Encore
Adrenaline pulsed through his veins; his ears still rang with the roar of the crowd. Whenever he closed his eyes, the darkness behind them burst into the after-flash of the evening’s laser show. Even as Corey Evans strolled down the empty hall of his hotel floor, he still felt like a superstar.
At twenty, Corey was arguably the most popular guy his age. Everyone knew his name—his face graced the covers of all the hottest magazines, from People to Teen Beat to GQ. One half of the pop duo 2ICE, Corey sometimes felt like a cowboy riding the bucking bronco of fame. He had handlers and bodyguards who got him safely through the throngs of screaming girls; he had a cell phone someone else answered for him, an e-mail address someone else checked, a f*******: page he’d never seen, and a Tw
