For three years, Leo had been Kira’s shadow. He had the footage to prove anything: the screaming matches with her mother-manager, the silent panic attacks in the back of limousines, the moment her ex-boyfriend, a rapper named Haze, had smashed a Grammy in a cocaine-fueled rage. The studio had wanted a hagiography. Kira had wanted a confessional. Leo, a documentarian who’d cut his teeth on war zones, wanted the truth.
Chloe looked at Leo, alarmed. “That breaks the barrier. You become a character.”
“Good. Then stop hiding. Come in here.” -GirlsDoPorn- 18 Years Old - E320 -27.06.15-
He pushed open the heavy control room door and walked into the dressing room. The air smelled of hairspray, sweat, and expensive roses. Up close, Kira was smaller than she looked on screen, and more fragile. The foundation couldn’t hide the dark circles. The fringe couldn’t hide the tremor.
“Then let’s make a documentary,” he said. For three years, Leo had been Kira’s shadow
He raised his own phone, the one with the audio file, and held it up to the camera’s microphone.
Leo looked from the phone to her face. He saw the girl from the small town, the one the industry had chewed up and was now trying to spit out. He saw the diamond, under pressure. Kira had wanted a confessional
And for the first time that night, the roar of the crowd wasn't outside the glass. It was inside the room.