When the teen film star came onto the slapped-together mall stage, the girls amassed in the audience went nuts. They screamed and spasmed, as if they needed exorcisms.
Frank shook his head. What was he doing here? He was wrapped around his little girl's finger. Sarah wants an autograph, she gets one. He sighed and looked down at the rolled up poster she gave him to get signed. He had put his foot down; she wasn't going to miss school too come here, so he promised to stop by early after work to get the autograph.
He should've expected this, he thought. He had thought he would be in and out. Fifteen minutes tops.
The guy on stage was dressed normally, looked normal, but there was obviously something he didn't see. Over a hundred girls swarmed the stage to get their ten seconds with him. Frank held the poster up above his head to prevent it from getting crushed.
He called home. It was going to be a long night.
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