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Behind The Spotlight
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Chapter 135
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Behind The Spotlight Chapter 135
Collin was holding a flower gently in his hands, the petals trembling slightly as he walked through the cemetery. His solemn expression carried a heavy weight.
He hadn't attended on the exact day of his friend's, Vale Ashford's, death anniversary because he couldn't bear to face his family. He simply couldn't bring himself to look at them or at his friend's other mourners, afraid that his guilt would spill over.
No one had ever blamed Collin for what happened, yet he blamed himself. At that time, he told his friend that doing it might not be worth it, and he had meant every word. He tried to convince him that it was wrong, but his words weren't strong enough, not forceful enough to stop him. He regretted not being more persistent, replaying the scene in his head countless times. If he had known the consequences, he would have punched him in the stomach right in front of the old hag, made him faint if he had to, and carried him out of that casting couch, even if it meant fighting against dozens of bodyguards.
He blamed himself for not seeing the signs that his friend's spirit was being crushed quietly, unnoticed by everyone, until Vale's will to live broke bit by bit.
When he reached the grave, he found another man sitting beside it, staring blankly into the horizon while chugging a bottle of cheap alcohol.
"David... what a coincidence." Collin weakly chuckled, though the sound was hollow.
"Collin, is that you? Haha, look at you now. You seem to be doing fine. I heard you became an agent. Are you sure you can do it?" David's voice carried both nostalgia and disbelief.
"..." Collin didn't answer. He placed the flower in front of the gravestone.
In Loving Memory.
Vale Ashford.
"How are you doing, David? Still an alcoholic?" Collin asked gently.
Collin turned to his ex-agent, David Silas. David had once helped Collin and Vale build their modeling careers when they were young. After what happened to Vale, he became an alcoholic as a way to cope.
"Yeah, what can I say, I love alcohol." David had an unkempt beard and long hair that looked untouched for months. His eyes were tired, as though he wanted everything to end, perhaps even himself along with it.
"You should stop drinking. It's bad for your health."
"Haha, who the fuck are you to teach me how to live? Mind your own business and keep your judgment to yourself, Mr. East."
When Collin retired from modeling, David also resigned as an agent. Their partnership ended six years ago after they both faced the cruel realities of the industry. Collin had realized he had no future in modeling, and David no longer had the will to continue.
The two sat in silence for a while, listening to the soft wind rustling through the cemetery, until David began speaking again. His words were drunken and slurred, but full of raw regret and pain.
"Why... why didn't you talk to me first? You should have talked to me first before you made that decision."
No one answered.
"... We were asked right on the spot. Either we left or we didn't, there was no time to think or plan." Collin felt it was his responsibility to answer since the other one could not.
"Still..."
"David, even if you were there, would you have stopped Vale? Or encouraged him?" Collin turned to his ex-agent, who clutched his bottle with a shaky grip.
"..." David didn't know how to answer. Deep down, he was torn between guilt and survival. At that time, all he wanted was to earn money from his two models, ignoring the moral cost in his blind ambition. When he heard what happened between Vale and the old hag, it didn't sit well with him, but he followed the flow reluctantly, telling himself he had no choice. In truth, he was even relieved when more projects came their way, convincing himself that happiness could mask guilt. But he only began to regret it when the horror of the consequences finally hit. Since then, guilt had been eating him alive.
David weakly laughed, though it sounded more like a sob, tears welling in his eyes. Then he laughed louder, as if crying.
"David, as much as I want to say you're bad, I know you're not a bad person. We were trapped by circumstances. You protected me while I was under your contract, and I never forgot that. I don't want you to die early... Thank you for everything you did."
Collin slightly bowed in respect, turned, and walked away. David called out to him.
"Collin, don't follow my mistakes!"
The young agent didn't stop walking until he was gone, his silhouette fading beyond the gravestones. David looked at the bottle of cheap wine in his hand for a long moment, as though weighing his next choice. After a moment of contemplation, with a tiny spark of clarity, he threw the bottle away.
.........
......
...
Because Collin couldn't find a proper record label to work with, he had no choice but to look for obscure ones, the kind few people spoke about. He asked other agents if they knew of any labels he hadn't negotiated with yet. He even shamelessly asked the CEO of his company.
"You're asking me if I know a record label?" Lila Seraphina raised a brow in amusement. Collin East only visited her when he needed something, yet he always managed to look composed.
"I signed a new client, a young and talented singer with potential. Our agency also manages music artists, so I believe you may have leads on which record labels are safe, trustworthy, and capable of building her career properly."
"Yeah, I heard about that. You signed a Frenchwoman you met in Paris and were apparently impressed by her voice."
"I need to make sure the label can be trusted. I can't take any risks with this. My client is too young, and I don't want her to suffer by choosing the wrong label or being exploited. And don't include any studio related to Papa Daddy."
"If you insist. I do know a record label you can work with. It's relatively small but has trustworthy management. I also know the owner, and her intentions are sincere. In fact, I'm a co-owner of this label, so I have firsthand insight into how it operates."
"Really?" Collin was surprised.
"Well, she begged me to invest in her company, and after much persuasion, I didn't have much of a choice. She said she partnered with a famous music producer who had a solid track record..." Lila averted her gaze, hiding a hint of embarrassment. She wasn't particularly proud of this investment because it hadn't yielded any profits yet. If not for their friendship, she might not have invested at all. It was probably the only investment in her career that hadn't brought her profit... so far.
"It doesn't matter. I'm still interested in meeting the owner and learning more about the label."
Collin had already talked to nearly a hundred record labels, from the most famous to the smallest, even traveling to different states tirelessly to secure his client's future.
"This is the studio's address. You can take your client there and see for yourself if it meets your standards."
Lila wrote the address neatly on a piece of paper and handed it to him. He thanked her before leaving her office.
"... That guy never changes. He always puts everything into whatever he sets his mind on." She lightly giggled and shook her head in amusement.
Later that day, Collin contacted Chantal and Isabella to visit the studio Lila had recommended.
The three were confused when they arrived and realized the address pointed to an apartment complex that looked ordinary and worn down. The faded walls and peeling paint gave it a neglected appearance. The broken elevator didn't help, and the narrow, steep stairs made the climb exhausting.
They asked the old man at the reception desk if there was a studio in the building. He nodded and told them it was on the sixth floor, the highest one.
And so, the three of them began the climb.
Collin was holding a flower gently in his hands, the petals trembling slightly as he walked through the cemetery. His solemn expression carried a heavy weight.
He hadn't attended on the exact day of his friend's, Vale Ashford's, death anniversary because he couldn't bear to face his family. He simply couldn't bring himself to look at them or at his friend's other mourners, afraid that his guilt would spill over.
No one had ever blamed Collin for what happened, yet he blamed himself. At that time, he told his friend that doing it might not be worth it, and he had meant every word. He tried to convince him that it was wrong, but his words weren't strong enough, not forceful enough to stop him. He regretted not being more persistent, replaying the scene in his head countless times. If he had known the consequences, he would have punched him in the stomach right in front of the old hag, made him faint if he had to, and carried him out of that casting couch, even if it meant fighting against dozens of bodyguards.
He blamed himself for not seeing the signs that his friend's spirit was being crushed quietly, unnoticed by everyone, until Vale's will to live broke bit by bit.
When he reached the grave, he found another man sitting beside it, staring blankly into the horizon while chugging a bottle of cheap alcohol.
"David... what a coincidence." Collin weakly chuckled, though the sound was hollow.
"Collin, is that you? Haha, look at you now. You seem to be doing fine. I heard you became an agent. Are you sure you can do it?" David's voice carried both nostalgia and disbelief.
"..." Collin didn't answer. He placed the flower in front of the gravestone.
In Loving Memory.
Vale Ashford.
"How are you doing, David? Still an alcoholic?" Collin asked gently.
Collin turned to his ex-agent, David Silas. David had once helped Collin and Vale build their modeling careers when they were young. After what happened to Vale, he became an alcoholic as a way to cope.
"Yeah, what can I say, I love alcohol." David had an unkempt beard and long hair that looked untouched for months. His eyes were tired, as though he wanted everything to end, perhaps even himself along with it.
"You should stop drinking. It's bad for your health."
"Haha, who the fuck are you to teach me how to live? Mind your own business and keep your judgment to yourself, Mr. East."
When Collin retired from modeling, David also resigned as an agent. Their partnership ended six years ago after they both faced the cruel realities of the industry. Collin had realized he had no future in modeling, and David no longer had the will to continue.
The two sat in silence for a while, listening to the soft wind rustling through the cemetery, until David began speaking again. His words were drunken and slurred, but full of raw regret and pain.
"Why... why didn't you talk to me first? You should have talked to me first before you made that decision."
No one answered.
"... We were asked right on the spot. Either we left or we didn't, there was no time to think or plan." Collin felt it was his responsibility to answer since the other one could not.
"Still..."
"David, even if you were there, would you have stopped Vale? Or encouraged him?" Collin turned to his ex-agent, who clutched his bottle with a shaky grip.
"..." David didn't know how to answer. Deep down, he was torn between guilt and survival. At that time, all he wanted was to earn money from his two models, ignoring the moral cost in his blind ambition. When he heard what happened between Vale and the old hag, it didn't sit well with him, but he followed the flow reluctantly, telling himself he had no choice. In truth, he was even relieved when more projects came their way, convincing himself that happiness could mask guilt. But he only began to regret it when the horror of the consequences finally hit. Since then, guilt had been eating him alive.
David weakly laughed, though it sounded more like a sob, tears welling in his eyes. Then he laughed louder, as if crying.
"David, as much as I want to say you're bad, I know you're not a bad person. We were trapped by circumstances. You protected me while I was under your contract, and I never forgot that. I don't want you to die early... Thank you for everything you did."
Collin slightly bowed in respect, turned, and walked away. David called out to him.
"Collin, don't follow my mistakes!"
The young agent didn't stop walking until he was gone, his silhouette fading beyond the gravestones. David looked at the bottle of cheap wine in his hand for a long moment, as though weighing his next choice. After a moment of contemplation, with a tiny spark of clarity, he threw the bottle away.
.........
......
...
Because Collin couldn't find a proper record label to work with, he had no choice but to look for obscure ones, the kind few people spoke about. He asked other agents if they knew of any labels he hadn't negotiated with yet. He even shamelessly asked the CEO of his company.
"You're asking me if I know a record label?" Lila Seraphina raised a brow in amusement. Collin East only visited her when he needed something, yet he always managed to look composed.
"I signed a new client, a young and talented singer with potential. Our agency also manages music artists, so I believe you may have leads on which record labels are safe, trustworthy, and capable of building her career properly."
"Yeah, I heard about that. You signed a Frenchwoman you met in Paris and were apparently impressed by her voice."
"I need to make sure the label can be trusted. I can't take any risks with this. My client is too young, and I don't want her to suffer by choosing the wrong label or being exploited. And don't include any studio related to Papa Daddy."
"If you insist. I do know a record label you can work with. It's relatively small but has trustworthy management. I also know the owner, and her intentions are sincere. In fact, I'm a co-owner of this label, so I have firsthand insight into how it operates."
"Really?" Collin was surprised.
"Well, she begged me to invest in her company, and after much persuasion, I didn't have much of a choice. She said she partnered with a famous music producer who had a solid track record..." Lila averted her gaze, hiding a hint of embarrassment. She wasn't particularly proud of this investment because it hadn't yielded any profits yet. If not for their friendship, she might not have invested at all. It was probably the only investment in her career that hadn't brought her profit... so far.
"It doesn't matter. I'm still interested in meeting the owner and learning more about the label."
Collin had already talked to nearly a hundred record labels, from the most famous to the smallest, even traveling to different states tirelessly to secure his client's future.
"This is the studio's address. You can take your client there and see for yourself if it meets your standards."
Lila wrote the address neatly on a piece of paper and handed it to him. He thanked her before leaving her office.
"... That guy never changes. He always puts everything into whatever he sets his mind on." She lightly giggled and shook her head in amusement.
Later that day, Collin contacted Chantal and Isabella to visit the studio Lila had recommended.
The three were confused when they arrived and realized the address pointed to an apartment complex that looked ordinary and worn down. The faded walls and peeling paint gave it a neglected appearance. The broken elevator didn't help, and the narrow, steep stairs made the climb exhausting.
They asked the old man at the reception desk if there was a studio in the building. He nodded and told them it was on the sixth floor, the highest one.
And so, the three of them began the climb.
Chapter 136
Pujimaki
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Behind The Spotlight Chapter 136
"Who in their right mind will build a 7-storey building and not fix the damned elevator!?" Isabella grunted as she took another step. Her legs were trembling, and her hair clung to her sweaty forehead. She hated the situation she was in.
Just like her, Chantal was also tired and shaking. Her breaths came in shallow bursts, and her arms dangled weakly. She agreed with what Isabella said.
"You heard from the old man on the ground floor, the elevator needs renovation and it'll take at least three weeks to be fixed," Collin answered. Unlike the two women, Collin seemed fine. He was fit and actively went to the gym at least twice a week. He even stretched his arms midway, teasingly jogging a few steps ahead, which made Isabella glare daggers at him.
For him, using stairs was just another leg day... Although as a gym bro, he wasn't exactly a fan of leg day. Still, he couldn't help but smirk.
"Fuck... This is too much," Isabella gasped for air and spoke in French. Even Chantal was shaking. Her knees were about to give out, and she used the stair railing as her last support.
"Just one more floor and we'll get there," Collin encouraged them. He spoke in a calm tone, as if climbing a mountain was nothing.
At last, after a tiring day, the three reached the highest floor. They found the apartment number and Collin knocked on the door. The hallway smelled faintly of cigarettes, and the flickering light above them added a cheap motel vibe to the corridor.
Chantal and Isabella fixed their haggard appearance as they waited for someone to open the door. They tried to straighten their hair and wipe their sweat, pretending they hadn't just survived a seven-floor workout.
A few seconds later, a woman in her fifties with a cigarette in her mouth opened the door. Her expression was bored yet sharp.
"I believe you're Collin and these are your clients?" the woman asked.
"Did Lila talk to you?"
"Yeah, she just called an hour ago."
"I'm indeed Collin East, and this is my client Chantal Beaumont and her friend Isabella."
The two women greeted the 50-year-old woman and introduced themselves.
"You can call me Vivian. Come in."
The three entered the studio and realized that... it was small. Smaller than they had imagined, barely enough space to fit a proper recording setup. There were only two rooms, the recording studio and the control room.
In the corner of the control room, a fat guy was silently inhaling the scent of coins. The sound of clinking metal and heavy breathing filled the air, making the atmosphere oddly unsettling.
"Niko, we have visitors."
"Hmmm~~"
The fat guy didn't listen and continued inhaling his coins. He rubbed them together like they were sacred relics.
Collin and his entourage had no idea what was happening. Isabella whispered under her breath, "Is this some kind of ritual?"
"Here's the music tape." Collin gave it to Vivian, but the woman exhaled a cloud of smoke and shook her head.
"Let your client give it to Niko. You have coins, right?"
"Uhh, yeah?"
"Then give the coins and the music tape to Niko. He'll handle the rest."
Collin passed the music tape to Chantal with some coins. He hesitated for a second, glancing between the strange man and the smoky air before forcing a small smile. Just like Collin, Chantal was confused, but she decided to do it. What bad could happen? As long as Collin was around, Chantal felt safe.
She slowly approached Niko, who was still shivering from inhaling the scent of the coins in his hands. Next to him was an empty box of pizza.
"Niko, sir, this is my music tape." She handed the tape and coins to him. Niko took them and smelled the coins before groaning for some reason. Chantal froze, unsure if she should take a step back or call for help.
Chantal looked at Collin and the others, and they were just as confused. Only Vivian was acting normal, probably because she was used to this kind of stuff. Vivian even leaned against the control panel.
Niko looked at Chantal, and the young woman almost took a step back, but she remained still.
"Alright."
Niko nodded. He stood up and inserted the music tape into the stereo system to listen to it. The room suddenly went silent except for the soft crackle of the machine.
Chantal's voice played in the control room. Both Vivian and Niko were impressed and stared at Chantal. Her voice was captivating, it carried warmth and emotion.
They listened to all five songs while Collin and the others waited for their decision. Collin inspected the recording studio and felt like he had been scammed. There were exposed wires, worn-out foam panels, and a broken mic stand leaning in the corner of the room. This was worse than a small-time record label. In the first place, Collin had no idea if there really was a record label.
"Amazing, your voice has a certain charm. Furthermore, your range can fit any genre. Even that rock and roll you did, you nailed it," Niko said. He was different from earlier. He was now acting like a normal person. His eyes, once hazy and unfocused, now gleamed with genuine admiration.
"Yeah, that's what I thought too," Vivian added.
Chantal was happy to hear their praise. Her heart fluttered, the exhaustion from earlier felt worth it.
"Not good, I have to make a song for you!" Niko raised his voice, grabbed a pen and a notepad, and started writing.
The three looked at Vivian in confusion. Isabella tilted her head, whispering, "Is this how inspiration works?"
"You should be happy. Niko took a liking to Chantal."
"..."
They didn't know what to say to that.
"Just wait for an hour and you'll see the results."
Niko was inhaling the coins that Chantal had given him while writing. Then he dropped the notepad and started playing the electric piano.
Chantal and Isabella were still confused, but Collin was different. He was stunned as he saw words floating above Niko's head. It was not white or yellow talent... they were gold!
--Niko Walkman
-- Music Producer of All Genres (Gold)
-- Hitmaker (Gold)
'This is the sixth person who had Golden Talent... You're telling me that this guy who seems to be addicted to coins has Golden Talent?' Collin's heart skipped a beat, realizing he might have just found another treasure.
Collin was speechless. He didn't care much if Niko had a certain abnormality. The moment he had Golden Talent, Collin was interested in signing him.
"Vivian, does Niko have an agent?"
"No, but he's a partner of my record label. Hey, I know those eyes. You're probably thinking of signing him, right? Don't even try, I'll kick you out of my studio. On top of that, it'll be impossible to convince Niko. Most of the time, you can't really talk to him." Vivian stared seriously at Collin, which made the agent shrug. What she said wasn't enough to stop Collin. His brain was already formulating plans and offers that could make even this guy agree.
