Relatively Famous (3 page)

I devoted an entire corner of the room to my bookcases, stacked high with all types of novels and design books. Since I don’t watch or even own a TV,
the shelves are overflowing.

I skip reading tonight and climb into bed
, exhausted. Thankfully, I fall asleep before a single worry can come back into my mind.

Chapter
4

“Well Miss Allen, this is perfect. It is exactly what the Warren was looking for in our nightclub redesign.” I smile and stand up from the conference table to shake hands with Jeff Talley, the project manager for the Warren Hotel remodel.

“Yes, it’s definitely what we want Verve to portray to the city
,” chirps Natasha Lin, head of the New York location. “I think that the hotel chain president will want to redesign all of our nightclubs with your firm once he sees what you’ve done.”

As I reach out to shake Natasha’s small hand, I look at her put together appearance, her shiny black hair cut blunt at her pointy chin and her dark eyes radiant. I silently thank my under eye concealer for helping to m
ake me presentable this morning.

“Thank you both so much. Mr. Talley, I’ll arrange for the shipment of materials for your workers to begin the install, and you can tell me the dates that you choose so I can b
e there to oversee the design.”

After exchanging goodbyes I pack up my presentation and head home, smiling broadly for the first time in a while.

Done with work for a couple of weeks, I feel as if a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. Unfortunately, the weight of just
being
Sydney Allen still presses down on me relentlessly. I had thought that at age fourteen, when I asked my mom to let me change my name from Tannen to Allen that some of the anxiety I suffered would have vanished with my dad’s famous name. And it did bring me some degree of anonymity, everyone knew who Sydney Tannen was, but few put the pieces together when I was introduced as Sydney Allen.

However, there was no erasing my memories, or the fact that my dad had betrayed me and my mother very publically and not bothered to contact us since. I never asked my mom about Reid Tannen when it happened. I cried and threw a fit and missed my dad every single day, but I was just too young and too afraid of opening wounds that had taken my mom years to heal. As much as I want to ask all of the questions that plague me still, I’m deathly afraid to find out the answers. So here I am, in this unending limbo.

Once I get home, I turn to my usual therapy to work through my issues, running. I throw on my running shoes, strap my iPod to my arm, pull on a knitted skullcap and head back into the city to sweat out my problems before the winter brings a very early nightfall.

I’m on my 4
th
mile when I think about what Leah had said the other day in the café. Leah was my first friend when I moved to New York twelve years ago, and she knows
everything
about my past. She knows why I refuse to own a TV, why I won’t read entertainment magazines, why I haven’t seen a movie since moving to the city, why I don’t listen to any music made after 2001, why I avoid real relationships, and
she
thinks it’s time for me to let people in.

I know Leah wants me to date Adam, but I just don’t feel that for him. A
dam is comforting. He seems to desire the same privacy and superficial contact that I want. He’s gorgeous and intriguing and makes me feel beautiful, but I don’t feel a spark for him. Not like the panty-melting electricity I felt with Drew as his rough fingers grazed over my skin.

Plus, the fact that I’ve spent over a dozen mornings chatting with
Adam and he hasn’t asked me out or even asked for my number leads me to believe that he either feels the same way or can’t be bothered. It would just be one night of sex and that’s it. I’ve been there and done that plenty of times, and I wouldn’t want to ruin what little progress I’ve made socially by sleeping with him.

Is it time to let someone in
?

Maybe, but I’m afraid that anyone I let in would eventually sell me out to the tabloids when they find out who I am. The thought of going through that again sends a paralyzing
spasm through my chest, making it difficult to breathe. Leah hasn’t sold me out, but not everyone is as loyal as my best friend.

People also weren’t camping out on her front walk, threatening to kill themselves if they couldn’t meet her dad, so she doesn’t really understand
.

Wanting to get rid of the anxiety I have rushing through my veins, I crank up the deep bass of Green Day and push myself to run faster as I contemplate Leah’s advice. What is the worst that could happen? Could I lose my hard-earned anonymity and survive? Or is it worse to live without ever letting anyone in?

After four more miles I come to a stop in front of the brick and glass exterior of my building. Panting, I bend over and put my hands down on my knees, attempting to catch my breath. With nothing solved except the decision to possibly, in the future, maybe be more open to relationships with other people, and the conclusion that Adam might be a flirt and he’s gorgeous, but we’ll just be friends.

I pull out my ear buds, throw a quick “hello” at Richard and bolt inside. Feeling even more anti-social than usual, I decide to order Thai food to be delivered and spend the night reading until I fall asleep.

****

“Sydney. Sydney! Baby, are you awake?” My mother’s voice so
unds panicked and stressed out.

