SUNRISEJunePost KateThe chips were stale, and the soda was flat. Nothing in the kitchen tasted right anymore. My energy to go for my daily swims was depleted, but that was okay, because what little energy I did have left, I put to use taking leisurely strolls through the city. I hadn’t bothered to try and evade the photographers anymore. They followed me wherever I went, and I just let them do their thing. It was still hectic and annoying as hell, but the original aversion I’d felt to the whole scene seemed to fade into blackness. I couldn’t care less what pictures these people took anymore, and what was said about me in the media nowadays was immaterial.Neda had assigned me a new publicist; a short, kind, balding man who was such a push-over, I found it a miracle he’d lasted as long as he did in the business. His attempts to clean me up and get me back on track were futile, but God love him, the man tried his best.“Ryan,” Neda said to me on a Friday afternoon, “your tour starts one week from today.
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