Fan Fever

Chapter 7: Too Close

“Alright—quiet on set!”

The room settled almost instantly.

Lights locked in. Cameras ready.

Skye stood in position, more focused this time. More grounded. After yesterday, she wasn’t trying to prove anything anymore—just do the work.

“Action!”

The scene began smoothly.

She stepped forward, delivering her lines with controlled emotion, her movements sharp and intentional. The music built softly beneath her voice—

Then—

“SKYE!!!”

The scream cut through everything.

Loud. Uncontrolled.

Another followed.

“WE LOVE YOU, SKYE!!”

Before anyone could react, a group of fans burst past the side entrance, rushing onto the set with phones raised, voices overlapping in a frenzy.

“SKYE! LOOK OVER HERE!”

“CAN I GET A VIDEO?!”

“OH MY GOD, IT’S REALLY HER!”

Everything fell apart instantly.

“Cut! Cut—CUT!”

Christopher Nolan stood up sharply, frustration written all over his face.

“What is this?” he snapped, looking toward security. “How did they even get in here?”

The fans kept pushing forward, some trying to get closer, others just screaming her name like they were still in a concert arena.

Skye froze.

This wasn’t the stage.

This wasn’t controlled.

This was… wrong.

Embarrassment crept up her neck as all eyes turned—not in admiration this time, but disruption.

“Security!” Nolan’s voice rang out. “Get them out. Now.”

Within seconds, bouncers rushed in, firmly but quickly escorting the fans off set. The noise faded just as fast as it had exploded, leaving behind an awkward, heavy silence.

Skye exhaled slowly, looking down for a moment.

“I’m so sorry,” she muttered.

“No—hey,” Preston stepped in immediately. “That’s not on you.”

“Yeah,” Cardi B added from nearby, shaking her head. “People be doing the absolute most. Don’t even stress it.”

Skye gave a small, unsure smile.

Across the set, Zendaya glanced over, her tone calm but reassuring. “It happens. Especially when you’re this big.”

“That didn’t look like ‘normal,’” Skye said quietly.

“It’s not normal,” Zendaya replied. “It’s fame.”

A pause.

Nolan walked back over, his expression more controlled now, though the irritation still lingered beneath.

“We’ll tighten security,” he said. “Let’s stay focused. We’re losing light.”

Then, after a brief glance at Skye—

“Don’t let it throw you off.”

He turned and walked away.

—

The set slowly came back to life.

Lights adjusted. Cameras reset.

But something had shifted.

Skye stepped back into position, trying to shake it off, just like they all said.

Don’t overthink it.

It’s normal.

It’s fame.

…

But deep down—

It didn’t feel normal.

Not anymore.