"Oh, God," I whispered, reading the latest email. "A poser?" Now, I’ve called names in my time, ‘girl’, ‘gay’, but ‘poser’ was by far the worst. What was I going to do? I could label it a coincidence and say I was just going on a tour of a recording studio…but when I eventually told her the truth she’d just say I lied to her. No, my only other option was to tell her the truth. And risk her hating me? Hansonline. That was the key. I’d email her from my hansonline email.

I logged in and began my email.

"Hey Snow.
Well…I’m not a poser…I’m the real deal. I figured you wouldn’t believe me and get mad and ignore me…so I decided to email you from here. But there’s one thing, you have to promise not to give anyone my other email or ICQ number. I don’t want to be stocked.
Sorry this is so short, but I don’t know what else to write.
Luv ya,
Zac

P.S. Don’t email me here, I wouldn’t be able to find it mixed with all the others!

I clicked send, then thought of something I forgot to add.

‘Hey! Me again. Just wanted to tell you that next week we’re coming home. I would really like to meet you. We could meet somewhere. I’d have to be somewhere where I wouldn’t be mobbed though.
Ok.
G2G
W/B/S
Luv ya,
Zac

That was it! All I could do now was hope and pray. Hopefully she wouldn’t think I hacked into Hansonline! That would just make the situation worse. Oh well. Nothing left to do here.