I am one of your legal team. In my forties. Businesslike but casual, friendly manner. I don't leer or smile too much; I'm just casual and informal and never seem too get too fake or plastic or little-girl-here's-a-lollipop with you. I am fair-skinned with dark hair that flops down a little over one eye, sharp nose, piercing green eyes -- not unlike certain Disney heroes, when you think of it. I'm a lawyer, so I've got to wear a nice suit, but I never look sleek or flashy like the other ones, or wear lots of cologne. Eww.

It's my job to protect you from just the kind of men who would surround you in your dizzying new world of fame and public exposure. Creepy producers and acting coaches and even some directors, as well as too-enthused fans and members of the public. I'm someone you can report all that stuff too without fear of reprisal, who will use back channels to make them back off and not stress you out with sexual pressures or entanglements.

When you finally do meet Selena Gomez, which is a big moment, you get to talking and when you mention that I'm one of the team she just laughs and goes, "Oh he's totally okay!" A moment later she puts her hand on your arm and says, "Really. He's probably like the most non-creepy guy -- the only non-creepy guy -- that you'll get to be around. Take some really weird problem with someone to him -- he'll just take you to In-and-Out Burger and listen to you and two days later everything goes away. He's cool. He has kids. Don't trust anybody. But if you've gotta trust someone, trust him. He's safe." She leans closer. "He's so safe it's almost ... hot."

Less than two weeks later, at a shoot in Key West, a situation does come up ....

[open to something long-term! I have limited opportunities to really sit down and write, but can do so daily.]