Fan the Fame by Anna Priemaza

Author:Anna Priemaza
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2019-05-29T16:00:00+00:00

Fourteen

SamTheBrave

“WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT?” I ASK AS THE GIRL STALKS OFF.

“Apparently Codemeister’s a misogynist jerk?” Mark says uncertainly.

“She didn’t say that,” Leroy says. “In fact, she specifically said she didn’t say that.”

“Thanks for the recap,” Mark says with a nervous laugh.

“I got your back.” Leroy gives him a little salute.

“So . . . what do we do with this . . . noninformation?” I ask.

Mark shrugs. “Nothing? Like you said, it’s noninformation. You can’t judge someone based on something someone else didn’t actually say about them.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” I say, though the words sit uneasily in my stomach. My hand reaches for the Band-Aid on my wrist, though I catch myself and draw it back. “I’m guessing she’s not going to show my videos to Code,” I say.

“Hmm, no, probably not,” Mark says. Then he slaps me on the back. “But at least you got some practice. And we’ve got free stickers.”

I nod. It was nerve-racking talking to that girl (why didn’t I ask her for her name?) about my videos, but Mark’s right; it was good practice. And she was nice about it. Of course. Everyone here is nice.

Beside me, Leroy is waving over the guy behind the table. “When does the lineup start?” he asks, tapping a sign on the table that says:

Team Meister

Autographs

4 p.m. Saturday

Right. This is where they’re having them.

“The line’s started already.” The guy points toward a nearby wall, where those retractable rope-fence things shape out the place where a long line will go. At the front, there’s a little clump of seven or eight people, some sitting and some leaning against the wall, standing.

“Ooh,” Mark says. “Should we go get in line?”

“Already?” I glance at the time on my phone. “The autographs don’t start for over an hour.” I didn’t come here to spend my whole time waiting in line for things. Waiting feels like lost time. I could be wandering around this magical place, maybe running into Code at a vendor’s booth or in line for ice cream. Code’s not going to be in the lineup of people waiting to see himself.

“People are already lining up, though. What if they run out of time and don’t get through the whole line?” Mark asks. “Isn’t your whole reason for being here to talk to Code?” He starts moving in the direction of the line, Leroy trailing after him. “Why risk it?”

He has a point. A very good point that should have been the point I was already making to myself, especially since last time I almost missed being in line entirely. I’m starting to think I’m not cut out for this real-life self-promotional stuff, though Mom’d probably smack me upside the head—in a loving way—if she ever caught me thinking this way.

“Sammy, you’re cut out to do anything you’re willing to work hard for,” she’d say.

Which is why I follow Mark and Leroy over to the wall to sit in line over an hour early—well, that and also because I’ve just realized that hanging out with them in line sounds more fun than wandering around the convention all by myself.

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