There was a Golden Talent in front of him, Collin had no intention of letting him go without trying.
An hour later, after Niko recorded the piano, acoustic guitars, and drums for the song, he called Chantal to step into the recording studio. He gave her the note and said it was the lyrics to the song. Chantal's fingers trembled slightly as she held the handwritten paper.
Chantal was skeptical because the fat guy had only composed the song in an hour, which was unbelievable. She didn't know that Niko was "him".
The moment the music played and Chantal sang the lyrics, she was surprised that the song was actually well-formed. However, she was even more shocked the third time she sang it... she fell in love with it. Her voice blended perfectly with the melody, like the song had been waiting for her all along. The song only had piano, acoustic guitar, and a few drum beats as accompaniment, it didn't drown her voice. She knew it was still incomplete, but it didn't stop her from loving it more as she sang.
---
[Author's Note: I want to say thank you for reading this novel. I've been gone for a while. Also, I have no idea how to write a song, so don't expect much from me...]
"Who in their right mind will build a 7-storey building and not fix the damned elevator!?" Isabella grunted as she took another step. Her legs were trembling, and her hair clung to her sweaty forehead. She hated the situation she was in.
Just like her, Chantal was also tired and shaking. Her breaths came in shallow bursts, and her arms dangled weakly. She agreed with what Isabella said.
"You heard from the old man on the ground floor, the elevator needs renovation and it'll take at least three weeks to be fixed," Collin answered. Unlike the two women, Collin seemed fine. He was fit and actively went to the gym at least twice a week. He even stretched his arms midway, teasingly jogging a few steps ahead, which made Isabella glare daggers at him.
For him, using stairs was just another leg day... Although as a gym bro, he wasn't exactly a fan of leg day. Still, he couldn't help but smirk.
"Fuck... This is too much," Isabella gasped for air and spoke in French. Even Chantal was shaking. Her knees were about to give out, and she used the stair railing as her last support.
"Just one more floor and we'll get there," Collin encouraged them. He spoke in a calm tone, as if climbing a mountain was nothing.
At last, after a tiring day, the three reached the highest floor. They found the apartment number and Collin knocked on the door. The hallway smelled faintly of cigarettes, and the flickering light above them added a cheap motel vibe to the corridor.
Chantal and Isabella fixed their haggard appearance as they waited for someone to open the door. They tried to straighten their hair and wipe their sweat, pretending they hadn't just survived a seven-floor workout.
A few seconds later, a woman in her fifties with a cigarette in her mouth opened the door. Her expression was bored yet sharp.
"I believe you're Collin and these are your clients?" the woman asked.
"Did Lila talk to you?"
"Yeah, she just called an hour ago."
"I'm indeed Collin East, and this is my client Chantal Beaumont and her friend Isabella."
The two women greeted the 50-year-old woman and introduced themselves.
"You can call me Vivian. Come in."
The three entered the studio and realized that... it was small. Smaller than they had imagined, barely enough space to fit a proper recording setup. There were only two rooms, the recording studio and the control room.
In the corner of the control room, a fat guy was silently inhaling the scent of coins. The sound of clinking metal and heavy breathing filled the air, making the atmosphere oddly unsettling.
"Niko, we have visitors."
"Hmmm~~"
The fat guy didn't listen and continued inhaling his coins. He rubbed them together like they were sacred relics.
Collin and his entourage had no idea what was happening. Isabella whispered under her breath, "Is this some kind of ritual?"
"Here's the music tape." Collin gave it to Vivian, but the woman exhaled a cloud of smoke and shook her head.
"Let your client give it to Niko. You have coins, right?"
"Uhh, yeah?"
"Then give the coins and the music tape to Niko. He'll handle the rest."
Collin passed the music tape to Chantal with some coins. He hesitated for a second, glancing between the strange man and the smoky air before forcing a small smile. Just like Collin, Chantal was confused, but she decided to do it. What bad could happen? As long as Collin was around, Chantal felt safe.
She slowly approached Niko, who was still shivering from inhaling the scent of the coins in his hands. Next to him was an empty box of pizza.
"Niko, sir, this is my music tape." She handed the tape and coins to him. Niko took them and smelled the coins before groaning for some reason. Chantal froze, unsure if she should take a step back or call for help.
Chantal looked at Collin and the others, and they were just as confused. Only Vivian was acting normal, probably because she was used to this kind of stuff. Vivian even leaned against the control panel.
Niko looked at Chantal, and the young woman almost took a step back, but she remained still.
"Alright."
Niko nodded. He stood up and inserted the music tape into the stereo system to listen to it. The room suddenly went silent except for the soft crackle of the machine.
Chantal's voice played in the control room. Both Vivian and Niko were impressed and stared at Chantal. Her voice was captivating, it carried warmth and emotion.
They listened to all five songs while Collin and the others waited for their decision. Collin inspected the recording studio and felt like he had been scammed. There were exposed wires, worn-out foam panels, and a broken mic stand leaning in the corner of the room. This was worse than a small-time record label. In the first place, Collin had no idea if there really was a record label.
"Amazing, your voice has a certain charm. Furthermore, your range can fit any genre. Even that rock and roll you did, you nailed it," Niko said. He was different from earlier. He was now acting like a normal person. His eyes, once hazy and unfocused, now gleamed with genuine admiration.
"Yeah, that's what I thought too," Vivian added.
Chantal was happy to hear their praise. Her heart fluttered, the exhaustion from earlier felt worth it.
"Not good, I have to make a song for you!" Niko raised his voice, grabbed a pen and a notepad, and started writing.
The three looked at Vivian in confusion. Isabella tilted her head, whispering, "Is this how inspiration works?"
"You should be happy. Niko took a liking to Chantal."
"..."
They didn't know what to say to that.
"Just wait for an hour and you'll see the results."
Niko was inhaling the coins that Chantal had given him while writing. Then he dropped the notepad and started playing the electric piano.
Chantal and Isabella were still confused, but Collin was different. He was stunned as he saw words floating above Niko's head. It was not white or yellow talent... they were gold!
--Niko Walkman
-- Music Producer of All Genres (Gold)
-- Hitmaker (Gold)
'This is the sixth person who had Golden Talent... You're telling me that this guy who seems to be addicted to coins has Golden Talent?' Collin's heart skipped a beat, realizing he might have just found another treasure.
Collin was speechless. He didn't care much if Niko had a certain abnormality. The moment he had Golden Talent, Collin was interested in signing him.
"Vivian, does Niko have an agent?"
"No, but he's a partner of my record label. Hey, I know those eyes. You're probably thinking of signing him, right? Don't even try, I'll kick you out of my studio. On top of that, it'll be impossible to convince Niko. Most of the time, you can't really talk to him." Vivian stared seriously at Collin, which made the agent shrug. What she said wasn't enough to stop Collin. His brain was already formulating plans and offers that could make even this guy agree.
There was a Golden Talent in front of him, Collin had no intention of letting him go without trying.
An hour later, after Niko recorded the piano, acoustic guitars, and drums for the song, he called Chantal to step into the recording studio. He gave her the note and said it was the lyrics to the song. Chantal's fingers trembled slightly as she held the handwritten paper.
Chantal was skeptical because the fat guy had only composed the song in an hour, which was unbelievable. She didn't know that Niko was "him".
The moment the music played and Chantal sang the lyrics, she was surprised that the song was actually well-formed. However, she was even more shocked the third time she sang it... she fell in love with it. Her voice blended perfectly with the melody, like the song had been waiting for her all along. The song only had piano, acoustic guitar, and a few drum beats as accompaniment, it didn't drown her voice. She knew it was still incomplete, but it didn't stop her from loving it more as she sang.
---
[Author's Note: I want to say thank you for reading this novel. I've been gone for a while. Also, I have no idea how to write a song, so don't expect much from me...]
Chapter 137
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No matter where you are, I will love you~
Even if you're not around, I will love you~
My love is yours truly~
Chantal sang it with emotion and hit a higher note this time. Her voice echoed within the recording room, trembling slightly with raw passion. When she sang the song for the fifth time, she realized that it had a certain beat that made her want to sing it again. She looked at Niko, who was still inhaling the scent of the coins with trembling eyes... She admitted that he was talented. His odd quirks didn't matter now.
Even Collin and Isabella were amazed. They were just watching the recording and listening to the song, but they couldn't help but sway with the rhythm. Collin's usually composed face softened, while Isabella unconsciously tapped her foot and mouthed the lyrics.
"Impressive. Niko is great at composing songs, but this is the first time I've met someone who can match his level aside from Jackson Mike," Vivian weakly muttered, but Collin heard what she said. Her tone carried genuine admiration.
"Niko composed a song for Jackson Mike?"
"That's right. You know Thrilled? Niko is the composer and music producer of that song."
"Really?"
Even though Collin could see that Niko had golden talents, he still found it hard to believe that he had worked with Jackson Mike.
"You don't believe me?" Vivian raised her brow.
"I mean, can you blame me?" He glanced at Niko, who was slightly shaking and clutching his coins while adjusting the music effects...
"I hope I'm not being offensive, but Niko... Is he on the spectrum?" Collin asked, and Vivian nodded.
"He is diagnosed, but I don't know the specifics," Vivian's voice softened slightly.
"I see." Collin had no opinion on Niko anymore. In fact, he became even more interested in him. He had witnessed today how fast yet efficient Niko was at composing a song. Furthermore, Chantal needed a music producer to help her create an album. They needed Niko. The chemistry between Chantal's voice and Niko's melody was undeniable.
Ten minutes later, Chantal and Niko perfected the song. Niko talked to Chantal about controlling her voice around some parts of the chorus, and the young woman was surprised at how much it improved the song overall. Every small tweak he suggested seemed to elevate the music to another level, showing how deep his understanding of sound truly was.
"So, pay us. It costs $50 to rent the studio per hour, plus Niko's fee is $1,000 per hour. Also, he made a song for you. If you're going to use the song in the album, you'll either pay him $50,000 upfront or give him a share of the royalties," Vivian said. She delivered the words casually.
"Huh?" Collin and the two women were confused.
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
"You're here to rent the studio, right?"
"No, I mean, yeah, but that's not the main reason why we're here." Collin realized there might be a misunderstanding. He started to organize his words before it turned into a business argument.
"Then why are you here?" Vivian frowned. Business had been tough lately. She crossed her arms, her cigarette slowly puffing smoke.
"We're here to sign a deal with your record label."
"You want what?"
"We want your record label to work with my client," Collin explained more clearly. His tone became more formal, steady.
"Are you being serious right now? You want Moonrise Music to sign a deal with Chantal?" Vivian stared at the young but talented singer. She was confused because their record label wasn't even that famous or great. She felt like someone as talented as Chantal would be wasted under their label.
"Are you out of your mind?" she glared at Collin, her eyes flaring with disbelief.
"Excuse me?" Collin was taken aback.
"Chantal is someone who can reach the heights of Madunna and Jackson Mike, yet you're sabotaging her career. Look, I have a lot of connections in the industry. I can help you find a better record label." She was speaking to Chantal by the latter part of her speech. Her voice softened again, filled with genuine concern as she looked at her.
"I think we have to talk about this seriously," Collin recommended.
"Miss Vivian, I think your record label is promising," Chantal said sincerely. Her words made the room pause for a moment.
"Aww, thank you," Vivian smiled before glaring back at Collin.
"Chantal, Isabella, can you give me some time with Vivian to talk?" he turned to them.
"Okay."
Once they were gone, only Collin, Vivian, and Niko, who was currently groaning in pleasure, remained in the control room. The awkwardness was thick, yet Collin stayed composed, determined to make his case.
"I think I should start from the beginning. We're here because Lila recommended Moonrise Music. I've already met many record labels, and none of them satisfied me," Collin made it clear.
Most of the people he had talked to gave him bad vibes, and he couldn't entrust his client to their labels. He trusted his instinct. His gut feeling rarely failed him, it was the same instinct that had helped him throughout his career.
Vivian and Niko were different... Even though Niko was odd, Collin didn't find him bad or dangerous. As for Vivian, she was just a woman in her fifties. There was a kind of honesty in her tired eyes.
On top of that, Collin believed that Chantal and Niko working together on a music album would lead to Chantal's stardom. It wasn't just a baseless instinct, he trusted in the two's golden talents. Something about this partnership felt destined, a once-in-a-lifetime alignment that could define their futures.
"Let me make this clear, out of all the record labels you met, you want our company to handle your client?" She stared at Collin like something was wrong with him.
"That's right." He was honest. Even though this record label seemed shady, the way Vivian interacted with Chantal and Isabella was sincere. She didn't have hidden bad intentions. Furthermore, Collin couldn't let go of Niko.
Vivian narrowed her gaze while scrutinizing the talent agent in front of her. The tension between them filled the air, broken only by Niko's faint grunting in the background.
"Moonrise Music is owned by me, Niko, and Lila. It's an upstart record label created two years ago. We were supposed to launch a five-member boy band, but Velvet Harmony stole them to prevent our business," her voice carried bitterness.
"They stole your boy band?"
"Yes, the boy band paid all the damages and breach of contract fees. They believed they would have a better career if they signed with Velvet Harmony... Funny, because they disbanded after a failed debut."
"Since then, we've launched two more musicians. They had a great start, but they also left for other record labels," Vivian sighed. The disappointment was written all over her face, it was clear she'd been through too many broken promises.
"Niko is a great music producer, but because of his behavior, he offended some people. That's why they didn't like Moonrise Music," Vivian added. She looked at Niko for a brief moment.
"So I don't think you should sign Niko because it might implicate you. Furthermore, I will never let you sign him."
Vivian could see through his intentions. Her instincts were sharp, she had dealt with too many smooth-talking agents before.
"I talked to one of the executives of Velvet Harmony, and I didn't like how they proceed with business. I did my best to find a record label, but none of them satisfied me. I think Moonrise Music fits my client better," Collin said, ignoring her warning and focusing only on Chantal's future.
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No matter where you are, I will love you~
Even if you're not around, I will love you~
My love is yours truly~
Chantal sang it with emotion and hit a higher note this time. Her voice echoed within the recording room, trembling slightly with raw passion. When she sang the song for the fifth time, she realized that it had a certain beat that made her want to sing it again. She looked at Niko, who was still inhaling the scent of the coins with trembling eyes... She admitted that he was talented. His odd quirks didn't matter now.
Even Collin and Isabella were amazed. They were just watching the recording and listening to the song, but they couldn't help but sway with the rhythm. Collin's usually composed face softened, while Isabella unconsciously tapped her foot and mouthed the lyrics.
"Impressive. Niko is great at composing songs, but this is the first time I've met someone who can match his level aside from Jackson Mike," Vivian weakly muttered, but Collin heard what she said. Her tone carried genuine admiration.
"Niko composed a song for Jackson Mike?"
"That's right. You know Thrilled? Niko is the composer and music producer of that song."
"Really?"
Even though Collin could see that Niko had golden talents, he still found it hard to believe that he had worked with Jackson Mike.
"You don't believe me?" Vivian raised her brow.
"I mean, can you blame me?" He glanced at Niko, who was slightly shaking and clutching his coins while adjusting the music effects...
"I hope I'm not being offensive, but Niko... Is he on the spectrum?" Collin asked, and Vivian nodded.
"He is diagnosed, but I don't know the specifics," Vivian's voice softened slightly.
"I see." Collin had no opinion on Niko anymore. In fact, he became even more interested in him. He had witnessed today how fast yet efficient Niko was at composing a song. Furthermore, Chantal needed a music producer to help her create an album. They needed Niko. The chemistry between Chantal's voice and Niko's melody was undeniable.
Ten minutes later, Chantal and Niko perfected the song. Niko talked to Chantal about controlling her voice around some parts of the chorus, and the young woman was surprised at how much it improved the song overall. Every small tweak he suggested seemed to elevate the music to another level, showing how deep his understanding of sound truly was.
"So, pay us. It costs $50 to rent the studio per hour, plus Niko's fee is $1,000 per hour. Also, he made a song for you. If you're going to use the song in the album, you'll either pay him $50,000 upfront or give him a share of the royalties," Vivian said. She delivered the words casually.
"Huh?" Collin and the two women were confused.
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
"You're here to rent the studio, right?"
"No, I mean, yeah, but that's not the main reason why we're here." Collin realized there might be a misunderstanding. He started to organize his words before it turned into a business argument.
"Then why are you here?" Vivian frowned. Business had been tough lately. She crossed her arms, her cigarette slowly puffing smoke.
"We're here to sign a deal with your record label."
"You want what?"
"We want your record label to work with my client," Collin explained more clearly. His tone became more formal, steady.
"Are you being serious right now? You want Moonrise Music to sign a deal with Chantal?" Vivian stared at the young but talented singer. She was confused because their record label wasn't even that famous or great. She felt like someone as talented as Chantal would be wasted under their label.
"Are you out of your mind?" she glared at Collin, her eyes flaring with disbelief.
"Excuse me?" Collin was taken aback.
"Chantal is someone who can reach the heights of Madunna and Jackson Mike, yet you're sabotaging her career. Look, I have a lot of connections in the industry. I can help you find a better record label." She was speaking to Chantal by the latter part of her speech. Her voice softened again, filled with genuine concern as she looked at her.
"I think we have to talk about this seriously," Collin recommended.
"Miss Vivian, I think your record label is promising," Chantal said sincerely. Her words made the room pause for a moment.
"Aww, thank you," Vivian smiled before glaring back at Collin.
"Chantal, Isabella, can you give me some time with Vivian to talk?" he turned to them.
"Okay."
Once they were gone, only Collin, Vivian, and Niko, who was currently groaning in pleasure, remained in the control room. The awkwardness was thick, yet Collin stayed composed, determined to make his case.
"I think I should start from the beginning. We're here because Lila recommended Moonrise Music. I've already met many record labels, and none of them satisfied me," Collin made it clear.
Most of the people he had talked to gave him bad vibes, and he couldn't entrust his client to their labels. He trusted his instinct. His gut feeling rarely failed him, it was the same instinct that had helped him throughout his career.
