“I know who this is,” Dan says smiling. “The beautiful Sydney Tannen.” He accepts my outstretched hand and clasps it in his, grinning the entire time. Releasing my hand he continues, “I must admit,” he says to us both, “I was quite shocked to find out you two were publically an item, especially with the push by Jim and the studio for Andrew here to …”
Drew interrupts rudely. “Sorry Dan, I need to get to wardrobe for my first scene.” He grips my hand tightly and tugs me back down the hall. I give Dan a little wave and mouth “sorry” to him as I’m pulled along.
We get to a door that says Trevor Caldwell in neat black handwriting on a whiteboard mounted at eye level. Drew opens the door for me and follows me inside, shutting it behind us. It’s a big room that contains a huge sectional couch facing a massive television with multiple gaming consoles stashed under it, several rolling racks of clothing against the wall, a nook with a hairdresser’s chair and mirrors, and a small kitchenette area with a full sized refrigerator.
I know he has a trailer outside, so I’m not sure why he needs this room too, but I’m too annoyed to ask and I don’t care enough to find out right now.
I whip around to face Drew. “What the heck was that? You’re not normally so rude. Really, what is with you? You’ve been acting strange the last day or two, and it’s not just because of the incident at the store. You were angry the night before that too, on the phone.” He doesn’t want to tell me what it is, that’s obvious.
We lock eyes and stare at each other, neither breaking away until a sharp knock ends our standoff. Drew answers the door and two chattering assistants rush in giving orders. Makeup and wardrobe have arrived. I narrow my eyes at Drew and sit on the couch, pull my laptop out of my messenger bag, and try to stop thinking about what Dan was trying to say when Drew stopped him.
While the super thin, well-dressed man from wardrobe flits around the racks of clothing muttering to himself, the older, heavier woman grabs Drew and sits him in the chair by the mirrors dabbing on his makeup while gabbing without coming up for air.
I peek over at them fussing over my boyfriend to make sure he’s not watching me. Satisfied that Drew will be occupied for a while, I bring up one of the more heavily trafficked gossip sites knowing that I really shouldn’t be looking. There’s been a ton of speculation about us since the premiere. Most of the usual gossip over our debut as a couple was skipped due to the attempt on my life, and focused squarely on that incident and the man currently in jail awaiting trial.
Now that the intense drama is over, the reporters have begun their usual tawdry stories about me and Drew. Ninety-five percent of what they write is utter bullshit, but that last five percent worries me.
Who are they getting information from?
It’s scary how they know things that I’ve never done or said in public. It’s as if someone I’m close to is leaking little snippets of my life out, one bit at a time. And of all of the celebrity web sites out there, it’s always just one that has the truth every time. Leah’s the one who tipped me off. She knows I don’t like this crap or read any of it, but something she said that she read on this particular blog hit close to home. Since then, I’ve been cyber stalking this one website to see what else they print.
I type in the URL for CelebCast and hit enter.
Scrolling past a few blogs about random celebrities I’ve never heard of, my heart stops beating. Or maybe it beats so fast it’s going to leap out of my chest. I click the link, dread bubbling up in my throat.
Sydney Tannen Has Panic Attack Shopping in Vancouver, Gets Drunk to Cope
Finally out of hiding, Hollywood princess Sydney Tannen was spotted shopping in an upscale design store in Vancouver’s Gastown District yesterday afternoon. Notably absent was rumored beau Andrew Forrester, who’s in town filming Downtrodden Masses with costar Kiera Radcliff. Is Tannen in Vancouver with Forrester? Or just in town to check out the trendy interior design stores in the area?
Forrester and Tannen haven’t been spotted together publically since their ill-fated appearance at the LA premiere for A Soldier’s Burden a month ago, which is being touted as a sure thing to be nominated at many of the independent film festivals leading up to next year’s Academy Awards.
Miss Tannen left the store after spotting fans and reporters outside waiting for her, obviously in distress. Whisked into a waiting SUV by an intimidating bodyguard, she reportedly had a full blown panic attack once safely out of harm’s way. Not that we blame the girl, we’d hire humongous tattooed men to guard us and freak out occasionally if we’d been stalked and stabbed by a rabid fan.