hypothetical world, where one day, Logan might go for a Broadway play and spend time in New York.
Spend fucking time in New York.
Somewhere in my mind, I’d always assumed Logan would be in LA forever. He’s an actor, and that’s what actors do. Keeping that mental distance always seemed important.
Without it, I’d get too greedy.
If you lived here, how the fuck would I ever be able to stay away?
CHAPTER 19
LOGAN
“Okay,” Emily tells me as I slide into the back of the SUV. “Today you’re on set until three in the afternoon, then a short radio call-in interview. Then you have your appointment with Mr. Cameron at the art studio at five.”
There it is.
Like he’s just another one of my meetings.
A business appointment with Chase Cameron, the photographer.
“You’re a very good manager, Emily,” I tell her.
“Hm?” she says, glancing up from her tablet.
It’s five o’clock in the morning, and I’m still feeling half-asleep like I always am on morning shoot days. Film sets often start their days extremely early, and the only small benefit is that I didn’t run into any paparazzi around the back alley of the Bellwood this morning.
I grab the glistening cup full of cold brew that Emily’s already gotten for me, sitting in the cupholder between us in the back.
“I just appreciate that you’re not making fun of me for the type of appointment I have at five. You know.”
She gives me an understanding nod. “I do think it’s going to be very beneficial. It’ll cause a stir, but it’ll be tastefully done, so it’s worth it. I think we’re going to spin it in the articles as an important reminder about how differently it’s perceived when men do this kind of photoshoot than when women do.”
I hum, sipping coffee as the SUV starts to pull down the road. “I can’t think of all that many men who have done it.”
“A few have,” Emily says. “I did some research into it. It’s more common for openly gay men to do nude photoshoots, but there were also a few actors who did it in the 70s and it was seen as a career power move. It’s not exactly like a sex tape, you know?”