I open my eyes and see that I’m lying on my parents’ bed, with my mother and Devin, her head of PR, leaning over me, both with deep furrows e
tched in their concerned faces.

“Don’t sit up too fast, baby. You scared us there by fainting.” Mom hugs me to her chest and pulls her long fingers through my wavy auburn hair. “I know this is overwhelming, Sydney. I’m getting us out of here before it gets worse. I won’t let them
destroy you.”

I have no idea what M
om is talking about so I just nod my head along with her comforting words. I’ve been through so much these past two months; I don’t have the energy for questions right now. Actually, I’m suddenly so tired I feel as though every last bit of me had been drained of life.

The next hour is a whirlwind of activity of strangers in my house, so I retreat to my bedroom and collapse on the massive bed. After staring at the ceiling for what feels like hours, I let my eyelids
close and moments later hear a soft knock on the door. Mom breezes into the room and sits on the bed beside me. “Syd, we’re going now. All of your stuff will be sent to New York later this week. The jet is waiting for us at Van Nuys.”

I gather all of the strength I have left and sit up to look at my mother’s calm face. From a very young age I have been able to tell the difference between
Eva Allen
my mom and
Evangeline Allen
the actress. The face I’m looking at across the brand new fluffy pink and white comforter is nothing but an act. This is the composed façade that my mom wears to seem strong while she’s falling to pieces inside. This is what makes her a great actress, but I can tell that Mom can’t hold up the performance for much longer.

“Am I going to see Daddy before we leave?” My mother’s face falls for the briefest of moments and the mask snaps back in place.

“No, Syd. He’s gone. I’ve asked him to leave and never come back.”

****

I shoot up out of bed clutching at the covers to get to my rapidly beating heart. Wiping the sweat off of my brow with a trembling hand, I take a quick look at the clock on the nightstand.

3:07am

I sigh and fall back onto my pillow in defeat.
Damn!
Running is supposed to keep the bad memories away for the night. Lying in bed staring at the pipes and ductwork crisscrossing the old ceiling, I start to get angry. Beyond angry, I’m furious. Why can’t I sleep peacefully without exercising myself to death? I’m so sick and fucking tired of being afraid of my past. Years of therapy and I’m still an untrusting, anxiety-ridden, shell of a girl.

Pissed off, I’ve had enough. I throw back the covers and stomp down the hall to the kitchen.
Flicking on lights as I enter each room, I storm over to cabinet, yank out a shot glass and bottle of Patrón and throw down a large gulp of the liquid, letting the fire burn my throat as I swallow. I slam the glass down on the counter and step over to the full sized wine cooler, pull out a bottle of my favorite Cabernet and pour a huge glassful.

At least I know that alcohol will stop the nerves
temporarily.

I turn
on my heel and stalk back down the hall, fuming as I head into my office and fall into the plush office chair in a heap. Taking a huge sip of wine, I flip open my laptop and tap my fingers as I wait for it to start up.
Ugh!
I spin my chair around and stare out the window. Swallowing another giant mouthful of the wine, I will the alcohol coursing through my body to numb my pain.

Turning back to the
computer, I bring up Google and hesitate as my hands shake over the keyboard. Determined to see this through, I throw back one final drink, emptying the glass of my liquid courage. Frowning, I type a name into the search engine that I haven’t looked for in the last twelve years.

Reid Tannen

Cold as I am, I can feel the sweat beading on my furrowed brow as I pause, “I can do this,” I say out loud to myself.

The last twelve years have been carefully structured to
avoid
situations like this one. No Hollywood, no gossip rags, no TV shows, no Google, no celebrity; all to prevent repeating the overpowering heartache I had suffered through when I was just a kid.

I can’t even name the latest hot young actor. Newest blockbuster? No clue. Biggest TV sho
w? Nope. Top 50 songs? No idea.

After seeing the hurt my mother felt at the hands of fame; hands that would rip you to shreds five minutes after holding you aloft for your achievements, I feel nauseous at the entire concept of their ivory tower of bullshit and livid at Americans for buying i
nto all that celebrity garbage.

Well, I’m just sick and tired of all this crap!

Sick of worrying, sick of being alone, sick of not trusting anyone, sick of sleepless nights. It’s time to take the past and confront it. My finger hovers over the key, I take a deep breath, squeeze my eyes shut and hit

Enter

Afraid to look, I press the heels of my hands into my tired eyes, inhale deeply to calm my racing heart, and peek up at the screen. Along with several photos of dad, my eyes bug out as I scan link after link of articles relating to his life and work:
150,000,000
results to be exact
. Holy fuck.

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