He held up the phone. Leo zoomed in with his camera. On the tiny screen, Haze’s Instagram story was a black-and-white photo of Kira, maybe nineteen, crying in a studio booth. The caption, in elegant serif font, read: The Diamond is a fraud. Her new album was written by ghosts. I have the receipts.
“I know.” She turned to face the corner of the room where she knew Leo’s camera was hidden. She looked directly into the lens, and for the first time in three years, she spoke to him. Not to the microphone, not to the future audience, but to the man behind the machine. -GirlsDoPorn- 18 Years Old - E320 -27.06.15-
And for the first time that night, the roar of the crowd wasn't outside the glass. It was inside the room. He held up the phone
Kira stared at it for a long, terrible second. Then she did something Leo didn’t expect. She didn’t scream. She didn’t cry. She laughed. It was a short, hollow sound, like a stone hitting the bottom of a dry well. The caption, in elegant serif font, read: The
Chloe looked at Leo, alarmed. “That breaks the barrier. You become a character.”