#zackspo

Zack has a fantastic singing voice. He’s never done anything with it -- he was in choir back in middle school, but that’s it. Even still, he has a rich, lyric baritone that he’s mostly unaware of. He’ll sing along to the radio absently but doesn’t make much more of his ability.

Middle school and even most of high school for Zack meant one thing: D&D. He had Beast Master Ranger that he put painstaking work into. If you happen to mention D&D near him, he will not shut up about Aerick Wolfswift and his long self-journey from hating beasts to forging deep kinship with all types.

What is their worst fear? A lot weighs on my shoulders now. I’m in this new city that’s really far from home and I left my family and the business and all behind. I’m scared of that failing. There’s also all this stuff here that I’m responsible for, with Smooth Moves and the Church and people looking at me to maybe fill the spot that Jairus left behind... Mostly, you could say that I’m afraid I won’t be able to do it all. I’m afraid...of failing. I don’t want to let anyone looking to me down -- from my family, to the Saints, to Zoe, to all the kids who work at the shop. About everything from the business, to the Horsemen. I just want to get it all right. I want to do the right thing. Whatever that might be.

What is their greatest hope? To make a life here. I wasn’t sure -- I mean, there are stereotypes about LA, and there are stereotypes about Kansas. And those stereotypes are very different. But I like it here. I like the people in this little community that I’ve jumped into. I like the shop and the Church and... I want to do good. I said, before, I’m afraid of failure and messing things up for other people. That is true. But I also don’t want to mess it up for myself. I want us to all come together, to figure this crazy stuff out, fix it, and then do good.

What is their deepest doubt? That I’m worthy of all...this. That I could really be the descendant of an angel... That I should really have this position that I do, all the Jairus left me, the respect that has come with it all. People look at me like they know me. They loved Jairus and so they think I must be...just as wonderful. I don’t know that I am. I don’t know if I’m really a relative of that angel, if any of it could really be real. What if it’s not? What then?