Falling in love with Josh was exciting. It almost felt too good to be true, the way it made my heart race. He was so romantic, I could always tell that he was in love with me. Fortunately, since I was signed onto a record label, I didn't have to attend college anymore, because I was already working. We were getting close to putting out my first album, and my first tour was following it, so we were extremely excited. Foster would tell me,"People are going to react the same way they did to Josh. You're gonna love it." I knew I would. The day I agreed to work with David, I immediately phoned my family in Texas, planning a trip to come up here. My parents were thrilled. They kept saying how proud they were of me, how they were sure I'd make it big. Adam, however, the guy who started out happy for me, slowly started to drift away. He grew angry that he wasn't getting anywhere with his music. I tried to reassure him that he'd get a chance, but he would not listen. Adam dreamt of Broadway, and hung around with the Idina Menzel wannabes. The few times we did something together, he continuously asked about Josh-what was happening with us, and it became personal. So, I had to say something.
One particular Wednesday, Adam and I were eating lunch at some Chinese place, and I popped the question. "Why have you been asking about Josh so much lately?" I swear I saw his neck redden. "Oh, just, uh, curious." Sighing, I demand,"I know that's not true. You've been distant, something's up, now tell me what it is." Adam pulls at his ear. He does that when he's lying. Quickly realizing it, he pulls his hand down. "I just wanted to know...stuff." Looking at his phone, Adam exclaims,"Excuse me.", and rushes to the bathroom for the fifth time today. Exasperated, I run my hands through my hair and think. What could he be up too? What's going on in a celebrities life concerns two people: those close to them, and...oh no. Tabloids. Was Adam selling this information to gossip magazines? I watch him walk out of the restroom. As soon as he gets to the table, I lean over, in a rough whisper, saying,"If you are giving gossip to the tabloids, so help me God, you better watch your back." Adam stands, and replies,"No, nothing like that." Then, after grabbing his bag, he bends down to my ear, and declares,"P.S., you're the one who needs to watch your back."
