‘Whaddya mean ain’t no body famous no more?’ he spat. I got tens of thousands of followin’s. Where I go I get recognized, I get followed, I get girls. I get likes I get hearts I get money.’
She smiled at her charge. ‘No baby. You get what we want you to get. We hire people to go to your shows. We signs contracts with restaurants so paid actors come up to you and make you think you’re famous. We even rented out a studio once or twice so you could film.’
‘It’s all fake?’ His face was tormented at the thought, and she could see the light he had in his eyes go out just a little.
‘Nah, I’m just joshin,’ but it’d make a good book, no?’
‘Nah. Nah I don’t like that idea. Come sit on my lap, baby.’
She sat on his lap and smiled, at the slightest hit of paranoia beginning to set in in his mind.