Vivian and Niko were different... Even though Niko was odd, Collin didn't find him bad or dangerous. As for Vivian, she was just a woman in her fifties. There was a kind of honesty in her tired eyes.
On top of that, Collin believed that Chantal and Niko working together on a music album would lead to Chantal's stardom. It wasn't just a baseless instinct, he trusted in the two's golden talents. Something about this partnership felt destined, a once-in-a-lifetime alignment that could define their futures.
"Let me make this clear, out of all the record labels you met, you want our company to handle your client?" She stared at Collin like something was wrong with him.
"That's right." He was honest. Even though this record label seemed shady, the way Vivian interacted with Chantal and Isabella was sincere. She didn't have hidden bad intentions. Furthermore, Collin couldn't let go of Niko.
Vivian narrowed her gaze while scrutinizing the talent agent in front of her. The tension between them filled the air, broken only by Niko's faint grunting in the background.
"Moonrise Music is owned by me, Niko, and Lila. It's an upstart record label created two years ago. We were supposed to launch a five-member boy band, but Velvet Harmony stole them to prevent our business," her voice carried bitterness.
"They stole your boy band?"
"Yes, the boy band paid all the damages and breach of contract fees. They believed they would have a better career if they signed with Velvet Harmony... Funny, because they disbanded after a failed debut."
"Since then, we've launched two more musicians. They had a great start, but they also left for other record labels," Vivian sighed. The disappointment was written all over her face, it was clear she'd been through too many broken promises.
"Niko is a great music producer, but because of his behavior, he offended some people. That's why they didn't like Moonrise Music," Vivian added. She looked at Niko for a brief moment.
"So I don't think you should sign Niko because it might implicate you. Furthermore, I will never let you sign him."
Vivian could see through his intentions. Her instincts were sharp, she had dealt with too many smooth-talking agents before.
"I talked to one of the executives of Velvet Harmony, and I didn't like how they proceed with business. I did my best to find a record label, but none of them satisfied me. I think Moonrise Music fits my client better," Collin said, ignoring her warning and focusing only on Chantal's future.
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"You're trying to avoid what I said about Niko not being interested in signing a contract with you." Vivian was pissed.
"I thought we were talking about Chantal?" Collin's calm reply only seemed to irritate her further.
"You're shameless, do you know that?" Vivian's glare intensified, the corner of her mouth twitching in disbelief at his audacity.
"Thank you for the compliment." Collin had a shy expression.
"You're not great at acting."
"Yeah, that's why I didn't pursue acting despite my handsome appearance." He even struck an innocent face.
"Listen to me, Moonrise Music is just a small record label. We only have seven employees. We haven't made money for two years, and our account is in the red. I'm thinking of filing for bankruptcy. I'm even ashamed to meet Lila lately. You should find a better record label." Her tone revealed exhaustion.
"But what about Niko? Will he become a freelancer?" Collin curiously asked. This was one of his main reasons.
"This guy..." Vivian sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, clearly tired of Collin's persistence.
"I will not leave. I will stay in this studio my whole life." Niko joined their conversation for a moment before returning to smelling his coins like a child obsessed with his own world.
"Heh, you heard what he said." Vivian had a mocking expression.
"Let's say you signed Chantal. What are her chances of becoming a superstar?" Collin didn't care about her mocking and instead leaned closer.
"If that happens, we'll promote her album. I know people in major radio stations who can add her songs to their programs. I can also talk to Music Television Broadcast to promote her. Becoming famous is not that simple but I say she has at least 80%." She spoke quickly, her tone confident.
"Radio stations and MTB? You can do that?" Collin was shocked. He realized that Vivian might not be simple at all. MTB was a famous music channel in the country.
"Of course." She raised her chin with pride.
"But that's not the biggest issue," Vivian added after a moment of silence.
"What's the problem?"
"It's funds. This company has no money to promote Chantal. That's why I recommend you go to another record label instead." She sighed when saying that.
"Looking through your small studio, you're probably not lying." Collin glanced around.
"Are you making fun of me?"
"Of course not." His expression turned serious.
Collin started thinking about it seriously. Unlike other record labels, Moonrise Music had a talented music producer. That alone gave Chantal's debut album a higher chance of success.
Collin didn't want to leave, especially when he had struck gold. Why should he walk away when he'd found the best choice? He believed luck had brought him here, and leaving now would be like walking away from profit.
However, there was a problem, the funds. Suddenly, Collin had an idea that made him sit straight.
"I heard that a record label usually spends around $200,000 on a debut single. Is that right?"
"Yeah, I guess. It depends on how much the record label is willing to spend to make the artist famous." Vivian's answer came with a half-shrug.
"Then I'm willing to spend money," Collin answered firmly, his tone carrying a certainty that made Vivian lift her head in surprise.
"You want to invest in your client's debut single?"
"No." Collin grinned, and this time his grin wasn't playful, it was confident and calculated.
"I want to invest in Moonrise Music and become one of the shareholders."
Vivian was stunned. She didn't expect that answer, and for a long moment, she simply stared at him as if trying to figure out whether he was serious or joking. Collin was also hesitant with his decision, but he decided to trust himself. Later, he realized that owning a share of Moonrise Music became one of the best decisions he made in his entire life.
"... How much will you invest?" This time, Vivian became more serious. She was no longer talking to Collin as a stranger, she was talking to a potential business partner.
"$3 million, but I want 25% of the company." He raised three fingers and his voice was firm.
"Twenty-five percent!? Are you crazy!?" Her jaw dropped, she couldn't believe the nerve of this man.
"Hey, you're the one who said that Moonrise Music hasn't made a profit in the past two years. It's even a miracle if you valuate this company at $10 million. I'm being generous here."
"..." Vivian regretted what she said earlier. She was trapped by her own honesty.
"Vivian, based on what I see, you hate the fact that your boy band and two singers sabotaged you. So how about using this moment to prove yourself and make them regret it?"
"I have to talk to Lila and Niko first."
"No problem for me." Collin shrugged. He already expected it.
Vivian talked to Niko, and the guy agreed... Collin had no idea if Niko even understood what was happening, but the man's answer made it reassuring.
Vivian then went outside for a better signal to call Lila. The CEO of ANT was surprised that Collin was interested in investing in Moonrise Music. After thinking about it, Lila decided to invest more so that her shares wouldn't be diluted and to maintain her influence within the company.
Three days later, the four of them made a deal. Collin got 22% of the company's ownership after investing $3 million, while Lila kept her 25% shares after reinvesting.
Vivian's shares went down to 30%, but she still held the highest portion. Niko's shares also went down to 23%, though he seemed fine with that since he was more focused on music and smelling coins, than actual money.
On the same day, the four shareholders agreed to sign Chantal Beaumont and promote her album. This was one of the clauses Collin added to the contract before becoming a shareholder, a clause he insisted on, driven by his desire to secure Chantal's career.
'Since I can't entrust Chantal to a record label, how about I become part owner of the record label and protect her?'
Probably the best decision he made.
Lila Seraphina was still confused about Collin's decision, but she decided to trust him. So far, Collin hadn't suffered any major failures. His clients experienced scandals, but they were still standing strong with good careers.
Just like that, Chantal and Isabella became busy in the studio of Moonrise Music, together with Vivian and the other employees of the record label. Collin's workload finally lightened, and for the first time in weeks, he felt like the storm around him had begun to calm.
Moonrise Music paid Chantal $1 million as an advance payment, a staggering amount for a struggling company, but one they were willing to risk.
The contract went like this:
$1 million advance payment
20% royalty rate
5-album commitment from Moonrise Music
Complete tour support, with Moonrise Music receiving 50% of concert profits
50% profit from merchandise
If another record label saw this contract, they would find it absurd, especially since Moonrise Music would be the one spending money on the project. It was practically suicidal from a business standpoint. They were giving Chantal too much money!
Of course, Collin found it advantageous since he would earn from both sides. He would profit from Moonrise Music and also receive his 5% commissions and other transaction earnings from Chantal. Every success she achieved multiplied his gains.
In fact, Collin earned $50,000 when Chantal received her $1 million advance payment... though the money technically came from him.
He was confused why Lila let him proceed with this kind of deal because it looked predatory. But hey, the CEO of ANT was also a shareholder, so who cared? The future of Moonrise Music seemed promising, and for Collin, this marked the beginning of something bigger.
"You're trying to avoid what I said about Niko not being interested in signing a contract with you." Vivian was pissed.
"I thought we were talking about Chantal?" Collin's calm reply only seemed to irritate her further.
"You're shameless, do you know that?" Vivian's glare intensified, the corner of her mouth twitching in disbelief at his audacity.
"Thank you for the compliment." Collin had a shy expression.
"You're not great at acting."
"Yeah, that's why I didn't pursue acting despite my handsome appearance." He even struck an innocent face.
"Listen to me, Moonrise Music is just a small record label. We only have seven employees. We haven't made money for two years, and our account is in the red. I'm thinking of filing for bankruptcy. I'm even ashamed to meet Lila lately. You should find a better record label." Her tone revealed exhaustion.
"But what about Niko? Will he become a freelancer?" Collin curiously asked. This was one of his main reasons.
"This guy..." Vivian sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, clearly tired of Collin's persistence.
"I will not leave. I will stay in this studio my whole life." Niko joined their conversation for a moment before returning to smelling his coins like a child obsessed with his own world.
"Heh, you heard what he said." Vivian had a mocking expression.
"Let's say you signed Chantal. What are her chances of becoming a superstar?" Collin didn't care about her mocking and instead leaned closer.
"If that happens, we'll promote her album. I know people in major radio stations who can add her songs to their programs. I can also talk to Music Television Broadcast to promote her. Becoming famous is not that simple but I say she has at least 80%." She spoke quickly, her tone confident.
"Radio stations and MTB? You can do that?" Collin was shocked. He realized that Vivian might not be simple at all. MTB was a famous music channel in the country.
"Of course." She raised her chin with pride.
"But that's not the biggest issue," Vivian added after a moment of silence.
"What's the problem?"
"It's funds. This company has no money to promote Chantal. That's why I recommend you go to another record label instead." She sighed when saying that.
"Looking through your small studio, you're probably not lying." Collin glanced around.
"Are you making fun of me?"
"Of course not." His expression turned serious.
Collin started thinking about it seriously. Unlike other record labels, Moonrise Music had a talented music producer. That alone gave Chantal's debut album a higher chance of success.
Collin didn't want to leave, especially when he had struck gold. Why should he walk away when he'd found the best choice? He believed luck had brought him here, and leaving now would be like walking away from profit.
However, there was a problem, the funds. Suddenly, Collin had an idea that made him sit straight.
"I heard that a record label usually spends around $200,000 on a debut single. Is that right?"
"Yeah, I guess. It depends on how much the record label is willing to spend to make the artist famous." Vivian's answer came with a half-shrug.
"Then I'm willing to spend money," Collin answered firmly, his tone carrying a certainty that made Vivian lift her head in surprise.
"You want to invest in your client's debut single?"
"No." Collin grinned, and this time his grin wasn't playful, it was confident and calculated.
"I want to invest in Moonrise Music and become one of the shareholders."
Vivian was stunned. She didn't expect that answer, and for a long moment, she simply stared at him as if trying to figure out whether he was serious or joking. Collin was also hesitant with his decision, but he decided to trust himself. Later, he realized that owning a share of Moonrise Music became one of the best decisions he made in his entire life.
"... How much will you invest?" This time, Vivian became more serious. She was no longer talking to Collin as a stranger, she was talking to a potential business partner.
"$3 million, but I want 25% of the company." He raised three fingers and his voice was firm.
"Twenty-five percent!? Are you crazy!?" Her jaw dropped, she couldn't believe the nerve of this man.
"Hey, you're the one who said that Moonrise Music hasn't made a profit in the past two years. It's even a miracle if you valuate this company at $10 million. I'm being generous here."
"..." Vivian regretted what she said earlier. She was trapped by her own honesty.
"Vivian, based on what I see, you hate the fact that your boy band and two singers sabotaged you. So how about using this moment to prove yourself and make them regret it?"
"I have to talk to Lila and Niko first."
"No problem for me." Collin shrugged. He already expected it.
Vivian talked to Niko, and the guy agreed... Collin had no idea if Niko even understood what was happening, but the man's answer made it reassuring.
Vivian then went outside for a better signal to call Lila. The CEO of ANT was surprised that Collin was interested in investing in Moonrise Music. After thinking about it, Lila decided to invest more so that her shares wouldn't be diluted and to maintain her influence within the company.
Three days later, the four of them made a deal. Collin got 22% of the company's ownership after investing $3 million, while Lila kept her 25% shares after reinvesting.
Vivian's shares went down to 30%, but she still held the highest portion. Niko's shares also went down to 23%, though he seemed fine with that since he was more focused on music and smelling coins, than actual money.
On the same day, the four shareholders agreed to sign Chantal Beaumont and promote her album. This was one of the clauses Collin added to the contract before becoming a shareholder, a clause he insisted on, driven by his desire to secure Chantal's career.
'Since I can't entrust Chantal to a record label, how about I become part owner of the record label and protect her?'
Probably the best decision he made.
Lila Seraphina was still confused about Collin's decision, but she decided to trust him. So far, Collin hadn't suffered any major failures. His clients experienced scandals, but they were still standing strong with good careers.
Just like that, Chantal and Isabella became busy in the studio of Moonrise Music, together with Vivian and the other employees of the record label. Collin's workload finally lightened, and for the first time in weeks, he felt like the storm around him had begun to calm.
Moonrise Music paid Chantal $1 million as an advance payment, a staggering amount for a struggling company, but one they were willing to risk.
The contract went like this:
$1 million advance payment
20% royalty rate
5-album commitment from Moonrise Music
Complete tour support, with Moonrise Music receiving 50% of concert profits
50% profit from merchandise
If another record label saw this contract, they would find it absurd, especially since Moonrise Music would be the one spending money on the project. It was practically suicidal from a business standpoint. They were giving Chantal too much money!
Of course, Collin found it advantageous since he would earn from both sides. He would profit from Moonrise Music and also receive his 5% commissions and other transaction earnings from Chantal. Every success she achieved multiplied his gains.
In fact, Collin earned $50,000 when Chantal received her $1 million advance payment... though the money technically came from him.
He was confused why Lila let him proceed with this kind of deal because it looked predatory. But hey, the CEO of ANT was also a shareholder, so who cared? The future of Moonrise Music seemed promising, and for Collin, this marked the beginning of something bigger.
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"You are adorable and attractive. Please open your mouth," Paul Kim said to Chantal Beaumont as he adjusted his glasses.
The woman reluctantly opened her mouth, and Paul Kim nodded when he found nothing to criticize. Chantal's shoulders relaxed slightly, though her hands were still clasped nervously.
"You clearly brush your teeth every day."
"Y-Yes." Chantal stuttered as she stole a glance at Collin, who was sitting just a few meters away. Collin gave her a reassuring nod, arms crossed as he observed calmly. Even Isabella was standing outside, waiting for the results.
"Please smile."
Chantal smiled.
"No, I mean smile widely so I can see your front teeth."
Chantal followed the Asian man's command, showing her teeth. Her cheeks twitched slightly, but she forced herself to comply.
"Your right fang is crooked, you need to consult a dentist to fix that. For a singer, your appearance and smile are the most important things aside from your voice. As for your hair… Collin, what's the record label's plan for her?"
Paul Kim asked the talent agent.
"We're choosing between a young pop star or a sexy femme fatale," Collin answered. His brows furrowed, unsure which direction suited her more.
"Femme fatale? Her?" Paul Kim scoffed and looked at Chantal with judgmental eyes. He tilted his head and raised a skeptical brow. Paul Kim was gay, so he didn't find Chantal sexy or appealing in that way. Despite being in his fifties, Paul spent his life sucking hotdogs instead of eating clams… Well, you can't blame a person for their preference.
"Hey, Paul, don't bully my client." Collin frowned slightly.
"I'm not bullying her. Chantal is indeed adorable, but it's impossible for her to take the sexy bombshell route. She has a small ass and an almost non-existent chest."
Chantal became conscious of her chest. They were indeed small. Her arms instinctively folded over her chest as her cheeks flushed red.
"But I'm still young. They will grow," she weakly muttered while staring down. Her voice trembled with embarrassment.
"You have to wait at least five years then. For now, your sex appeal as a woman is non-existent. You can't attract men unless the men in question have very particular fetishes."
"That's hurtful."
"I'm just telling the truth," Paul replied without care. He shrugged casually and scribbled some notes.
"Hey Paul, chill. Chantal will be a famous singer."
"Alright, I trust you. I know you have a plan. In my opinion, Chantal definitely has a shot at being a superstar, but we have to plan her image. She has a nice face, and even her smile is fine, just needs a few fixes on her right fang. As for her breasts and ass, flat as fuck."
"You're destroying her confidence." Collin shot him a look of disbelief.
Collin shook his head. Paul Kim was the PR agent in the team he built. He was the one responsible for protecting Axel from the scandal. He also helped protect Jolyne Robs during the kidnapping case. Collin knew Paul was competent, but he was blunt. Paul's reputation in the agency was built on precision, not kindness.
"Overall, I have no problem with her appearance, and she is marketable. We can earn a lot of money from her," Paul said, analyzing her like a product.
"She's not an item."
"The only problem is…" Paul continued, ignoring Collin. "Her hair. We should straighten her hair."
"Huh? Why?" Chantal was alarmed. Her fingers instinctively touched her curly strands. She loved her curly, wavy hair.
"Because people prefer straight hair over curly hair."
"That's not true. Do you have any evidence to prove that?" Chantal's voice wavered between defiance and anxiety.
"Straight hair shows you're well-groomed and presentable. Curly hair is often stigmatized as messy and unprofessional. Girl, I've been in the industry longer than you. Do you know why many black actresses have straightened their hair lately? That's the beauty standard." Paul leaned back with authority.
"Curly hair might become a trend in a few years, but for now, you have to follow the usual style. Unless you want to try something different. But different is hardly accepted in this industry."
"If you don't want to straighten your hair, you can wear a wig instead, but that might be uncomfortable for you." Paul actually found her curly hair nice, but he had to think from a business perspective. His job as a PR agent was to plan and maintain a client's image. His eyes softened slightly, though his tone remained professional.
