Page 125 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“My point is,” Lexy says, steering the conversation, “after the public saw you yesterday, you’re tracking as high as you did when you won Talent Quest.”
Wyatt turns to me and then back to Lexy. “I don’t know what that means.”
Lexy beams. “It means you’re extremely popular.”
“And it’s all happening online?” Wyatt questions. “Like, are people just talking about me? Or is it photos and videos as well?”
“Maybe it’s time you got back into the real world,” Erika says suggestively. She pulls a phone from her oversized handbag and offers it to Wyatt. “Here, it’s yours. Why don’t you take a look for yourself?”
Wyatt flinches, frowning at the phone.
Lexy hums a laugh. “It won’t bite, Wyatt.”
I retch, thinking about Wyatt looking at us online.
His mouth falls open as he turns to me in concern. He then winces, holding the side of his head. “Ouch. Dang it. Turned too fast.”
I clutch his shoulder and hiss in second-hand pain. “Ugh. These headaches.”
“Are they still as bad as ever?” Lexy asks, leaning in.
Wyatt rubs the heel of his palm against his head. “I keep hoping they’ll get better.”
“He had a bad one last night,” I tell Lexy and Erika. “So, don’t rush him into doing too much. It’ll wipe him out.”
Wyatt lowers his hand and grasps the phone. “This might be too much,” he mutters. “I’m only just getting my confidence back.”
“You mean by meeting fans yesterday?” Lexy asks.
Wyatt rubs under his chin, holding back a smile. “And singing.”
Erika and Lexy lean in with elation. “What?”
He combs his fingers through his hair, shying away as his cheeks brighten with a light pink. “Umm, yeah. Just a few covers.”
“A few?” Lexy says, sitting up with stars in her eyes. “Like, more than one?”
I squeeze Wyatt’s shoulder, grinning. “He didn’t miss a beat. It was like hearing the old Wyatt again.”
“Marvelous,” Erika cheers. “And do you remember any of the songs from your albums?”
Wyatt’s teeth grit. “No, my memory hasn’t come back.”
“Ugh, who cares,” Lexy says, scooting her chair backwards. “Remembering the covers is a game changer. It’s what the fans love the most.”
Erika turns to Lexy. “What are you thinking?”
“Well, we can capitalize on the interest in Wyatt,” Lexy says. “We could record a clip of him singing and post it to his account. Show he’s back online.”
Wyatt slides the phone away from him. “I never said I was going back online.”
Lexy bats a hand. “Oh, don’t worry, hon. We have people to manage your accounts for you.”
Wyatt sits back. “Oh.”
“If we get a clip of you singing an old classic, your audience will be absolutely gaga,” Lexy says. “Maybe the track you performed on the grand finale.”
Wyatt folds his arms, shifting uncomfortably. “Umm, I don’t know what that is.”
