After an hour in the air, the hover SUV descended into New York City. I gazed out the window at the crowd gathered below. There must’ve been hundreds of people. Kids, mostly. And they’d all come out to see me. When I opened the door to the SUV, I was met by a chorus of screams. A swarm of paparazzi and preteen girls surged forward, trying to get a better look. Cameras flashed. Handmade signs waved above the crowd: Dear Nameless Hero, u r hot!!!Me + Nameless Hero = :-)NY NH This was just a sneak preview. The entire day was a whirlwind of publicity. Appearances on morning shows, interviews with radio DJs, a guest spot on a prime-time TV show. Gavin had every minute mapped out for me. Everywhere I went, cameras flashed. Crowds screamed my name. Journalists trailed our SUV through the streets of New York. It got so bad that, by the end of the day, Gavin decided to check me into a hotel. “We can’t risk the media trailing us back to headquarters,” he said as we pulled up in front of the Ritz-Carlton.