In Lawrence's case, Paul Kim and the PR team painted the actor as a gentle prince charming to the public. Only the people close to him knew that Lawrence was anything but that. He loved going to parties and going wild. It was the PR team that protected his image.
This was also their job for Axel and Jennifer. They defended Axel against his ex-wife's false accusations. They also made sure that Jennifer's foul mouth wouldn't be exposed to the public.
And now, Paul Kim knew straight hair was the preferred beauty standard of the era. As much as he liked curly hair, his duty as a PR agent came first.
"... I don't want to straighten my hair. I love my hair. I will use a wig instead." Chantal's voice was quiet yet firm, determination flickering in her eyes.
"Why don't we keep her curly hair? I think Chantal has the talent and charisma to pull it off. You still haven't heard her sing, so you have no idea how great she is," Collin added.
"Collin, thank you." Chantal smiled softly, grateful that her agent sided with her. She looked at Paul Kim, waiting for his decision.
"She can do that. But we are not sure if the audience will like it. I repeat, the beauty standard right now is straight hair, no matter the race." Paul sighed, tapping his pen lightly on the table.
The natural hair movement would happen in the 2010s, and before that, most women succumbed to the pressure of straightening their hair. The media was the main reason why straight hair was seen as the pinnacle of beauty.
"Anyway, my job here is done. I have to leave early. Collin, you have nothing to do, you'd better go home early."
"I have to drive these two women to their apartment." Collin replied.
"W-We will take a taxi," Chantal immediately replied. Her voice was too quick, as if hiding something. Her reaction made Paul shake his head. It seemed Chantal was not good at acting.
"Really?"
"Yes, Zara toured us around and helped us get to know Los Angeles better. We can take a taxi. You don't have to take care of us anymore."
"If you say so."
Collin easily believed her. He gave a small smile and nodded. The two young women had met Zara Lauren and got a chance to explore Los Angeles.
"You are adorable and attractive. Please open your mouth," Paul Kim said to Chantal Beaumont as he adjusted his glasses.
The woman reluctantly opened her mouth, and Paul Kim nodded when he found nothing to criticize. Chantal's shoulders relaxed slightly, though her hands were still clasped nervously.
"You clearly brush your teeth every day."
"Y-Yes." Chantal stuttered as she stole a glance at Collin, who was sitting just a few meters away. Collin gave her a reassuring nod, arms crossed as he observed calmly. Even Isabella was standing outside, waiting for the results.
"Please smile."
Chantal smiled.
"No, I mean smile widely so I can see your front teeth."
Chantal followed the Asian man's command, showing her teeth. Her cheeks twitched slightly, but she forced herself to comply.
"Your right fang is crooked, you need to consult a dentist to fix that. For a singer, your appearance and smile are the most important things aside from your voice. As for your hair… Collin, what's the record label's plan for her?"
Paul Kim asked the talent agent.
"We're choosing between a young pop star or a sexy femme fatale," Collin answered. His brows furrowed, unsure which direction suited her more.
"Femme fatale? Her?" Paul Kim scoffed and looked at Chantal with judgmental eyes. He tilted his head and raised a skeptical brow. Paul Kim was gay, so he didn't find Chantal sexy or appealing in that way. Despite being in his fifties, Paul spent his life sucking hotdogs instead of eating clams… Well, you can't blame a person for their preference.
"Hey, Paul, don't bully my client." Collin frowned slightly.
"I'm not bullying her. Chantal is indeed adorable, but it's impossible for her to take the sexy bombshell route. She has a small ass and an almost non-existent chest."
Chantal became conscious of her chest. They were indeed small. Her arms instinctively folded over her chest as her cheeks flushed red.
"But I'm still young. They will grow," she weakly muttered while staring down. Her voice trembled with embarrassment.
"You have to wait at least five years then. For now, your sex appeal as a woman is non-existent. You can't attract men unless the men in question have very particular fetishes."
"That's hurtful."
"I'm just telling the truth," Paul replied without care. He shrugged casually and scribbled some notes.
"Hey Paul, chill. Chantal will be a famous singer."
"Alright, I trust you. I know you have a plan. In my opinion, Chantal definitely has a shot at being a superstar, but we have to plan her image. She has a nice face, and even her smile is fine, just needs a few fixes on her right fang. As for her breasts and ass, flat as fuck."
"You're destroying her confidence." Collin shot him a look of disbelief.
Collin shook his head. Paul Kim was the PR agent in the team he built. He was the one responsible for protecting Axel from the scandal. He also helped protect Jolyne Robs during the kidnapping case. Collin knew Paul was competent, but he was blunt. Paul's reputation in the agency was built on precision, not kindness.
"Overall, I have no problem with her appearance, and she is marketable. We can earn a lot of money from her," Paul said, analyzing her like a product.
"She's not an item."
"The only problem is…" Paul continued, ignoring Collin. "Her hair. We should straighten her hair."
"Huh? Why?" Chantal was alarmed. Her fingers instinctively touched her curly strands. She loved her curly, wavy hair.
"Because people prefer straight hair over curly hair."
"That's not true. Do you have any evidence to prove that?" Chantal's voice wavered between defiance and anxiety.
"Straight hair shows you're well-groomed and presentable. Curly hair is often stigmatized as messy and unprofessional. Girl, I've been in the industry longer than you. Do you know why many black actresses have straightened their hair lately? That's the beauty standard." Paul leaned back with authority.
"Curly hair might become a trend in a few years, but for now, you have to follow the usual style. Unless you want to try something different. But different is hardly accepted in this industry."
"If you don't want to straighten your hair, you can wear a wig instead, but that might be uncomfortable for you." Paul actually found her curly hair nice, but he had to think from a business perspective. His job as a PR agent was to plan and maintain a client's image. His eyes softened slightly, though his tone remained professional.
In Lawrence's case, Paul Kim and the PR team painted the actor as a gentle prince charming to the public. Only the people close to him knew that Lawrence was anything but that. He loved going to parties and going wild. It was the PR team that protected his image.
This was also their job for Axel and Jennifer. They defended Axel against his ex-wife's false accusations. They also made sure that Jennifer's foul mouth wouldn't be exposed to the public.
And now, Paul Kim knew straight hair was the preferred beauty standard of the era. As much as he liked curly hair, his duty as a PR agent came first.
"... I don't want to straighten my hair. I love my hair. I will use a wig instead." Chantal's voice was quiet yet firm, determination flickering in her eyes.
"Why don't we keep her curly hair? I think Chantal has the talent and charisma to pull it off. You still haven't heard her sing, so you have no idea how great she is," Collin added.
"Collin, thank you." Chantal smiled softly, grateful that her agent sided with her. She looked at Paul Kim, waiting for his decision.
"She can do that. But we are not sure if the audience will like it. I repeat, the beauty standard right now is straight hair, no matter the race." Paul sighed, tapping his pen lightly on the table.
The natural hair movement would happen in the 2010s, and before that, most women succumbed to the pressure of straightening their hair. The media was the main reason why straight hair was seen as the pinnacle of beauty.
"Anyway, my job here is done. I have to leave early. Collin, you have nothing to do, you'd better go home early."
"I have to drive these two women to their apartment." Collin replied.
"W-We will take a taxi," Chantal immediately replied. Her voice was too quick, as if hiding something. Her reaction made Paul shake his head. It seemed Chantal was not good at acting.
"Really?"
"Yes, Zara toured us around and helped us get to know Los Angeles better. We can take a taxi. You don't have to take care of us anymore."
"If you say so."
Collin easily believed her. He gave a small smile and nodded. The two young women had met Zara Lauren and got a chance to explore Los Angeles.
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"Before I forget, Chantal, you should practice your English more. Once in a while, your accent is showing."
"I'll keep that in mind. Thank you, Mr. Kim."
"See you later." Paul waved his hand.
"We will."
Paul Kim left after that. He saw Isabella waiting outside and slightly bowed his head before walking away.
Collin talked to Chantal and Isabella and reminded them to call once they reached their apartment. His voice carried a tone of gentle authority. For a few months, Collin felt like he had become their parent.
When Collin left, Chantal and Isabella nodded at each other. They had no intention of going back to the apartment. A mischievous spark glimmered in their eyes.
Collin looked at his watch and realized that he had left work quite early today, which was great. He had been busy lately and often had to work late. His shoulders felt lighter at the idea of resting early.
It was fortunate that the apartment complex was close to the ANT headquarters. It only took him half an hour to reach the place despite the rush hour.
He yawned as he stepped into the elevator. Since he got home earlier, he might as well take this chance to sleep early. His mind was already imagining the comfort of his bed and the peace of an early night.
When he reached the apartment and opened the door, he was greeted by balloons and confetti. The sudden burst of color and sound surprised him, colorful ribbons, paper cuts, and cheerful faces filled his vision.
"Happy Birthday!"
The people cheered, voices overlapping with laughter and clapping hands.
"Huh?"
Collin was speechless as he saw people greeting him with "happy birthday." He found Aida and Evelyn wearing birthday hats, their smiles wide and bright.
"Happy birthday, Collin."
"...Now that I think about it, today is October 17. Today is my birthday."
Collin realized that it was his birthday today, hence the celebration. He lightly chuckled as he stepped into the apartment. He was still dazed but slowly smiling as the warmth of the moment sank in. Many of his friends and coworkers were present. He saw Jennifer, Axel, Wyatt, and Arnold. He also saw some strangers, perhaps Aida's college friends.
"Collin, wear your birthday hat." Aida grinned and passed him a goofy paper hat with the words "birthday celebrant" on it.
Collin shrugged and wore it, earning a round of applause and laughter from the guests. He found his seat in front of the birthday cake with his age on it. As of October 1998, Collin East was 28 years old. He blew out the candle, the small flame flickering out as everyone clapped.
"Who planned this party?"
"Me," Aida answered proudly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"I talked to Arnold and Jennifer. I said I wanted to surprise you. You never celebrate your birthday, so I felt like it should be different this year," she said.
"Your excuse is that celebrating a birthday is not for you," Arnold added with a teasing grin, holding his drink up as if to toast him.
Collin smiled slightly, feeling his heart swell with genuine gratitude.
"Thank you, guys. I appreciate it a lot."
Most of the guests were Collin's coworkers and clients. The party was not extravagant, just a simple one, but the air was filled with laughter, the aroma of food, and the warmth of friendship.
"Jolyne will show up later. She said she's on the way," Arnold said.
"You invited Jolyne?"
"Of course, dude. We saved her life."
"I guess so."
Aida was not surprised when she heard their conversation. She already knew that Jolyne Robs was Arnold's client. Of course, she also knew about the news that Collin had prevented the actress from being abducted. The headline had spread through entertainment tabloids for weeks. Aida and Evelyn were actually worried when they first heard the news.
As for Jennifer and Axel, Aida also knew about them. They were Collin's first clients. Axel was even invited to their Christmas Eve dinner. Aida also knew Wyatt as the comedy director who visited Collin at the hospital when he was confined.
"By the way, Lawrence Terrence will also show up. Zara Lauren will be with him. They were just stuck in traffic," Wyatt said while munching on a slice of pizza. He was getting chubbier lately.
Collin nodded.
"Huh?"
Unlike earlier when Aida was not surprised, she was dumbfounded when she heard that Lawrence Terrence would also show up.
Lawrence Terrence was one of the most famous actors over the past few years. Aida and her friends were his fans. Aida even had a poster of Lawrence Terrence in her room.
"Am I hearing it right? Lawrence Terrence?" Aida turned to Wyatt, her voice rising with disbelief.
"Lawrence is Collin's client. He will undoubtedly show up," Wyatt answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Aida stared at Collin, waiting for his excuse, her lips pursed in mock annoyance.
"What?" Collin asked.
"I just learned today that Lawrence Terrence is one of your clients. Why?"
"I mean, you didn't ask." He shrugged.
"What!? This is huge. Why didn't you tell me? If I knew, I would have asked for an autograph!" Aida pouted in disappointment, crossing her arms like a sulking child.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Aida moved fast to open it, her heart pounding with excitement, expecting a celebrity.
"Hello."
She smiled as she greeted them, expecting to see Jolyne Robs or Lawrence Terrence. However, instead of a superstar, the people at the door were an Asian man and two young women who were probably around her age, all dressed neatly and carrying small gift bags.
"Hi. We are here for Collin's birthday."
Isabella greeted her back with a polite smile.
"Y-Yeah." Aida's lips twitched, a bit embarrassed that she had expected someone else.
"No wonder you wanted me to go home early, you knew about this birthday party." Collin smiled at Chantal and the others.
"It's Arnold who told me," Paul Kim said, adjusting his glasses.
"As for you guys?" Collin asked Chantal and Isabella.
"Jennifer told us," they replied almost in unison.
After that interaction, Collin's birthday continued. The party music resumed, chatter filled the air, and plates clinked as food was served.
Jolyne Robs arrived later with her personal assistant, causing heads to turn.
Lawrence also showed up with his current girlfriend. Aida and her friends were so happy to see the actor that they squealed quietly and tried to act composed, though their eyes sparkled with excitement. Aside from Collin, only Lawrence was the handsome man at the party.
Anyway, Lawrence signed their autographs. In fact, all of Aida's friends received autographs from the celebrities present at the party. They realized that Aida's brother was not that simple. He was someone respected, with connections, and quietly influential. Based on their interaction, Collin had a high status.
The party went on. It was fortunate that their apartment was big enough to host a birthday party.
In the middle of the party, Collin received a call. He decided to excuse himself and answer it. He didn't recognize the number and thought it was a business call. His voice lowered as he stepped out to the quiet balcony, city lights flickering in the distance.
However, the voice on the phone was from a woman. Collin recognized it immediately. The familiar tone was...
"Collin, happy birthd—"
Collin immediately ended the call. His expression turned cold, he shoved the phone into his pocket.
"Who called you?" Evelyn curiously asked, noticing the sudden shift in his expression.
"It's nothing, Mom. It was a wrong call." Collin smiled again, forcing his usual calm demeanor, and decided to forget about what happened. He didn't want to worry his loved ones.
"Okay, have fun with your friends. The turkey I cook will be done at any moment. Happy birthday, son," Evelyn said, patting his arm affectionately.
"Thank you, Mom."
Collin hugged Evelyn. He was happy to have a family who loved him.
"Before I forget, Chantal, you should practice your English more. Once in a while, your accent is showing."
"I'll keep that in mind. Thank you, Mr. Kim."
"See you later." Paul waved his hand.
"We will."
Paul Kim left after that. He saw Isabella waiting outside and slightly bowed his head before walking away.
Collin talked to Chantal and Isabella and reminded them to call once they reached their apartment. His voice carried a tone of gentle authority. For a few months, Collin felt like he had become their parent.
When Collin left, Chantal and Isabella nodded at each other. They had no intention of going back to the apartment. A mischievous spark glimmered in their eyes.
Collin looked at his watch and realized that he had left work quite early today, which was great. He had been busy lately and often had to work late. His shoulders felt lighter at the idea of resting early.
It was fortunate that the apartment complex was close to the ANT headquarters. It only took him half an hour to reach the place despite the rush hour.
He yawned as he stepped into the elevator. Since he got home earlier, he might as well take this chance to sleep early. His mind was already imagining the comfort of his bed and the peace of an early night.
When he reached the apartment and opened the door, he was greeted by balloons and confetti. The sudden burst of color and sound surprised him, colorful ribbons, paper cuts, and cheerful faces filled his vision.
"Happy Birthday!"
The people cheered, voices overlapping with laughter and clapping hands.
"Huh?"
Collin was speechless as he saw people greeting him with "happy birthday." He found Aida and Evelyn wearing birthday hats, their smiles wide and bright.
"Happy birthday, Collin."
"...Now that I think about it, today is October 17. Today is my birthday."
Collin realized that it was his birthday today, hence the celebration. He lightly chuckled as he stepped into the apartment. He was still dazed but slowly smiling as the warmth of the moment sank in. Many of his friends and coworkers were present. He saw Jennifer, Axel, Wyatt, and Arnold. He also saw some strangers, perhaps Aida's college friends.
"Collin, wear your birthday hat." Aida grinned and passed him a goofy paper hat with the words "birthday celebrant" on it.
Collin shrugged and wore it, earning a round of applause and laughter from the guests. He found his seat in front of the birthday cake with his age on it. As of October 1998, Collin East was 28 years old. He blew out the candle, the small flame flickering out as everyone clapped.
"Who planned this party?"
"Me," Aida answered proudly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"I talked to Arnold and Jennifer. I said I wanted to surprise you. You never celebrate your birthday, so I felt like it should be different this year," she said.
"Your excuse is that celebrating a birthday is not for you," Arnold added with a teasing grin, holding his drink up as if to toast him.
Collin smiled slightly, feeling his heart swell with genuine gratitude.
"Thank you, guys. I appreciate it a lot."
Most of the guests were Collin's coworkers and clients. The party was not extravagant, just a simple one, but the air was filled with laughter, the aroma of food, and the warmth of friendship.
"Jolyne will show up later. She said she's on the way," Arnold said.
"You invited Jolyne?"
"Of course, dude. We saved her life."
"I guess so."
Aida was not surprised when she heard their conversation. She already knew that Jolyne Robs was Arnold's client. Of course, she also knew about the news that Collin had prevented the actress from being abducted. The headline had spread through entertainment tabloids for weeks. Aida and Evelyn were actually worried when they first heard the news.
As for Jennifer and Axel, Aida also knew about them. They were Collin's first clients. Axel was even invited to their Christmas Eve dinner. Aida also knew Wyatt as the comedy director who visited Collin at the hospital when he was confined.
"By the way, Lawrence Terrence will also show up. Zara Lauren will be with him. They were just stuck in traffic," Wyatt said while munching on a slice of pizza. He was getting chubbier lately.
Collin nodded.
"Huh?"
Unlike earlier when Aida was not surprised, she was dumbfounded when she heard that Lawrence Terrence would also show up.
Lawrence Terrence was one of the most famous actors over the past few years. Aida and her friends were his fans. Aida even had a poster of Lawrence Terrence in her room.
