My new action movie is exactly the kind of role I need to finally shake my image as a child star.
But when judgmental colleagues and a megalomaniac director bring up past issues I’d long thought buried, will the price be too high for my mental health?
I wish I could talk to Jack about what’s going on at work, but with me filming in Australia, and him working in the States, it’s hard for us to connect. Are we drifting apart all over again?
I can’t write. Not since leaving Ibiza. Something about hitting rock bottom has exhausted my creative energy. And if I can’t write music, who am I?
Could a career break be just what I need? Or will the lack of focus exacerbate my addiction?
Usually I’d go to Tate for advice. She’s my best friend. But after how she found me in Ibiza, the last thing I want to do is burden her all over again.
At a time when the world seems to be against them, will these two lovebirds find solace in each other, or will they grow further apart than ever?