Hope
When we get downstairs, there’s a limousine waiting for us. Four security men surround us on either side, blocking people from passing on the sidewalk as we make our way to the car.
Tanya gets in first, then me, then her father. I hear one of the security guys say that it’s all clear before getting into the passenger seat.
“Is that typical?” I ask as the limo pulls away from the curb.
“Yes. Tanya has a security team that makes sure that her fans don’t bombard her or rush her,” Maxwell says.
“Most of my fans are very respectful and really just want me to wave, get my autograph, or take a picture. But some can be aggressive,” Tanya says.
“Aggressive how?” I ask.
“Pushing past security, trying to get on stage when I’m performing, I’ve nearly been tackled to the ground by some over