"Am I hearing it right? Lawrence Terrence?" Aida turned to Wyatt, her voice rising with disbelief.
"Lawrence is Collin's client. He will undoubtedly show up," Wyatt answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Aida stared at Collin, waiting for his excuse, her lips pursed in mock annoyance.
"What?" Collin asked.
"I just learned today that Lawrence Terrence is one of your clients. Why?"
"I mean, you didn't ask." He shrugged.
"What!? This is huge. Why didn't you tell me? If I knew, I would have asked for an autograph!" Aida pouted in disappointment, crossing her arms like a sulking child.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Aida moved fast to open it, her heart pounding with excitement, expecting a celebrity.
"Hello."
She smiled as she greeted them, expecting to see Jolyne Robs or Lawrence Terrence. However, instead of a superstar, the people at the door were an Asian man and two young women who were probably around her age, all dressed neatly and carrying small gift bags.
"Hi. We are here for Collin's birthday."
Isabella greeted her back with a polite smile.
"Y-Yeah." Aida's lips twitched, a bit embarrassed that she had expected someone else.
"No wonder you wanted me to go home early, you knew about this birthday party." Collin smiled at Chantal and the others.
"It's Arnold who told me," Paul Kim said, adjusting his glasses.
"As for you guys?" Collin asked Chantal and Isabella.
"Jennifer told us," they replied almost in unison.
After that interaction, Collin's birthday continued. The party music resumed, chatter filled the air, and plates clinked as food was served.
Jolyne Robs arrived later with her personal assistant, causing heads to turn.
Lawrence also showed up with his current girlfriend. Aida and her friends were so happy to see the actor that they squealed quietly and tried to act composed, though their eyes sparkled with excitement. Aside from Collin, only Lawrence was the handsome man at the party.
Anyway, Lawrence signed their autographs. In fact, all of Aida's friends received autographs from the celebrities present at the party. They realized that Aida's brother was not that simple. He was someone respected, with connections, and quietly influential. Based on their interaction, Collin had a high status.
The party went on. It was fortunate that their apartment was big enough to host a birthday party.
In the middle of the party, Collin received a call. He decided to excuse himself and answer it. He didn't recognize the number and thought it was a business call. His voice lowered as he stepped out to the quiet balcony, city lights flickering in the distance.
However, the voice on the phone was from a woman. Collin recognized it immediately. The familiar tone was...
"Collin, happy birthd—"
Collin immediately ended the call. His expression turned cold, he shoved the phone into his pocket.
"Who called you?" Evelyn curiously asked, noticing the sudden shift in his expression.
"It's nothing, Mom. It was a wrong call." Collin smiled again, forcing his usual calm demeanor, and decided to forget about what happened. He didn't want to worry his loved ones.
"Okay, have fun with your friends. The turkey I cook will be done at any moment. Happy birthday, son," Evelyn said, patting his arm affectionately.
"Thank you, Mom."
Collin hugged Evelyn. He was happy to have a family who loved him.
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"Oh my God, Aida! I can't believe your brother is hot! Tell me, is he single?"
A group of young women surrounded Aida, their eyes sparkling with mischief and excitement. They were eyeing two men at the party while sipping their drinks and whispering among themselves. Almost everyone who was invited to Collin's party was professional and made a good amount of money annually.
However, after many comparisons, the female students only deemed Collin and Lawrence attractive. Not even Axel, who was also a real actor, made their hearts skip a beat. Axel, with his stoic demeanor, broad shoulders, and tall stature, still failed to capture the fluttering hearts of the younger crowd.
Lawrence had an angelic appearance that made him look beautiful. His soft smile and gentle eyes exuded charm, almost ethereal. But Collin was different, he was more of a rough, handsome type, the kind of man who could make a woman melt. His chiseled jawline and confident posture gave off an irresistible masculine aura.
Furthermore, Collin seemed to be healthy and fit. He had firm muscles and was also tall. His well-built frame was perfect in their eyes.
So far, he had checked all of their preferences for a man.
Tall. He was the second tallest man at the party, next to Axel.
Handsome. No need for explanation. Collin was a model for a reason, his every move seemed effortlessly photogenic.
Rich. Being the talent agent of successful celebrities, Collin was clearly earning a lot of money.
Furthermore, he looked like a nice guy. He had this gentleness in him that made the young women squeal. His warm smile and polite manner made him even more charming in their eyes.
As for Lawrence, they were also interested in dating him, but they probably couldn't handle a famous actor like him. Besides, Lawrence was with his girlfriend, Zara Lauren. Zara stood gracefully beside him, a clear sign of their relationship. They couldn't find a chance to flirt with the actor.
Hence, their best pick was Collin East.
"Come on, this is not the right time to talk about that," Aida tried to dodge the question. She had no idea if Collin was dating anyone, but based on his daily lifestyle, he probably was not. He always seemed too busy to bother with romance, or maybe he was just private about it.
"Don't do this to us, we just want to know if your brother is single... Can we get his number?"
"First, I'm not sure if he's single. But he probably is. Second, no, I will not give you his contact number. You have to ask him personally."
"I knew you would say that." They giggled. One of them playfully nudged Aida while the others squealed quietly, glancing at Collin from afar.
"Aida, do you think it's possible for me to get signed by an agent? Your brother and his friend seem to be doing great. Are they interested in looking for an actress? Based on their clients' status, they are probably at the top of their agency."
One of the girls asked Aida. Some of the girls also listened curiously. They were also interested in getting into Hollywood and becoming celebrities. Perhaps Collin and Arnold could help them reach their dreams of becoming famous. The thought of fame sparkled in their wide eyes.
Aida sighed and answered their questions at best. However, there were some questions she couldn't answer. She regretted inviting her friends. Her friends were curious about her brother because they had heard that Collin was a talent agent.
And now, they realized that Collin was not a simple talent agent. His presence alone commanded quiet respect. He was someone important, someone successful.
The party ended, and the guests had to leave. Fortunately, Aida's friends behaved and didn't do anything scandalous. Thankfully, only a few cellphone brands around this era had cameras, and the quality was blurry, so no one took pictures.
"...We have to clean, huh," Aida muttered as she saw the place in disarray. Empty bottles, cups, paper plates, and crumbs were scattered all over the living room floor. Collin and Evelyn started cleaning the house, and Aida joined in.
"Collin, happy birthday," Aida greeted her brother. A soft smile appeared on her face despite her fatigue. This surprise party was worth it.
"Thank you." Collin had drunk a bit, so he forgot that Aida didn't like it whenever he patted her head.
"Stop patting my head!" Aida pouted, crossing her arms as Evelyn chuckled quietly in the background.
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In October and November, Lawrence and Axel focused on their projects.
Lawrence worked with Director Summerbelt for the second time. Since they already had experience working together, their interaction was much better. Lawrence trusted and respected Director Summerbelt because he acknowledged the director's talent.
Director Summerbelt also had the same sentiment. You couldn't hate an actor who always did his job perfectly. Whenever Lawrence was on screen, he stole the moment. The camera seemed to adore him. However, Director Summerbelt could see that the actor he had worked with a few years ago had changed.
Lawrence now had the aura of a superstar, and sometimes he did arrogant things. The once-humble actor now carried an air of superiority, subtle but undeniable. In fact, a fan had snuck into the studio just to get an autograph from Lawrence, and the actor didn't like it at all. He still signed the autograph, but he clearly didn't enjoy the interaction. His forced smile and stiff shoulders revealed his irritation.
Lawrence had reached the point in his career where he hated getting interrupted by fans. He also hated the fact that someone had snuck into the studio just to make a scene. He valued professionalism and privacy.
As for Axel, this tall actor had a tougher situation than Lawrence. Unlike Lawrence, who only had to memorize his lines, Axel had to participate in physical training. He had to practice stunts and action choreography.
Fortunately, Axel was a retired soldier, so physical training was nothing new to him. The production studio that cast him was satisfied when they realized that Axel could actually participate in the training with ease. His discipline and endurance impressed even the stunt coordinators. Of course, Axel had a stunt double to take his place if the action stunt was dangerous.
Because he was going to star in an action movie, Axel needed a stunt double. He was against having a stunt double for some dangerous scenes because he wanted to prove that he could do them himself. Collin had to convince him otherwise. The conversation was long and serious. Collin's calm yet firm tone eventually made Axel realize the risk he was taking. Collin said that if an accident happened, it could lead to the end of his career, or worse, his life. If he lost his job, then he would fail to provide for his son. If he lost his life, then his son would be lonely.
After thinking about it, Axel agreed and let the stunt double handle the dangerous stunts. He realized that his life was important. The stunt double resembled his body size so that it wouldn't look off in front of the camera.
As for Jennifer, she was still hosting The Singing Voice. She was also busy, but unlike a few years ago, when she felt jealous of others, she didn't feel bitter anymore. There was contentment in her eyes now whenever she stepped onto the brightly lit stage. Collin was right, she would find her place in this industry. She didn't regret stepping away from acting, especially when being the host of a famous singing competition earned her huge money. She even had brand deals lately. She was happy and thankful to Collin, who had found an opportunity for her. She owed him a lot.
"Oh my God, Aida! I can't believe your brother is hot! Tell me, is he single?"
A group of young women surrounded Aida, their eyes sparkling with mischief and excitement. They were eyeing two men at the party while sipping their drinks and whispering among themselves. Almost everyone who was invited to Collin's party was professional and made a good amount of money annually.
However, after many comparisons, the female students only deemed Collin and Lawrence attractive. Not even Axel, who was also a real actor, made their hearts skip a beat. Axel, with his stoic demeanor, broad shoulders, and tall stature, still failed to capture the fluttering hearts of the younger crowd.
Lawrence had an angelic appearance that made him look beautiful. His soft smile and gentle eyes exuded charm, almost ethereal. But Collin was different, he was more of a rough, handsome type, the kind of man who could make a woman melt. His chiseled jawline and confident posture gave off an irresistible masculine aura.
Furthermore, Collin seemed to be healthy and fit. He had firm muscles and was also tall. His well-built frame was perfect in their eyes.
So far, he had checked all of their preferences for a man.
Tall. He was the second tallest man at the party, next to Axel.
Handsome. No need for explanation. Collin was a model for a reason, his every move seemed effortlessly photogenic.
Rich. Being the talent agent of successful celebrities, Collin was clearly earning a lot of money.
Furthermore, he looked like a nice guy. He had this gentleness in him that made the young women squeal. His warm smile and polite manner made him even more charming in their eyes.
As for Lawrence, they were also interested in dating him, but they probably couldn't handle a famous actor like him. Besides, Lawrence was with his girlfriend, Zara Lauren. Zara stood gracefully beside him, a clear sign of their relationship. They couldn't find a chance to flirt with the actor.
Hence, their best pick was Collin East.
"Come on, this is not the right time to talk about that," Aida tried to dodge the question. She had no idea if Collin was dating anyone, but based on his daily lifestyle, he probably was not. He always seemed too busy to bother with romance, or maybe he was just private about it.
"Don't do this to us, we just want to know if your brother is single... Can we get his number?"
"First, I'm not sure if he's single. But he probably is. Second, no, I will not give you his contact number. You have to ask him personally."
"I knew you would say that." They giggled. One of them playfully nudged Aida while the others squealed quietly, glancing at Collin from afar.
"Aida, do you think it's possible for me to get signed by an agent? Your brother and his friend seem to be doing great. Are they interested in looking for an actress? Based on their clients' status, they are probably at the top of their agency."
One of the girls asked Aida. Some of the girls also listened curiously. They were also interested in getting into Hollywood and becoming celebrities. Perhaps Collin and Arnold could help them reach their dreams of becoming famous. The thought of fame sparkled in their wide eyes.
Aida sighed and answered their questions at best. However, there were some questions she couldn't answer. She regretted inviting her friends. Her friends were curious about her brother because they had heard that Collin was a talent agent.
And now, they realized that Collin was not a simple talent agent. His presence alone commanded quiet respect. He was someone important, someone successful.
The party ended, and the guests had to leave. Fortunately, Aida's friends behaved and didn't do anything scandalous. Thankfully, only a few cellphone brands around this era had cameras, and the quality was blurry, so no one took pictures.
"...We have to clean, huh," Aida muttered as she saw the place in disarray. Empty bottles, cups, paper plates, and crumbs were scattered all over the living room floor. Collin and Evelyn started cleaning the house, and Aida joined in.
"Collin, happy birthday," Aida greeted her brother. A soft smile appeared on her face despite her fatigue. This surprise party was worth it.
"Thank you." Collin had drunk a bit, so he forgot that Aida didn't like it whenever he patted her head.
"Stop patting my head!" Aida pouted, crossing her arms as Evelyn chuckled quietly in the background.
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In October and November, Lawrence and Axel focused on their projects.
Lawrence worked with Director Summerbelt for the second time. Since they already had experience working together, their interaction was much better. Lawrence trusted and respected Director Summerbelt because he acknowledged the director's talent.
Director Summerbelt also had the same sentiment. You couldn't hate an actor who always did his job perfectly. Whenever Lawrence was on screen, he stole the moment. The camera seemed to adore him. However, Director Summerbelt could see that the actor he had worked with a few years ago had changed.
Lawrence now had the aura of a superstar, and sometimes he did arrogant things. The once-humble actor now carried an air of superiority, subtle but undeniable. In fact, a fan had snuck into the studio just to get an autograph from Lawrence, and the actor didn't like it at all. He still signed the autograph, but he clearly didn't enjoy the interaction. His forced smile and stiff shoulders revealed his irritation.
Lawrence had reached the point in his career where he hated getting interrupted by fans. He also hated the fact that someone had snuck into the studio just to make a scene. He valued professionalism and privacy.
As for Axel, this tall actor had a tougher situation than Lawrence. Unlike Lawrence, who only had to memorize his lines, Axel had to participate in physical training. He had to practice stunts and action choreography.
Fortunately, Axel was a retired soldier, so physical training was nothing new to him. The production studio that cast him was satisfied when they realized that Axel could actually participate in the training with ease. His discipline and endurance impressed even the stunt coordinators. Of course, Axel had a stunt double to take his place if the action stunt was dangerous.
Because he was going to star in an action movie, Axel needed a stunt double. He was against having a stunt double for some dangerous scenes because he wanted to prove that he could do them himself. Collin had to convince him otherwise. The conversation was long and serious. Collin's calm yet firm tone eventually made Axel realize the risk he was taking. Collin said that if an accident happened, it could lead to the end of his career, or worse, his life. If he lost his job, then he would fail to provide for his son. If he lost his life, then his son would be lonely.
After thinking about it, Axel agreed and let the stunt double handle the dangerous stunts. He realized that his life was important. The stunt double resembled his body size so that it wouldn't look off in front of the camera.
As for Jennifer, she was still hosting The Singing Voice. She was also busy, but unlike a few years ago, when she felt jealous of others, she didn't feel bitter anymore. There was contentment in her eyes now whenever she stepped onto the brightly lit stage. Collin was right, she would find her place in this industry. She didn't regret stepping away from acting, especially when being the host of a famous singing competition earned her huge money. She even had brand deals lately. She was happy and thankful to Collin, who had found an opportunity for her. She owed him a lot.
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"You need sleep."
"Yes, doctor."
"You said you're done with your movie, right?"
"I finished editing the movie and I don't have to stay up all night anymore," Wyatt answered the doctor. His voice was hoarse, the kind that came from too much caffeine and too little rest.
"Wyatt, you have to listen to me. You need to take care of yourself and sleep at least eight hours at night."
"..."
Wyatt didn't answer. He shifted uneasily in his chair that couldn't contain his body, his tired eyes avoiding the doctor's gaze.
"Be honest with me," the doctor said as he put on his eyeglasses. He flipped through Wyatt's medical file, his brows furrowing as he studied the notes. "How long do you sleep every night?"
"Five..."
"I said be honest."
"Three hours."
"When do you sleep?" The doctor wrote in his notes.
"Four."
"A.M. or P.M.?"
"P.M."
"So you don't sleep at night?" The doctor frowned. He leaned back, pressing his pen against his temple, clearly frustrated.
"Yes..."
Wyatt gave a bitter smile and answered truthfully.
"Why?"
"I have to finish the post-production within the schedule. If I fail to do that, I will lose my remaining balance."
"And did you finish it in time?"
"Fortunately, yes."
Wyatt received his remaining balance, which was $7.5 million.
Collin secured a $15 million salary and a 10% North American box office share for Wyatt, and the director was happy about that. It was the biggest deal of his career, so naturally, he had to work hard.
"Wyatt, I have to be honest with you. If you keep living this way, you're not going to live long. It will be a miracle if you surpass the age of 50."
"..."
Wyatt had no idea what to say. His chest tightened with silent panic.
"First, you're fat. Last year, you were not in the obese bracket. You were just chubby. But now, your weight is 190 pounds. Last year, you were 140 pounds. You gained a lot of weight."
Wyatt felt guilty about that. To cope with the pressure of directing The Frightening Movie, he ate a lot.
"Second, you also smoke. You clearly want to destroy your lungs."
"..."
Wyatt looked down. Whenever he was stressed out, he smoked cigarettes. Lately, he realized that he was smoking a lot.
"Third, you lack sleep. Just like what I said earlier, sleep is important. You need at least eight hours."
"I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing? I can't force you to do what you don't like. However, I can tell you this, you will slowly kill yourself if you don't change your lifestyle. So far, there are no bad symptoms, but that won't last long."
"Doctor, what do I have to do?"
"It's fortunate that you're done with your job and can take a rest. Listen to me, you have to stop eating too much, especially unhealthy food. You also need to exercise and lose weight. And stop smoking. Cigarettes are never good for your body."
"...Is there an alternative?" Wyatt asked, feeling helpless. Sleeping eight hours a day was fine, but eating and smoking were things he enjoyed. Yes, he was now addicted to nicotine. As for exercising, he found it exhausting. Just the thought of jogging made his legs feel heavy.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" The doctor almost lost his patience.
"Wyatt, if you're looking for pills or shortcuts, you'll be disappointed. You don't want your family to lose you, right?"
"I understand now, doctor," Wyatt sighed in acceptance. "I'll try my best. In the next six months, I'll be a better man."
