Absolutely Famous(11)

Insiders tell CelebCast that Tannen and Forrester are sharing a suite at the Hotel Georgia and that Forrester returned from the set to find Tannen drinking from the stress of the encounter with fans. He was reportedly livid when he found out what happened at the store, doubling her security team.



Pictures of Tannen and her beefy bodyguard confirm that he is indeed the same man that has accompanied Andrew Forrester in the past, leading us to believe that they are still dating and in Vancouver as a couple. Hopefully, we’ll be able to bring you more info, especially as the trial of the man accused of attacking Miss Tannen comes closer.



My shaking hand drops from the keyboard and my mouth falls open. Below the article I see several photos of me in the store looking at items, then of Steve ushering me out to the car with his big arm wrapped around me. I get goose bumps when I see the next shot. My head is down looking at the ground or at Steve in every other shot, but in this one my eyes look haunted. That has to be when the fan yelled out that he loved me. I scan the photos and don’t recognize any of the faces in the crowd. Also, there’s a photo of Drew with Steve at a previous event, to prove that Steve is a connection between the two of us.

How do they know that I had a panic attack? And the drinking? What the fuck? Or that Drew and I fought over it and he hired more security? Speaking of which, now that they recognize Steve, will he even be allowed to guard me anymore? I’m confident that he would never leak anything to the press, nor would Bruce, and neither of them even saw me drinking, so I’m stumped as to how they are getting their information.

I shouldn’t keep looking, but I have to know if it’s just this website or if others are as accurate. Thirty minutes later and there’s no other information out there as detailed as the article on CelebCast.

“Syd, I have to go out to the set now, they’re waiting on me.”

I jump and close the laptop when Drew speaks, unaware that he was standing in front of me.

“Okay,” is pretty much all I can think of to say. My brain is on the verge of cracking in half, I can feel it.

Drew crouches down next to the sofa, looking me in the eyes. “Are you alright, Sydney? You’re not yourself.” He reaches out and gently caresses my cheek. I can’t let him see this. He’ll go berserk and won’t be able to concentrate on his film. I suck it up and smile.

“I’m fine, Drew. Just tired and hung over. Go work, I’ll be right here.” I lean in and give him a quick peck, taking care not to ruin his makeup.

“Why don’t you go to my trailer, babe? There’s a bed and more privacy. I’ll have a PA come get you and show you where it is.” His voice is sad, laced with concern, but I can’t let his work be affected by my moods. I wish Jane were here, but he needed her to do a bunch of things back in New York before flying out. Old Sydney is back full force and needs a pep talk before she takes up permanent residency again.

“Okay, that sounds great,” I agree, and I’m able to pull a hesitant smile from his gorgeous lips. He gives me one more tender kiss and heads out, leaving me to fall to pieces without an audience.



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“We’re almost there, Sydney. Try to remember to stay right next to me, okay?”

I roll my eyes and giggle at Robbie in the front seat of the car. He always worries about me so much. I’m in third grade now, so he doesn’t need to treat me like such a baby.

Mommy and Daddy say that I need to listen to Robbie when they’re not around, because he’s here to protect me. I don’t need him, though. No one else has to have someone walk them into their classroom every day. It’s so embarrassing. Especially since Amber Clayton said that he scares everyone in my class because he’s so big and muscled and mean looking. I told her that Robbie’s not mean, but she doesn’t believe me. She said I just think I’m more important than everyone else because my parents are in the movies. She knows that’s not true, lots of kids at our school have parents that work on movies. But none are as famous as mine, at eight years-old, I’ve figured that out.

Our driver parks the car in the Visitor’s space out in front of my school just like every other day. My Daddy used to bring me to school when he was able to, but then all those people with cameras ruined it by following us. Daddy called them Poppo-razzis. The school asked Daddy to try not to bring them around anymore, so he can’t come with me like he used to. Those dumb Poppo-razzis ruin everything! They ruined my birthday party, my vacation to the beach, and now my Daddy can’t even bring me to school. I hate them.

The car stops and I jump out and run across the grass on the center quad of the school, laughing my head off as Robbie rushes out of the car to follow. It’s funny making him hurry after me.