Karen Kingsbury - Fifteen Minutes

Just like that.

He cleared his voice and started in with an old classic. “My eyes adored you . . . though I never laid a hand on you, my eyes adored you . . .”

Sure enough the camera crew moved in close. Zack hammed up the song, stretching his hand out toward the girls as they formed a tight cluster of what looked like starstruck fans. The Fifteen Minutes crew loved it. Zack could feel them grinning and nodding their approval.

Zoey apparently wasn’t about to miss the opportunity. She stretched her hand toward Zack and responded with another classic. “The first time . . . ever I saw your face . . .”

After a few lines, the cameraman made a cut sign and called Zack and the girls over. “I need names and cities. That was perfect.”

The girls squealed and stopped long enough to give the information and wait while Zack did the same. “Hey.” Zoey bounced a few times. “We should do a cheer.”

“Can you cheer, Zack?” The guy with the clipboard raised his brows. “That would make the show for sure.”

“I can try.” Zack fell into the middle of their group and the girls filled in around him, their arms around his shoulders, patting his head and showering him with attention. “Way to go, Zack! Way to go!”

They formed two lines with Zack front and center and did the cheer the girls had performed earlier. “Bang bang, choo choo train, wind me up and I’ll do my thing . . .” When the cheer ended, the girls pumped their fists in the air and kicked one foot high over their heads, the way cheerleaders do. Then they gathered around Zack and started another chant. “Zack, Zack, he’s our man. If he can’t do it, no one can!” The group of them high-fived Zack and hugged him, hamming it up for the cameras.

It wasn’t until the production crew had moved on that Zack felt sick. What had he just done? He hadn’t come here to get camera time. Being here was about singing for God and helping his family. He’d pictured himself standing alone, taking in the craziness around him. Now he hadn’t been in line half an hour and already he’d fallen in with an entire cheer squad.

All so the cameras might feature him on the show.

He stepped away from the girls, and most of them picked up a conversation with a man in full Native American headdress. But Zoey hung back, standing with Zack and catching her breath. He could feel her shaking off the high-energy silliness as she exhaled. “That was wild.”

“Yeah. The camera guys loved it.” Zack leaned against a stop sign. The line hadn’t moved in a few minutes.

“I’m only like that around them.” She smiled. “I guess it’s good to act crazy once in a while.”

“Pretty harmless.” They were talking like old friends. It was a strange sensation. Zack didn’t have time to think about what to say next.

“So Zack, you’re too cute to be single.” She flipped her long hair over her shoulder, looking straight at him. “You have a girlfriend?”

“I do.” Zack could feel his ship righting itself. These were waters he could navigate. “We’ve been together four years.”

“Hmmm.” She looked unfazed. “I have a boyfriend. Four months.” She grinned and held up her left hand. “No ring, though. I can do what I want.”

Her meaning was unmistakable. Zack took a step away from her and looked back at the line of contestants winding along the sidewalk as far as he could see. Behind him were six black gospel singers, and behind them was a trio of kids dressed as vampires. The gospel singers might be interesting. He’d have time to get to know them in the next few hours. But he had no way to escape the girl beside him. Their places in line were set.

“So your girlfriend.” Zoey batted her eyelashes. “Do you love her?”

“Absolutely. I’m proposing to her this fall.”

“Really?” Zoey’s eyes grew wide. “You’re young to get married.”

“She’s amazing.” He kept his gaze steady. “I want to spend my life with her. I’m old enough to know that.”

Zoey fell quiet as the line moved forward. They could see the gates seven or eight blocks ahead. Her arm brushed against his as they walked. His frustration grew. How could he be any clearer? Once more he took a step to the side and peered at the line ahead. When he turned back to her he kept his distance. “It’ll be another few hours at least.” Why had he jumped at the chance to play to the cameras? He should’ve stayed quiet as the crew passed by, or watched while the cheer squad entertained them. Hopefully Reese would understand. He was caught up in the moment—nothing more, right?

“Zack . . . are you listening?” The crowd noise was crazy loud. Zoey moved closer so their arms touched again.

“Sorry.” He chuckled, trying to keep things light. “I was thinking about my girlfriend.”

“No you weren’t.” She elbowed him lightly in the ribs. “You were thinking about this forever-long line. I said, ‘Don’t worry. At least we have each other.’ ” She held her hand out and waited until he shook it. “Deal?”

Zack hesitated. “Deal.” He tried to imagine what sort of deal he was making, but again his words came without thinking. As if they were playing parts in a movie and his lines had already been written.

“Yes, sir.” Zoey grinned. “I think you and I are going to be good friends before this day is over.”

He had no response. He could only hope the day would fly by. So he could get away from the madness in downtown Atlanta, away from the cheer squad and Zoey.

And back home to Reese where he belonged.

IT WAS ALMOST Zack’s turn.

He and the cheerleaders and gospel singers and vampires had reached the Georgia Dome gates sometime after noon. They’d been sitting in section 8B ever since. Sitting and singing and laughing and talking. Zack had gotten to know most of them, and he had found a true friend in one of the gospel singers. Now it was midnight and after a few more groups they’d be up.

Fifteen Minutes staged auditions a little differently. They took contestants in groups of fifty to a tent and had them sing a cappella all at the same time. A dozen judges with clipboards would walk around and through the group, making their way from one singer to the next, taking notes. When three minutes had passed, the group had to stop singing. A couple contestants’ numbers might be called for the next round. Or not. The singers chosen to go through to tomorrow’s auditions were flashed on the Jumbotron whenever a group left the tent. No one had gone through from either of the last two groups.

“I’m freaking out.” Zoey briefly leaned her head on his shoulder. “How can I sing when I’m so tired?”

Zack shifted away from her. Maybe if he turned the conversation to her, she’d forget about him. “Why’d you decide to audition, anyway? You never said.”

“Me?” Zoey seemed to sense that he wanted space. She turned in her seat and faced him. “All us senior cheerleaders decided at the same time. Like, we can all sing. So yeah . . .”

Fifteen Minutes encouraged contestants to try out in groups. Once in a while, a group actually made it through, sort of like the TV show X Factor . But coming in a group was only one way of capturing the judges’ attention. Zack took his time. They had thirty minutes at least. “Not your group, Zoey. You. Why did you audition?”

She looked at her squad, chatting with a group of guys a few rows down. “It’s my dream.” She lowered her voice. “The girls don’t know that. They think it’s all sort of a joke. You know, just to get on TV or whatever.” She blinked a few times. “Truthfully? It’s all that matters.”

Zack had heard her sing earlier. She had the skill to pull off a show like Fifteen Minutes . Maybe not the maturity but definitely the talent. “This?” He looked around the packed stadium. “This can’t be all that matters.”