"That's the spirit." The doctor nodded, though his expression softened.
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December 7, 1998. The day of The Frightening Movie premiere. The street in front of the theater was alive with flashes of light and bustling energy. Banners lined the street, the movie's posters plastered on billboards.
Uni-versus Pictures promoted the movie aggressively, with posters, billboards, and trailers. The studio wanted the movie to be successful, especially since it cost $40 million to produce.
When Wyatt finished post-production in the first week of November, Uni-versus Pictures held a small screening and tested the movie with an audience. The results were mostly positive, the movie was funny. The test audience roared with laughter, some wiping tears from their eyes, a good omen for the release.
Since then, the studio had promoted the movie relentlessly. Every major city in the country displayed its posters.
Meanwhile, Face: Swap had ended its worldwide screening. The action movie grossed over $427 million, and Touchpebbles Pictures was satisfied with the result.
As for Bride Runaway, it also ended its worldwide screening in November, grossing $387 million at the box office.
Romance and action movies had clear differences, and their longevity in theaters also varied. Action movies usually had longer runs because they appealed to a broader audience, unlike romance films that primarily attracted female viewers.
So even though Bride Runaway was released in August compared to Face: Swap in May, Bride Runaway ended its run much faster.
Face: Swap stayed in theaters for eight months, while Bride Runaway lasted only five.
Still, it didn't matter. Why? Because both movies were under the same studio, Wash Dismay Studio. The two films earned huge amounts of money, marking a profitable year for the studio. The executives toasted champagne in celebration, laughing in relief after such success.
Axel and the other cast members of The Frightening Movie attended the red carpet event. Camera flashes surrounded them as they smiled and posed, while reporters shouted names across the barricades. Even Lawrence showed up as a guest since he had a cameo in the movie. He attended to support his girlfriend, Zara Lauren, standing proudly beside her and adjusting his tie as the cameras focused on them.
Unlike last time, when Axel was asked malicious questions, the interviewer from Uni-versus Pictures didn't ask anything disrespectful this time, which made him happy. The tension he'd carried into the event finally melted away.
After the red carpet, the cast watched the movie they had worked so hard on.
The Frightening Movie was a parody of horror films such as The Screams, I Know What You Fucking Did Last Summer, Halloween, Friday the 14th, and many more. Wyatt got the inspiration after watching several horror movies during his vacation.
On its first day of screening, December 7, 1998, Friday, The Frightening Movie grossed $13 million.
On the second day, Saturday, the comedy film made another $15 million.
On Sunday, it earned another $10 million.
The first weekend performance of The Frightening Movie grossed $38 million. Uni-versus Pictures was confident that working with Wyatt Bray for the second time was the right decision.
They were satisfied with the amount, especially since The Frightening Movie was R-rated and not suitable for all audiences. Yet despite that limitation, it grossed $38 million in its first three days. Critics also praised it, saying it was crude yet genuinely funny.
As for Wyatt, who directed the movie, he was currently gasping for air while walking on the treadmill... his sweat dripping onto the machine.
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"You need sleep."
"Yes, doctor."
"You said you're done with your movie, right?"
"I finished editing the movie and I don't have to stay up all night anymore," Wyatt answered the doctor. His voice was hoarse, the kind that came from too much caffeine and too little rest.
"Wyatt, you have to listen to me. You need to take care of yourself and sleep at least eight hours at night."
"..."
Wyatt didn't answer. He shifted uneasily in his chair that couldn't contain his body, his tired eyes avoiding the doctor's gaze.
"Be honest with me," the doctor said as he put on his eyeglasses. He flipped through Wyatt's medical file, his brows furrowing as he studied the notes. "How long do you sleep every night?"
"Five..."
"I said be honest."
"Three hours."
"When do you sleep?" The doctor wrote in his notes.
"Four."
"A.M. or P.M.?"
"P.M."
"So you don't sleep at night?" The doctor frowned. He leaned back, pressing his pen against his temple, clearly frustrated.
"Yes..."
Wyatt gave a bitter smile and answered truthfully.
"Why?"
"I have to finish the post-production within the schedule. If I fail to do that, I will lose my remaining balance."
"And did you finish it in time?"
"Fortunately, yes."
Wyatt received his remaining balance, which was $7.5 million.
Collin secured a $15 million salary and a 10% North American box office share for Wyatt, and the director was happy about that. It was the biggest deal of his career, so naturally, he had to work hard.
"Wyatt, I have to be honest with you. If you keep living this way, you're not going to live long. It will be a miracle if you surpass the age of 50."
"..."
Wyatt had no idea what to say. His chest tightened with silent panic.
"First, you're fat. Last year, you were not in the obese bracket. You were just chubby. But now, your weight is 190 pounds. Last year, you were 140 pounds. You gained a lot of weight."
Wyatt felt guilty about that. To cope with the pressure of directing The Frightening Movie, he ate a lot.
"Second, you also smoke. You clearly want to destroy your lungs."
"..."
Wyatt looked down. Whenever he was stressed out, he smoked cigarettes. Lately, he realized that he was smoking a lot.
"Third, you lack sleep. Just like what I said earlier, sleep is important. You need at least eight hours."
"I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing? I can't force you to do what you don't like. However, I can tell you this, you will slowly kill yourself if you don't change your lifestyle. So far, there are no bad symptoms, but that won't last long."
"Doctor, what do I have to do?"
"It's fortunate that you're done with your job and can take a rest. Listen to me, you have to stop eating too much, especially unhealthy food. You also need to exercise and lose weight. And stop smoking. Cigarettes are never good for your body."
"...Is there an alternative?" Wyatt asked, feeling helpless. Sleeping eight hours a day was fine, but eating and smoking were things he enjoyed. Yes, he was now addicted to nicotine. As for exercising, he found it exhausting. Just the thought of jogging made his legs feel heavy.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" The doctor almost lost his patience.
"Wyatt, if you're looking for pills or shortcuts, you'll be disappointed. You don't want your family to lose you, right?"
"I understand now, doctor," Wyatt sighed in acceptance. "I'll try my best. In the next six months, I'll be a better man."
"That's the spirit." The doctor nodded, though his expression softened.
.........
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...
December 7, 1998. The day of The Frightening Movie premiere. The street in front of the theater was alive with flashes of light and bustling energy. Banners lined the street, the movie's posters plastered on billboards.
Uni-versus Pictures promoted the movie aggressively, with posters, billboards, and trailers. The studio wanted the movie to be successful, especially since it cost $40 million to produce.
When Wyatt finished post-production in the first week of November, Uni-versus Pictures held a small screening and tested the movie with an audience. The results were mostly positive, the movie was funny. The test audience roared with laughter, some wiping tears from their eyes, a good omen for the release.
Since then, the studio had promoted the movie relentlessly. Every major city in the country displayed its posters.
Meanwhile, Face: Swap had ended its worldwide screening. The action movie grossed over $427 million, and Touchpebbles Pictures was satisfied with the result.
As for Bride Runaway, it also ended its worldwide screening in November, grossing $387 million at the box office.
Romance and action movies had clear differences, and their longevity in theaters also varied. Action movies usually had longer runs because they appealed to a broader audience, unlike romance films that primarily attracted female viewers.
So even though Bride Runaway was released in August compared to Face: Swap in May, Bride Runaway ended its run much faster.
Face: Swap stayed in theaters for eight months, while Bride Runaway lasted only five.
Still, it didn't matter. Why? Because both movies were under the same studio, Wash Dismay Studio. The two films earned huge amounts of money, marking a profitable year for the studio. The executives toasted champagne in celebration, laughing in relief after such success.
Axel and the other cast members of The Frightening Movie attended the red carpet event. Camera flashes surrounded them as they smiled and posed, while reporters shouted names across the barricades. Even Lawrence showed up as a guest since he had a cameo in the movie. He attended to support his girlfriend, Zara Lauren, standing proudly beside her and adjusting his tie as the cameras focused on them.
Unlike last time, when Axel was asked malicious questions, the interviewer from Uni-versus Pictures didn't ask anything disrespectful this time, which made him happy. The tension he'd carried into the event finally melted away.
After the red carpet, the cast watched the movie they had worked so hard on.
The Frightening Movie was a parody of horror films such as The Screams, I Know What You Fucking Did Last Summer, Halloween, Friday the 14th, and many more. Wyatt got the inspiration after watching several horror movies during his vacation.
On its first day of screening, December 7, 1998, Friday, The Frightening Movie grossed $13 million.
On the second day, Saturday, the comedy film made another $15 million.
On Sunday, it earned another $10 million.
The first weekend performance of The Frightening Movie grossed $38 million. Uni-versus Pictures was confident that working with Wyatt Bray for the second time was the right decision.
They were satisfied with the amount, especially since The Frightening Movie was R-rated and not suitable for all audiences. Yet despite that limitation, it grossed $38 million in its first three days. Critics also praised it, saying it was crude yet genuinely funny.
As for Wyatt, who directed the movie, he was currently gasping for air while walking on the treadmill... his sweat dripping onto the machine.
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"I'm surprised when you told me that you want to join me exercising in the gym."
Collin tapped Wyatt's shoulder as the fat guy was gasping for air, his cheeks flushed red and sweat trickled down his temples. He had just done a 15-minute "jog" on the treadmill, and that alone made him tired and sweaty. His breathing came out in short, heavy bursts, and his T-shirt clung to his round belly.
"The doctor told me that I have to take care of my health," Wyatt spoke between breaths.
"That's great then. I told you that your health is important, but you didn't listen to me. I guess hearing it from a professional made you understand how important it is."
Collin had reminded Wyatt many times to take care of himself, but Wyatt would always say yes without actually listening. He continued smoking and eating excessively. It was good that Wyatt was finally done with his movie and could rest at last.
"You've earned millions, you don't have to push yourself too hard. Just relax and have fun, but don't drown yourself in food and vices. You need self-control."
"I'll keep that in mind." Wyatt wiped his face with a towel. Just as Collin said, he wanted to take a vacation for at least three months. Perhaps traveling around the world would be a great idea. He had the money to do it anyway. He could meet different people. Besides... he might find a girlfriend in another country.
For some reason, the women he dated in the U.S. mostly wanted him for his money and status as a director. Perhaps he could find an amazing woman who could appreciate him in a foreign country. Another factor was that he was fat...
Well, that depended. If he went to a third-world country, the women there might act demure and proper, but they would still be interested in his money. It just depended on what poison Wyatt wanted to consume. Although women from third-world countries would indeed appreciate him better than Western women, or at least, that's what most people said.
Anyway, after resting and leaning on the cold metallic frame of the chair, Collin encouraged Wyatt to bench press, and the heavy clang of iron echoed softly across the gym.
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At the celebration party hosted by Uni-versus Pictures, Chantal and Isabella were mesmerized by the beauty of a Hollywood event. Their eyes were wide with awe as crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead and the sound of wealthy laughter and clinking glasses filled the air.
The two Frenchwomen had never experienced this kind of extravagance before. The glamour was intoxicating, yet intimidating. They were just simple people.
They saw Collin talking to the executives of Uni-versus Pictures and laughing along with them. His confident posture blended perfectly among them. Collin already knew most of the executives from the studio since this wasn't the first time they had worked together. He was simply strengthening the connections he had already built. Although he admitted that some of the topics they discussed weren't things he liked, the forced laughter on his face sometimes hid a faint grimace. Still, he laughed along.
"You know Shana from the TV Show Bitch You Ugly?"
"Of course, I remember her. She's hot."
"Hehe, I actually cracked her ass two years ago. She begged me to get her into the show and now she visits me once a month. I tell you this, she's a freak, she'll do anything. She do coprophilia."
"Damn, invite me sometime. Maybe I can put her in a movie after I put my dick in her mouth."
This kind of conversation happened most than people expected. At the end of the day, rich people didn't care. Besides, it was consensual.
This party was held to celebrate the success of The Frightening Movie, which had grossed $90 million as of December 22 at the North American box office. The revenue had already surpassed the movie's $40 million production cost, so naturally, Uni-versus Pictures wanted to celebrate.
Chantal and Isabella had watched the parody movie earlier. Some of the jokes didn't land well for them because they couldn't fully understand the references. But there were still bits that made them laugh, especially the scene where the slasher attacked a woman and stabbed her silicone breast. They burst into laughter, covering their mouths in embarrassment as people nearby turned their heads to look.
They also recognized some of the parodied scenes, like Screams and I Know What You Fucking Did Last Summer, which made it even funnier.
"Hey, guys, why are you so quiet? Come over here."
Zara spotted the two in the corner, drinking non-alcoholic beverages. They excitedly approached the French model, with whom they had become close after Zara toured them around Los Angeles. She had shown them beaches and cozy cafés where celebrities sometimes appeared.
"I don't understand why Collin invited you to this party," Zara said, raising an elegant brow as she swirled her champagne glass.
"He said that I must get used to this because I'll experience this kind of party once I become famous," Chantal answered, her accent less noticeable now.
"I guess that can work." Zara smiled and patted Chantal's curly hair.
Actually, Zara was a bit jealous of Chantal. Unlike her, who had to work hard and even resort to dating an actor just to get into this tough industry, Chantal had it easier. Based on what Zara observed, Collin made sure that his young client would be protected at all costs. Zara didn't have that. She knew that one mistake in this industry could lead to the end of her stardom. The thought made her chest tighten.
But Collin was different. This agent had many ways to help Chantal become famous.
'If Chantal failed to be a singer, Collin could help her transition to acting. If that didn't work, he could help her audition for The Singing Voice by using Jennifer Randon.'
Zara didn't know that Collin had no intention of transitioning Chantal to acting, because he believed that Chantal would never fail. She had the talent to make it big, especially when her debut single and album were composed by an amazing music producer, the kind who could turn even mumbling into a hit.
"So when are your songs going to be released? I'm excited to hear them on the radio," Zara teased, hiding the fact that she was jealous, her lips forming a polite smile.
"Next year, the first week of January. The record label also said that I have to film a music video for my debut single," Chantal said shyly.
"That's great. I hope you become famous." No one knew if Zara was being sincere or not. Isabella stayed quiet the whole time, staring at Zara with a knowing smile.
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Just like that, the holidays arrived, and most people took the chance to rest and go on vacation. The streets of Los Angeles glittered with Christmas lights. Collin asked Chantal and Isabella if they were interested in going back to Paris, but they wanted to stay in the U.S. They couldn't return without proving anything.
They agreed that they would only go back once Chantal became a singer, it became an unspoken promise between the two friends. Around this time, Isabella began to change. She started acting like Chantal's personal assistant, making sure her friend wasn't late for practices and taking care of her personal needs.
Even Collin didn't expect Isabella to adapt so quickly. He sometimes caught himself smiling quietly whenever he saw her managing things.
'...At least Isabella is not some kind of freeloader anymore,' he thought, nodding to himself.
Anyway, Collin's clients had a great time during the holidays. They spent the season with their families, except for Wyatt, who went to Japan and spent Christmas alone. He went to Akihabara to buy Gunpla and anime figures, he also visited maid cafés and soaplands...
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"I'm surprised when you told me that you want to join me exercising in the gym."
Collin tapped Wyatt's shoulder as the fat guy was gasping for air, his cheeks flushed red and sweat trickled down his temples. He had just done a 15-minute "jog" on the treadmill, and that alone made him tired and sweaty. His breathing came out in short, heavy bursts, and his T-shirt clung to his round belly.
"The doctor told me that I have to take care of my health," Wyatt spoke between breaths.
"That's great then. I told you that your health is important, but you didn't listen to me. I guess hearing it from a professional made you understand how important it is."
Collin had reminded Wyatt many times to take care of himself, but Wyatt would always say yes without actually listening. He continued smoking and eating excessively. It was good that Wyatt was finally done with his movie and could rest at last.
"You've earned millions, you don't have to push yourself too hard. Just relax and have fun, but don't drown yourself in food and vices. You need self-control."
"I'll keep that in mind." Wyatt wiped his face with a towel. Just as Collin said, he wanted to take a vacation for at least three months. Perhaps traveling around the world would be a great idea. He had the money to do it anyway. He could meet different people. Besides... he might find a girlfriend in another country.
For some reason, the women he dated in the U.S. mostly wanted him for his money and status as a director. Perhaps he could find an amazing woman who could appreciate him in a foreign country. Another factor was that he was fat...
Well, that depended. If he went to a third-world country, the women there might act demure and proper, but they would still be interested in his money. It just depended on what poison Wyatt wanted to consume. Although women from third-world countries would indeed appreciate him better than Western women, or at least, that's what most people said.
Anyway, after resting and leaning on the cold metallic frame of the chair, Collin encouraged Wyatt to bench press, and the heavy clang of iron echoed softly across the gym.
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At the celebration party hosted by Uni-versus Pictures, Chantal and Isabella were mesmerized by the beauty of a Hollywood event. Their eyes were wide with awe as crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead and the sound of wealthy laughter and clinking glasses filled the air.
The two Frenchwomen had never experienced this kind of extravagance before. The glamour was intoxicating, yet intimidating. They were just simple people.
They saw Collin talking to the executives of Uni-versus Pictures and laughing along with them. His confident posture blended perfectly among them. Collin already knew most of the executives from the studio since this wasn't the first time they had worked together. He was simply strengthening the connections he had already built. Although he admitted that some of the topics they discussed weren't things he liked, the forced laughter on his face sometimes hid a faint grimace. Still, he laughed along.
"You know Shana from the TV Show Bitch You Ugly?"
"Of course, I remember her. She's hot."
"Hehe, I actually cracked her ass two years ago. She begged me to get her into the show and now she visits me once a month. I tell you this, she's a freak, she'll do anything. She do coprophilia."
"Damn, invite me sometime. Maybe I can put her in a movie after I put my dick in her mouth."
This kind of conversation happened most than people expected. At the end of the day, rich people didn't care. Besides, it was consensual.
This party was held to celebrate the success of The Frightening Movie, which had grossed $90 million as of December 22 at the North American box office. The revenue had already surpassed the movie's $40 million production cost, so naturally, Uni-versus Pictures wanted to celebrate.
