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Chapter Thirteen
Logan
“Sorry, Donovan,” Lexi tells Asher as she walks through the mass of people toward us with Zoe barely visible in the throng. “I can call you Donovan, can’t I?” She pats his chest as she passes him. “Sam’s riding with us.”
Unamused, he asks, “And you are?”
“I’m her sister, can’t you tell?” Her smile is so saucy that Sam starts laughing.
They look nothing alike. Samantha inherited her Dad’s blonde hair, slender frame and height, but her mom’s brown eyes. Lexi looks like their mother, also a redhead, but got Jason’s green eyes.
Multiply her wild nature against Sam’s calm and it does not equal related.
“Logan did you drive?”
“I got dropped off.”
“Great, you’re coming with us!” she shouts, as if this is her night, her cast, “Alright guys, let’s do this. Zoe, hurry up. We don’t have forever.”
Their ethereal cousin pushes her way to freedom, flashing a quick and curious glance to Asher.
He’s suddenly unsure what to do—follow us out this exit or choose another one.
The rest of the cast heads toward the front entrance, probably because they want to see the marquee. The older actors who played our parents have already gone home to real-life families. They didn’t think hanging out at a loud rock ’n’ roll restaurant like The Vortex sounded like a sweet idea.
I open the side door for the Cocker girls, but my eyes are on Asher as he makes his decision. He’s staring at me like we’re Wild West shooters challenging the other to draw last.
A smirk tugs at his mouth before he turns left and joins the others to exit out the front. I would’ve been surprised if he had come this way. Could’ve made him appear a straggler, unwanted, uninvited. He likes looking good. He basked in the applause at the end of the show. Sponged that up.
I’m walking a few steps behind, thinking about the night, while Samantha hears what Lexi and Zoe thought of her performance.
When I was a kid and finally gave up the idea that sports was cooler, I committed to dancing. My parents were so excited they took me to every single show The Alliance Theater produced.
The dream to be famous was born.
But not to sign autographs.
Or swim in praise.
That’s not what thrills me.
See, fame makes more people come to the show. End of story.
I want to move people.
The more the better.
I remember sitting in the audience watching dancers who were incredible. Their talent made me feel more alive just watching it. I wasn’t alone.
There’s a reason why people pay for a ticket. Watching true talent, great art, in any form, elevates our souls.
You could be anyone, anywhere, and you see something that strikes a chord and inspires you, that single moment is transformative. You never know how it’s going to impact a life.
Lifting someone out of their lives into a heightened state of being where they feel something, that’s enough.
The more people I’m able to move, impact, inspire…that’s what fame is to me.
But Asher? Don’t think he cares about that. I’m still learning about this guy, but I get the feeling he’s in this for him.