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"Good things take time, but not when you keep running...
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Victoria
Yep, you read that right, I shouldn't have clarified myself to a discussion thread on fucking Facebook, but I did. Yes, I'm glad that more people have recognized our music that we've worked so hard to put out, but a part of me didn't like that the "wrong side" of Zak's fans were so quick to point out details about me personally and misunderstanding the songs that I've written, seeming to try to put things together with subliminal messages.
Fuck, what was I thinking? People do this all the time with people they look up to. Some take it too far by literally obsessing over what that person does outside of social media, so much in fact that they forget who they really are.
(Breaking the fourth wall here by literally calling myself out that I'm over here spending my days off writing fanfiction for a few hours every day. Lmao)
Delving back to last night when I dove into a rabbit hole of discussion threads, I found out that Zak had fanfiction written about him. This was all so new to me, and I knew that fanfiction existed, but Zak had a lot of stories written about him on sites like Wattpad and Fanfiction.net.
And don't get me started on Ao3... Ao3 is like the final boss of fanfiction stories. Looking for Star Wars romance? You can find it. Looking for Dean Winchester "smut"? It's there. Looking for anime threesomes? It's probably there, too. This is all just theory, but I do know that there are a lot of Ghost Adventures fanfiction stories on that site. Believe me, I skimmed through a few...
(Again, breaking that fourth wall. Hi, how are ya?)
Every writer was talented in that aspect, probably spending hours on end every day or weekend to write about things they love. It was admirable in a way, but I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that they would spend so much time on stories that either got a lot of attention or barely any at all. The stories I did skim through had the most attention, but probably some of the worst grammar I have ever seen, but the ones with the least number of views and comments had an actual storyline to them, author-worthy grammar, long chapters, and even a good plot.
Like I said, when I dive into a rabbit hole, I dive DEEP.
I made a mental note to keep tabs on things like that because a part of me was curious if I would make it as a character in someone's fanfiction now that Zak and I are exclusive.
Was that too self-centered? Maybe. More curious than anything. Honestly, as long as they don't make me out to be a villain, then I'm perfectly okay with it. Hell, I'll even make an account and leave comments and hype up that person's work.
At this point, I've seen just about everything that's been posted about me and Zak online by now. When I dove into that rabbit hole, I dove deep like I said and ended up staying awake half the night because it wasn't just new to me, but it was so interesting to see exactly what Zak was talking about when he said some of his fans were always supportive, but some of them took things too far on social media.
So, this gacfan4ever account on Facebook was tap-dancing on my very last nerve already... Home girl has a comment on everything this GAC Fanbase account posts, so I'm afraid that I'll have to keep a close eye on this person's account since it seems like they keep very close tabs on both my band's account and Zak's interactions with me on my personal Twitter account.
Could I be okay with his fans knowing my real name? Yes. Could I be okay with people recognizing me in public with him? Yes, but to an extent. Could I be okay with people snapping a picture of me in public without me knowing or my consent? No, but it is the public and is a basic right. Nobody wants their photo taken without their consent and posted online, but the web is both a beautiful and dangerous place, and maybe in the lyric of my recent song "this life don't come free" really hits deep now that I think back on it. The best I could do was keep a solid mindset when interacting with some of Zak's fans. If I'm having a bad day and don't want to talk to nobody, I'll just have to suck it up and put on a fake smile because in the long run, I don't want to seem rude to someone and then them post it online and it gets blown out of proportion.
I knew I was a humble and down to Earth person, and people who defended me in some comments already knew so, and now it was my mission to keep it that way and remain supportive in the things Zak attends to.
It wasn't going to be hard to do that at all.
When five o'clock came around, my head was pounding, and I couldn't decide if it was because of my lack of sleep or the workday in general. Zak had a usual routine when it came to calling me, and he called me every day at five-thirty unless I texted him first saying that I was still working.
"How are you, sweetie?"
"I'm doing okay. How are you?"
"Can't complain. We just got to Pioche. It's a different vibe here already. How's Gracie?"
"She's good! She has her own little dog bed under my desk, and she lays there while I'm working. When do you start filming?"
"Tomorrow morning. We're going to take our time with this one."
"I've never been there, but be careful, Zak."
"You know I will, sweetie. We'll just have one more episode after this one before we start season twelve, so I'm excited for it."
"The last one is in Ohio, right?"
"Yep. Old Licking County Jail."
"Well, I unfortunately don't have any desire to go to Ohio for a rodeo," I chuckled. That, and I didn't want to drive that far.
"I don't blame you," He chuckled. "When we have to fly out to the other side of the country for locations, we usually film those pretty quick. I'll be back before you know it."
"I know. I'm proud of you, babe."
I could hear him fumble with his own words on the other side of the phone, and I knew he didn't get compliments often.
"Thank you. I do my best."
"That's all that matters."
"When are you leaving town again?"
"I'll be heading to Delta, Utah in a couple of days. I think it's about three hours from where you're at now."
"It is. I already looked."
"Why am I not surprised? Were you asking about the rodeo?"
"Maybe. I also didn't know if you wanted to spend the week with me in Vegas or if you wanted me to stay with you before I went to Ohio."
"You already know the answer to that."
"Yeah, you're right," He chuckled. "I have to go, but I'll call you later tonight before I go to bed, and I'll let you know how things go."
"Okay, babe. And also let me know when you're heading this way, so I know when to have dinner ready."
"For your cooking, I definitely won't be late for that. I'll let you know. Get some rest. Sounds like you've had a rough day at work. I'll call you later. I love you."