Chantal and Isabella had watched the parody movie earlier. Some of the jokes didn't land well for them because they couldn't fully understand the references. But there were still bits that made them laugh, especially the scene where the slasher attacked a woman and stabbed her silicone breast. They burst into laughter, covering their mouths in embarrassment as people nearby turned their heads to look.
They also recognized some of the parodied scenes, like Screams and I Know What You Fucking Did Last Summer, which made it even funnier.
"Hey, guys, why are you so quiet? Come over here."
Zara spotted the two in the corner, drinking non-alcoholic beverages. They excitedly approached the French model, with whom they had become close after Zara toured them around Los Angeles. She had shown them beaches and cozy cafés where celebrities sometimes appeared.
"I don't understand why Collin invited you to this party," Zara said, raising an elegant brow as she swirled her champagne glass.
"He said that I must get used to this because I'll experience this kind of party once I become famous," Chantal answered, her accent less noticeable now.
"I guess that can work." Zara smiled and patted Chantal's curly hair.
Actually, Zara was a bit jealous of Chantal. Unlike her, who had to work hard and even resort to dating an actor just to get into this tough industry, Chantal had it easier. Based on what Zara observed, Collin made sure that his young client would be protected at all costs. Zara didn't have that. She knew that one mistake in this industry could lead to the end of her stardom. The thought made her chest tighten.
But Collin was different. This agent had many ways to help Chantal become famous.
'If Chantal failed to be a singer, Collin could help her transition to acting. If that didn't work, he could help her audition for The Singing Voice by using Jennifer Randon.'
Zara didn't know that Collin had no intention of transitioning Chantal to acting, because he believed that Chantal would never fail. She had the talent to make it big, especially when her debut single and album were composed by an amazing music producer, the kind who could turn even mumbling into a hit.
"So when are your songs going to be released? I'm excited to hear them on the radio," Zara teased, hiding the fact that she was jealous, her lips forming a polite smile.
"Next year, the first week of January. The record label also said that I have to film a music video for my debut single," Chantal said shyly.
"That's great. I hope you become famous." No one knew if Zara was being sincere or not. Isabella stayed quiet the whole time, staring at Zara with a knowing smile.
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Just like that, the holidays arrived, and most people took the chance to rest and go on vacation. The streets of Los Angeles glittered with Christmas lights. Collin asked Chantal and Isabella if they were interested in going back to Paris, but they wanted to stay in the U.S. They couldn't return without proving anything.
They agreed that they would only go back once Chantal became a singer, it became an unspoken promise between the two friends. Around this time, Isabella began to change. She started acting like Chantal's personal assistant, making sure her friend wasn't late for practices and taking care of her personal needs.
Even Collin didn't expect Isabella to adapt so quickly. He sometimes caught himself smiling quietly whenever he saw her managing things.
'...At least Isabella is not some kind of freeloader anymore,' he thought, nodding to himself.
Anyway, Collin's clients had a great time during the holidays. They spent the season with their families, except for Wyatt, who went to Japan and spent Christmas alone. He went to Akihabara to buy Gunpla and anime figures, he also visited maid cafés and soaplands...
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Behind The Spotlight Chapter 144
Aida was staring at the black Porsche in front of her with wide eyes. The sunlight gleamed off the car's sleek surface, reflecting her stunned expression. She looked at Collin, then at the car, then at Collin again, then back at the car.
"This is my Christmas present?"
"Why? You don't like the color? I can contact the dealership if you want."
Collin had no idea why his sister was looking at him and the car back and forth, confused yet amused by her reaction.
"No, Collin, I mean, I said that I don't want a car."
"That's your excuse for three years now. Aida, you're getting older, and you need your own car. You can't rely on buses and taxis to take you everywhere."
"I know that... Thanks." She sighed in defeat, her shoulders slumping as she accepted her brother's insistence with a small smile.
"Why did you have to buy a Porsche though?"
"You don't want a Porsche? Then I'll take you to the dealership, where they have Lamborghini, Ferrari, and Mercedes-Benz. They're more expensive, but I can buy one for you." Collin pulled out his phone to contact the dealership, but Aida stopped him.
"No! You don't have to. I like it. No, I love it."
Aida didn't want her brother to spend more. She already felt guilty. She knew that Collin would buy anything if she asked. Collin was that type of guy.
"Thanks, Collin. Although I don't understand why you have to buy a Porsche. I'm fine with a less expensive car."
"But I don't want others to belittle you."
"No one is belittling me. Why do you think that I'm getting bullied?"
"I heard that the better the car, the more respect you'll get in college."
"... You have a point, but I'm not sure if respect is the right term. Some might just get jealous of me."
"If you want a simple car, then I can buy you one. Is it Toyuta, Hunda, or Furd? Just tell me."
"No, it's alright."
Aida didn't want her brother to spend more. As for this Porsche, it seemed that she had no choice but to use it. Fortunately, Aida knew how to drive and already had a license. Collin told her before that she should learn things that would help her in the long run.
Aida looked at the Toyuta Corrula from a distance, that was Collin's car. The modest car looked humble compared to the luxury Porsche, a clear reflection of Collin's practicality.
'I can't believe that he bought me a luxury car when his own car is plain and simple.'
As much as she wanted to berate her brother, she couldn't do it. Collin wouldn't listen to her anyway. If he wanted to pamper his loved ones, he would do so. That was just who he was, selfless to a fault.
'This is too much for a Christmas present.'
"Alright, let's show it to Mom."
"Wait, Collin... Now that I think about it, we can get a different color. I feel like the black car is too edgy for me. I'd prefer red or blue."
Collin smiled. He was relieved that his sister finally accepted his gift. It seemed that she had no problem with the Christmas present he gave her.
"Of course."
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Just like that, 1999 arrived. Fireworks exploded across the midnight sky. People embraced and cheered for a new beginning. They welcomed the new year with a positive outlook on the future. As tough as life could be, they were happy to be alive.
Moonrise Music had a singer who wanted to be a star. Collin was happy that he chose this record label to become Chantal's home. The record label might be small, but all of its resources were focused on his client.
On top of that, Collin had shares in the company, so he wanted it to be successful. If the record label earned money, Collin would also make money. His motivation was both profit and Chantal's stardom.
Vivian also proved that her promises weren't fake. It was true that she had connections to radio stations and music television programs. She said to them that her record label had a promising singer who could catch people's attention.
Furthermore, Niko was the music producer who spent most of his days in the recording studio inhaling the scent of coins... Anyway, this person was talented despite his oddity. The studio often echoed with his eccentric moans as he worked tirelessly on mixes.
After serious planning, the record label decided that Chantal should follow the pop star route for her style. Her target audience would be young people, with catchy pop beats and her charming voice.
Furthermore, the record label felt that her name, Chantal Beaumont, might not be easily accepted by Americans, especially her surname. It might be hard to pronounce.
"From now on, your name will be Princess Chantal," Vivian announced to her and the whole team.
"Princess Chantal?"
"Yes."
"Why the Princess though?" Isabella curiously asked.
"Because she's such a princess, and it perfectly describes her," Vivian answered, and Chantal felt shy about it.
Besides, Chantal's name starts with C and Collin's name also starts with C. The readers of this novel might get confused, so it's better to change her name to Princess Chantal... Ahem.
"I don't have a problem, but I want to keep my curly hair in exchange for that." Chantal was still fighting for her hair. She playfully ran her fingers through her curls, her eyes shining with determination.
"Who said something about your hair?"
"I thought you were going to make my hair straight?"
"Huh? No, we're not going to do that. Besides, I like your curly hair. It makes you look bubbly and sweet," Vivian said her opinion.
"Thank you, Vivian."
"Alright, let's start filming the music video. We must finish within a week since we're just renting the equipment. Chantal, just act natural."
"I will!"
As the filming started, Vivian was impressed with the woman's charisma. Under the bright studio lights, Chantal's confidence glowed. Her smile seemed to reach everyone on set. Now Vivian further realized that Collin had a great eye for signing clients.
'I heard that guy is called the hidden ace. I wonder how true that title is.'
Chantal's first music was a love song, obviously. It was heavily accompanied by piano and acoustic guitar, with rhythmic beats from the drums.
In the music video, Chantal was playing the piano in different locations. Sometimes the background was the beach, sometimes the green pasture, sometimes the bustling city. Each shot captured a different emotion, serenity by the sea, freedom in the open field, and hope amid the city lights.
Her debut single was called Love Everywhere, with lyrics that signified "wherever you are, I will always love you." It was composed and produced by Niko.
Everyone who was part of the creation of this music video was charmed by Chantal's voice. They couldn't forget the rhythm, the lyrics, and her unique tone. Even after the final note faded, her melody lingered in the air.
The song was stuck in their heads.
Behind The Spotlight Chapter 144
Aida was staring at the black Porsche in front of her with wide eyes. The sunlight gleamed off the car's sleek surface, reflecting her stunned expression. She looked at Collin, then at the car, then at Collin again, then back at the car.
"This is my Christmas present?"
"Why? You don't like the color? I can contact the dealership if you want."
Collin had no idea why his sister was looking at him and the car back and forth, confused yet amused by her reaction.
"No, Collin, I mean, I said that I don't want a car."
"That's your excuse for three years now. Aida, you're getting older, and you need your own car. You can't rely on buses and taxis to take you everywhere."
"I know that... Thanks." She sighed in defeat, her shoulders slumping as she accepted her brother's insistence with a small smile.
"Why did you have to buy a Porsche though?"
"You don't want a Porsche? Then I'll take you to the dealership, where they have Lamborghini, Ferrari, and Mercedes-Benz. They're more expensive, but I can buy one for you." Collin pulled out his phone to contact the dealership, but Aida stopped him.
"No! You don't have to. I like it. No, I love it."
Aida didn't want her brother to spend more. She already felt guilty. She knew that Collin would buy anything if she asked. Collin was that type of guy.
"Thanks, Collin. Although I don't understand why you have to buy a Porsche. I'm fine with a less expensive car."
"But I don't want others to belittle you."
"No one is belittling me. Why do you think that I'm getting bullied?"
"I heard that the better the car, the more respect you'll get in college."
"... You have a point, but I'm not sure if respect is the right term. Some might just get jealous of me."
"If you want a simple car, then I can buy you one. Is it Toyuta, Hunda, or Furd? Just tell me."
"No, it's alright."
Aida didn't want her brother to spend more. As for this Porsche, it seemed that she had no choice but to use it. Fortunately, Aida knew how to drive and already had a license. Collin told her before that she should learn things that would help her in the long run.
Aida looked at the Toyuta Corrula from a distance, that was Collin's car. The modest car looked humble compared to the luxury Porsche, a clear reflection of Collin's practicality.
'I can't believe that he bought me a luxury car when his own car is plain and simple.'
As much as she wanted to berate her brother, she couldn't do it. Collin wouldn't listen to her anyway. If he wanted to pamper his loved ones, he would do so. That was just who he was, selfless to a fault.
'This is too much for a Christmas present.'
"Alright, let's show it to Mom."
"Wait, Collin... Now that I think about it, we can get a different color. I feel like the black car is too edgy for me. I'd prefer red or blue."
Collin smiled. He was relieved that his sister finally accepted his gift. It seemed that she had no problem with the Christmas present he gave her.
"Of course."
.........
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...
Just like that, 1999 arrived. Fireworks exploded across the midnight sky. People embraced and cheered for a new beginning. They welcomed the new year with a positive outlook on the future. As tough as life could be, they were happy to be alive.
Moonrise Music had a singer who wanted to be a star. Collin was happy that he chose this record label to become Chantal's home. The record label might be small, but all of its resources were focused on his client.
On top of that, Collin had shares in the company, so he wanted it to be successful. If the record label earned money, Collin would also make money. His motivation was both profit and Chantal's stardom.
Vivian also proved that her promises weren't fake. It was true that she had connections to radio stations and music television programs. She said to them that her record label had a promising singer who could catch people's attention.
Furthermore, Niko was the music producer who spent most of his days in the recording studio inhaling the scent of coins... Anyway, this person was talented despite his oddity. The studio often echoed with his eccentric moans as he worked tirelessly on mixes.
After serious planning, the record label decided that Chantal should follow the pop star route for her style. Her target audience would be young people, with catchy pop beats and her charming voice.
Furthermore, the record label felt that her name, Chantal Beaumont, might not be easily accepted by Americans, especially her surname. It might be hard to pronounce.
"From now on, your name will be Princess Chantal," Vivian announced to her and the whole team.
"Princess Chantal?"
"Yes."
"Why the Princess though?" Isabella curiously asked.
"Because she's such a princess, and it perfectly describes her," Vivian answered, and Chantal felt shy about it.
Besides, Chantal's name starts with C and Collin's name also starts with C. The readers of this novel might get confused, so it's better to change her name to Princess Chantal... Ahem.
"I don't have a problem, but I want to keep my curly hair in exchange for that." Chantal was still fighting for her hair. She playfully ran her fingers through her curls, her eyes shining with determination.
"Who said something about your hair?"
"I thought you were going to make my hair straight?"
"Huh? No, we're not going to do that. Besides, I like your curly hair. It makes you look bubbly and sweet," Vivian said her opinion.
"Thank you, Vivian."
"Alright, let's start filming the music video. We must finish within a week since we're just renting the equipment. Chantal, just act natural."
"I will!"
As the filming started, Vivian was impressed with the woman's charisma. Under the bright studio lights, Chantal's confidence glowed. Her smile seemed to reach everyone on set. Now Vivian further realized that Collin had a great eye for signing clients.
'I heard that guy is called the hidden ace. I wonder how true that title is.'
Chantal's first music was a love song, obviously. It was heavily accompanied by piano and acoustic guitar, with rhythmic beats from the drums.
In the music video, Chantal was playing the piano in different locations. Sometimes the background was the beach, sometimes the green pasture, sometimes the bustling city. Each shot captured a different emotion, serenity by the sea, freedom in the open field, and hope amid the city lights.
Her debut single was called Love Everywhere, with lyrics that signified "wherever you are, I will always love you." It was composed and produced by Niko.
Everyone who was part of the creation of this music video was charmed by Chantal's voice. They couldn't forget the rhythm, the lyrics, and her unique tone. Even after the final note faded, her melody lingered in the air.
The song was stuck in their heads.
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Dylan pushed the pushcart to buy groceries. The metallic wheels squeaked softly against the polished floor. It had been years since he graduated from college, and his life was just average at best.
He found a cozy job that earned him $120 thousand every year, but even then, he didn't feel any fulfillment. There was always that dull emptiness that money couldn't fill. He came from a middle-class family, his family wasn't struggling, and he even had properties in his name that he inherited from his grandparents.
Overall, Dylan had a safety net even if he failed in his career.
"Should I choose Captain Crunch or Cheerios?" he muttered under his breath.
While choosing a cereal brand in the grocery store, Dylan recalled the reunion he had with his friends. Two months ago, back in November, Dylan, Bob, and their friends went together to watch The Frightening Movie, and it was hilarious. He could still remember the tears in his eyes from laughing too hard, the popcorn spilling from his lap, and the echoes of their laughter in the theater. They had fun watching the parody movie.
Ever since Director Wyatt Bray filmed his debut film The Accidental Wedding Crashers, Dylan and his friends had become fans of his filmography. His movies had that special charm, absurd yet clever, the kind that reminded Dylan of simpler, more carefree days. Whenever Wyatt Bray released a new movie, their friend group would set up a date to watch it together.
It became one of the few fun things Dylan experienced now that he had become an adult and a member of society, a tiny escape from the monotony of daily life. He realized that being an adult wasn't that simple. It was actually tough.
He missed being a young, dumb guy who watched movies with his friends every weekend. That was an important part of his college days.
While buying groceries, his ears caught a song playing from the store's radio. It was the first time he had heard it.
The piano and acoustic guitar were so melodious, soft yet rhythmic, but the thing that caught his attention the most was the voice. The singer had a soothing tone that made him feel relaxed despite being surrounded by busy shoppers. He felt like he was flying. The song was about love, and its rhythm made his head bob even though it wasn't a lively beat.
He looked around and suddenly felt like the world wasn't that bad. The harsh white lights of the store somehow felt warmer, the people less hurried. Living was amazing. He even noticed other customers listening to the song with smiles on their faces, a shared, quiet joy. The song affected everyone's emotions in a good way.
No matter where you are, I will love you~
Even if you're not around, I will love you~
My love is yours truly~
"Excuse me, do you know the name of this song?"
Once Dylan reached the cash register, he asked the female cashier about the title of the song playing in the background.
"I'm sorry, I also don't know. This is the first time I've heard this song. I have no idea who the singer is."
"Probably a new singer…" Dylan said. He was actually interested in the song. Maybe he could buy the album or something. He found himself tapping his fingers on the counter, still lost in the tune.
"Perhaps, but it's a nice song though."
"Yeah, it's amazing."
Dylan smiled and paid with his card, his thoughts still half-drifting in the melody.
Back in his car, Dylan couldn't help but sing the chorus.
"No matter where you are, I will love you~"
He was offbeat, but it didn't matter since he was alone in his car and no one was listening. Even when he reached his house, the song was still stuck in his head.
"… Damn, I feel like I'll go crazy if I can't hear the song again."
Fortunately, he had a radio he could listen to. He didn't know which station had played the song, so he just searched for one with no static noise, hoping they'd play the song, the song whose title he still didn't know.
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...
Vivian had worked in a huge record label in the 80s before the company's catalog was bought by Sonya Music, one of the biggest record labels in the world. Sonya was a company from Japan, but its influence was massive, from technology to music and movies, their logo alone symbolized dominance and prestige in the industry.
The record label dissolved after Sonya Music acquired the catalog, and Vivian had to look for another job. She worked at a radio station and later became one of the executives of Music Television, a famous TV network focused on music.
After accumulating years of experience, she decided to build her own record label, Moonrise Music. The name reflected her vision: a rise from the dark, like the moon. She also partnered with Niko, a man in his 40s who had a strange habit of inhaling the scent of coins, a quirk that most found disturbing, but Vivian had learned to laugh off. She'd known Niko a decade earlier, the guy had created some of the best songs of the era.
