Page 66 of Bulletproof
Travis looked sheepish. “I appreciate your concern. Really. But I’m fine now.”
“You don’t look fine,” Felix said. “I’ve watched this sort of thing happen my entire life.I’ve been in this business for 30 years, and I’ve lost count of how many young people I’ve seen lose it and fall apart under the stress of a hectic tour and unable to handle the rise to the top. You’re not the only one who’s ever struggled with newfound fame and stardom. Don’t think you’re alone, Travis. You’re not. You could benefit greatly from speaking to a qualified professional.” Felix pulleda small notepad from his pocket, scribbled something down, ripped off the sheet of paper, and handed it to Travis. “Here’s the name and number of my therapist. Please give him a call.”
“You see a shrink?” Derek asked.
“Of course. Therapy is the only way I hang onto my sanity. Do you have any idea how much stress I’m under on a daily basis? If I didn’t see a therapist,I’d explode.”
The guy was a fireball of stress. Derek couldn’t imagine what Felix would be like if he didn’t see a shrink.
“I don’t want to see you throw your career away or fall by the wayside, Travis. You have too much talent.” Felix pushed the paper toward Travis, encouraging him to take it.
Travis took the paper, looked at it for a moment, then foldedit in half and stuffed it into the pocket of his jeans.
