Zach realized then that he was tired of performing. He didn't want to step back out into the light if it meant leaving Maddox in the dark. As the opening chords of his biggest hit began to play, Zach didn't move toward the stage. He moved toward the man who had become his gravity.
The encore wasn't a song. It was a beginning. It was the moment the music stopped, and the real life started. Together, they turned away from the stage and walked toward the exit, leaving the lights behind for a future that was finally, beautifully, their own. Encore by Eden Finley
"I'm done being the person they want," Zach said, his voice raw. "I just want to be the person you see." Zach realized then that he was tired of performing
Maddox was the silence between the notes. He was the bodyguard who stood in the shadows, the man who saw the panic attacks Zach hid from the cameras and the way his hands shook after a three-hour set. Maddox didn't care about the platinum records or the Grammy nods. To Maddox, Zach wasn't a product; he was a person. He moved toward the man who had become his gravity