Despite being a talented music producer, Niko was blacklisted in the industry because of his strangeness. Rumors spread like wildfire, and in the music business, reputation often mattered more than genius.
The two gradually built their studio, but they were looking for investors. Vivian decided to talk to her young friend who was currently the CEO of Apex Network Talent. Vivian first met Lila at a formal event hosted by the billionaire Elijah Edward. She was surprised that the young woman would become one of the leaders of Hollywood.
Anyway, Vivian successfully secured an investment from Lila in exchange for company shares.
Moonrise Music later formed a boy band consisting of young, handsome men, but they broke their contract and signed with Velvet Harmony instead. Velvet offered them more money and a higher profit share, but it led them nowhere. The betrayal left Vivian bitter for months, despite the boy band's failure.
Moonrise Music tried to debut two more artists, but they were also obstructed.
Vivian knew the reason this was happening, it was related to Niko's situation. Niko, being the guy who loved smelling coins, had offended a rich man with wide connections.
But this time was different. Collin had talked to many record labels, and he didn't like any of them, signing to Moonrise Music instead.
When those record labels heard that Chantal had signed a contract with Moonrise Music, they contacted Collin, hoping to convince him to change his decision. They were ready to pay the damages as long as Chantal broke her contract with Moonrise Music, bribes disguised as business proposals.
Unfortunately, Collin didn't agree. Simply because he didn't like any of those record labels. Furthermore, he was a shareholder of Moonrise Music, and he wanted the company to succeed.
Vivian was happy when she found out about Collin's decision. It reignited her passion, someone believed in her vision. Since then, she promised that Chantal, no, Princess Chantal, would become a star.
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Dylan pushed the pushcart to buy groceries. The metallic wheels squeaked softly against the polished floor. It had been years since he graduated from college, and his life was just average at best.
He found a cozy job that earned him $120 thousand every year, but even then, he didn't feel any fulfillment. There was always that dull emptiness that money couldn't fill. He came from a middle-class family, his family wasn't struggling, and he even had properties in his name that he inherited from his grandparents.
Overall, Dylan had a safety net even if he failed in his career.
"Should I choose Captain Crunch or Cheerios?" he muttered under his breath.
While choosing a cereal brand in the grocery store, Dylan recalled the reunion he had with his friends. Two months ago, back in November, Dylan, Bob, and their friends went together to watch The Frightening Movie, and it was hilarious. He could still remember the tears in his eyes from laughing too hard, the popcorn spilling from his lap, and the echoes of their laughter in the theater. They had fun watching the parody movie.
Ever since Director Wyatt Bray filmed his debut film The Accidental Wedding Crashers, Dylan and his friends had become fans of his filmography. His movies had that special charm, absurd yet clever, the kind that reminded Dylan of simpler, more carefree days. Whenever Wyatt Bray released a new movie, their friend group would set up a date to watch it together.
It became one of the few fun things Dylan experienced now that he had become an adult and a member of society, a tiny escape from the monotony of daily life. He realized that being an adult wasn't that simple. It was actually tough.
He missed being a young, dumb guy who watched movies with his friends every weekend. That was an important part of his college days.
While buying groceries, his ears caught a song playing from the store's radio. It was the first time he had heard it.
The piano and acoustic guitar were so melodious, soft yet rhythmic, but the thing that caught his attention the most was the voice. The singer had a soothing tone that made him feel relaxed despite being surrounded by busy shoppers. He felt like he was flying. The song was about love, and its rhythm made his head bob even though it wasn't a lively beat.
He looked around and suddenly felt like the world wasn't that bad. The harsh white lights of the store somehow felt warmer, the people less hurried. Living was amazing. He even noticed other customers listening to the song with smiles on their faces, a shared, quiet joy. The song affected everyone's emotions in a good way.
No matter where you are, I will love you~
Even if you're not around, I will love you~
My love is yours truly~
"Excuse me, do you know the name of this song?"
Once Dylan reached the cash register, he asked the female cashier about the title of the song playing in the background.
"I'm sorry, I also don't know. This is the first time I've heard this song. I have no idea who the singer is."
"Probably a new singer…" Dylan said. He was actually interested in the song. Maybe he could buy the album or something. He found himself tapping his fingers on the counter, still lost in the tune.
"Perhaps, but it's a nice song though."
"Yeah, it's amazing."
Dylan smiled and paid with his card, his thoughts still half-drifting in the melody.
Back in his car, Dylan couldn't help but sing the chorus.
"No matter where you are, I will love you~"
He was offbeat, but it didn't matter since he was alone in his car and no one was listening. Even when he reached his house, the song was still stuck in his head.
"… Damn, I feel like I'll go crazy if I can't hear the song again."
Fortunately, he had a radio he could listen to. He didn't know which station had played the song, so he just searched for one with no static noise, hoping they'd play the song, the song whose title he still didn't know.
.........
......
...
Vivian had worked in a huge record label in the 80s before the company's catalog was bought by Sonya Music, one of the biggest record labels in the world. Sonya was a company from Japan, but its influence was massive, from technology to music and movies, their logo alone symbolized dominance and prestige in the industry.
The record label dissolved after Sonya Music acquired the catalog, and Vivian had to look for another job. She worked at a radio station and later became one of the executives of Music Television, a famous TV network focused on music.
After accumulating years of experience, she decided to build her own record label, Moonrise Music. The name reflected her vision: a rise from the dark, like the moon. She also partnered with Niko, a man in his 40s who had a strange habit of inhaling the scent of coins, a quirk that most found disturbing, but Vivian had learned to laugh off. She'd known Niko a decade earlier, the guy had created some of the best songs of the era.
Despite being a talented music producer, Niko was blacklisted in the industry because of his strangeness. Rumors spread like wildfire, and in the music business, reputation often mattered more than genius.
The two gradually built their studio, but they were looking for investors. Vivian decided to talk to her young friend who was currently the CEO of Apex Network Talent. Vivian first met Lila at a formal event hosted by the billionaire Elijah Edward. She was surprised that the young woman would become one of the leaders of Hollywood.
Anyway, Vivian successfully secured an investment from Lila in exchange for company shares.
Moonrise Music later formed a boy band consisting of young, handsome men, but they broke their contract and signed with Velvet Harmony instead. Velvet offered them more money and a higher profit share, but it led them nowhere. The betrayal left Vivian bitter for months, despite the boy band's failure.
Moonrise Music tried to debut two more artists, but they were also obstructed.
Vivian knew the reason this was happening, it was related to Niko's situation. Niko, being the guy who loved smelling coins, had offended a rich man with wide connections.
But this time was different. Collin had talked to many record labels, and he didn't like any of them, signing to Moonrise Music instead.
When those record labels heard that Chantal had signed a contract with Moonrise Music, they contacted Collin, hoping to convince him to change his decision. They were ready to pay the damages as long as Chantal broke her contract with Moonrise Music, bribes disguised as business proposals.
Unfortunately, Collin didn't agree. Simply because he didn't like any of those record labels. Furthermore, he was a shareholder of Moonrise Music, and he wanted the company to succeed.
Vivian was happy when she found out about Collin's decision. It reignited her passion, someone believed in her vision. Since then, she promised that Chantal, no, Princess Chantal, would become a star.
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This time, since the record labels could not make Collin budge with his decision, Princess Chantal's debut was smooth sailing.
Moonrise Music's opponents were the record labels, not the radio stations. Besides, Vivian had wide connections to radio stations, so she easily convinced them to let Princess Chantal's song be played on their stations. Her confident tone and persuasiveness over the phone made even the most stubborn DJs agree. She convinced two major radio stations and three local radio stations. As for Music Television, it was much easier, they agreed without hesitation, perhaps drawn by the name "Princess Chantal" itself.
However, these radio stations and Music Television only agreed to play the song once. If the song didn't attract attention and listeners didn't request replays, Moonrise Music had to pay these platforms to promote the single. The risk was high, but Vivian believed in Chantal's voice enough to take it. By the way, it was illegal to pay DJs to play a song, but it was a common thing in the 90s. Bribes always found their way...
Much to Vivian and the employees of Moonrise Music's delight, they didn't have to spend much on paying the DJs because they loved the single that Moonrise Music sent them. Some DJs even confessed over the phone that the melody had been stuck in their heads all day. Not only the DJs, even the listeners fell in love with Love Everywhere.
Since then, whenever listeners called the radio stations, they would ask the DJs to play Love Everywhere.
So far, only five radio stations had a disk or copy of the song, which was a disaster for other stations. They were in trouble because they couldn't provide the song their listeners were requesting.
Within the first and second week of January, listeners kept calling radio stations to play Love Everywhere, but the DJs could only say sorry, they didn't have a copy of the song. The Internet wasn't even a major thing in 1999, and it was almost impossible to pirate songs around this time. If someone wanted to hear a song, they had to wait for it to play again or buy it themselves.
Within those two weeks, the radio stations themselves contacted Moonrise Music. Of course, the record label happily obliged and sent them copies of the song for free. Boxes of cassettes, CDs, and vinyls were shipped overnight, the label's small office buzzing with excitement. Record labels usually sent vinyl copies of songs to radio stations for free because it was a win-win situation. As long as the song was played on the radio, it was automatically a promotion or advertisement.
Since then, almost every radio station in the country played Princess Chantal's debut single, Love Everywhere. The melody echoed in taxis, convenience stores, and cafes.
Furthermore, her music video, which Music Television replayed countless times, was loved by fans. Her radiant smile and graceful piano playing under different backgrounds, from the sea to scenic rooftops, made fans fall deeper in love. Her charisma as she played the piano in various locations charmed everyone.
Around the same time, Moonrise Music distributed CD, cassette, and vinyl copies of Princess Chantal's debut single to record stores, music sections of department stores, and even movie stores such as Blockbuster. Store shelves gleamed with her cover photo, Chantal in a flowing white dress, sitting before a grand piano bathed in soft light.
In the month of January, many people contracted a "disease" called Last Song Syndrome. It wasn't technically a disease, it was a term used when someone kept singing the last song they had heard. But this time was a bit different, almost everyone had Last Song Syndrome from a certain song. From young girls humming in hallways to old men whistling the tune while fixing their cars, the whole country seemed to sing one rhythm.
Princess Chantal didn't expect that she would become famous so quickly. Sometimes, she would stare at her reflection in the mirror, still unable to believe that the face she saw was the new darling of pop music. Just last month, she was a simple person. But when her debut single was released, her life turned around for the better.
But she also had to work hard. Moonrise Music managed her career, as Collin and Vivian had agreed. Collin and his team were only responsible for negotiating contracts, but Moonrise Music handled almost everything else.
Suddenly, Princess Chantal found herself performing on a famous talk show. The studio lights were blinding, and the audience's murmurs crashed against her nerves. It was fortunate that she knew how to play her song on the piano, so she didn't mess up.
Furthermore, Moonrise Music received calls from small venues that wanted Chantal to perform. From cozy lounges to small bars, her name was suddenly on everyone's booking list. Princess Chantal became so busy in January that she was almost overwhelmed.
Fortunately, Isabella was there to take care of her. Isabella prepared food and drinks and made sure she was present as always. That eased Princess Chantal a lot.
It was an overwhelming experience, but Princess Chantal didn't find it bad. In fact, she was so happy. She owed a lot to Collin, Isabella, Vivian, and even Niko. She was thankful for everything they did for her.
When February arrived, Moonrise Music tallied the sales of the single.
The single, Love Everywhere, sold 300,000 copies, with a huge portion from cassette tapes, followed by CDs and vinyls. The retail price of the single averaged four dollars. Posters of her album were seen everywhere, music shops, billboards, and even small record stands in the streets.
The retail sales totaled $1.7 million, and Moonrise Music earned $1.3 million from that.
Since Princess Chantal had already received a $1 million advance payment, she didn't get a share of that $1.3 million. She signed a 20% royalty contract, so she was supposed to earn $260,000.
Instead, her "loan" balance went down to $740,000. Once she paid all her balance, she could then earn her royalties.
By the way, Princess Chantal immediately paid her debt to Collin the moment she received the $1 million from the record label. Collin didn't expect her to be that prompt, but he accepted the money anyway.
Her success didn't stop there. Princess Chantal's debut single, Love Everywhere, reached the top 3 on the Billboard Hot 100 in January. That news shocked both her and the record label. When Vivian read the numbers out loud in the office, the room erupted into cheers and applause. They hadn't expected their standing on the Billboard chart to be that high.
On top of that, Love Everywhere also gained recognition in other countries. Her song even reached number one in France.
.........
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...
"Collin, are you sure you want to take all of your money? Think about it, how about you invest in other stocks instead?" Stan's brows furrowed, his tone carrying both concern and frustration.
Stan Gavin was disappointed when he heard that Collin didn't want to reinvest his money. For Gavin to earn commission, he had to convince his clients to invest their money in stocks. That was where his income came from. He tapped his pen against the desk, clearly agitated.
This year, Collin didn't plan to invest in any stocks. In fact, it was the opposite, he wanted to pull his investment.
"I heard that the internet bubble might burst, and I don't want my money to disappear. I don't want to be greedy. I think it's the best time to take all of my earnings and invest them differently instead. I'm thinking of buying a house in Beverly Hills," Collin replied. His tone was calm but firm.
He had been earning quite a huge amount of money, and he felt like it was time to buy something for himself. This time, he wanted to buy a house with a nice pool, a place where he could relax whenever he wanted to. A place where his mother and sister could swim if they felt bored.
The apartment complex his family lived in had a rooftop pool, but other people could also use it. This time, Collin wanted a pool just for his family.
This time, since the record labels could not make Collin budge with his decision, Princess Chantal's debut was smooth sailing.
Moonrise Music's opponents were the record labels, not the radio stations. Besides, Vivian had wide connections to radio stations, so she easily convinced them to let Princess Chantal's song be played on their stations. Her confident tone and persuasiveness over the phone made even the most stubborn DJs agree. She convinced two major radio stations and three local radio stations. As for Music Television, it was much easier, they agreed without hesitation, perhaps drawn by the name "Princess Chantal" itself.
However, these radio stations and Music Television only agreed to play the song once. If the song didn't attract attention and listeners didn't request replays, Moonrise Music had to pay these platforms to promote the single. The risk was high, but Vivian believed in Chantal's voice enough to take it. By the way, it was illegal to pay DJs to play a song, but it was a common thing in the 90s. Bribes always found their way...
Much to Vivian and the employees of Moonrise Music's delight, they didn't have to spend much on paying the DJs because they loved the single that Moonrise Music sent them. Some DJs even confessed over the phone that the melody had been stuck in their heads all day. Not only the DJs, even the listeners fell in love with Love Everywhere.
Since then, whenever listeners called the radio stations, they would ask the DJs to play Love Everywhere.
So far, only five radio stations had a disk or copy of the song, which was a disaster for other stations. They were in trouble because they couldn't provide the song their listeners were requesting.
Within the first and second week of January, listeners kept calling radio stations to play Love Everywhere, but the DJs could only say sorry, they didn't have a copy of the song. The Internet wasn't even a major thing in 1999, and it was almost impossible to pirate songs around this time. If someone wanted to hear a song, they had to wait for it to play again or buy it themselves.
Within those two weeks, the radio stations themselves contacted Moonrise Music. Of course, the record label happily obliged and sent them copies of the song for free. Boxes of cassettes, CDs, and vinyls were shipped overnight, the label's small office buzzing with excitement. Record labels usually sent vinyl copies of songs to radio stations for free because it was a win-win situation. As long as the song was played on the radio, it was automatically a promotion or advertisement.
Since then, almost every radio station in the country played Princess Chantal's debut single, Love Everywhere. The melody echoed in taxis, convenience stores, and cafes.
Furthermore, her music video, which Music Television replayed countless times, was loved by fans. Her radiant smile and graceful piano playing under different backgrounds, from the sea to scenic rooftops, made fans fall deeper in love. Her charisma as she played the piano in various locations charmed everyone.
Around the same time, Moonrise Music distributed CD, cassette, and vinyl copies of Princess Chantal's debut single to record stores, music sections of department stores, and even movie stores such as Blockbuster. Store shelves gleamed with her cover photo, Chantal in a flowing white dress, sitting before a grand piano bathed in soft light.
In the month of January, many people contracted a "disease" called Last Song Syndrome. It wasn't technically a disease, it was a term used when someone kept singing the last song they had heard. But this time was a bit different, almost everyone had Last Song Syndrome from a certain song. From young girls humming in hallways to old men whistling the tune while fixing their cars, the whole country seemed to sing one rhythm.
Princess Chantal didn't expect that she would become famous so quickly. Sometimes, she would stare at her reflection in the mirror, still unable to believe that the face she saw was the new darling of pop music. Just last month, she was a simple person. But when her debut single was released, her life turned around for the better.
But she also had to work hard. Moonrise Music managed her career, as Collin and Vivian had agreed. Collin and his team were only responsible for negotiating contracts, but Moonrise Music handled almost everything else.
Suddenly, Princess Chantal found herself performing on a famous talk show. The studio lights were blinding, and the audience's murmurs crashed against her nerves. It was fortunate that she knew how to play her song on the piano, so she didn't mess up.
Furthermore, Moonrise Music received calls from small venues that wanted Chantal to perform. From cozy lounges to small bars, her name was suddenly on everyone's booking list. Princess Chantal became so busy in January that she was almost overwhelmed.
Fortunately, Isabella was there to take care of her. Isabella prepared food and drinks and made sure she was present as always. That eased Princess Chantal a lot.
It was an overwhelming experience, but Princess Chantal didn't find it bad. In fact, she was so happy. She owed a lot to Collin, Isabella, Vivian, and even Niko. She was thankful for everything they did for her.
When February arrived, Moonrise Music tallied the sales of the single.
The single, Love Everywhere, sold 300,000 copies, with a huge portion from cassette tapes, followed by CDs and vinyls. The retail price of the single averaged four dollars. Posters of her album were seen everywhere, music shops, billboards, and even small record stands in the streets.
The retail sales totaled $1.7 million, and Moonrise Music earned $1.3 million from that.
Since Princess Chantal had already received a $1 million advance payment, she didn't get a share of that $1.3 million. She signed a 20% royalty contract, so she was supposed to earn $260,000.
Instead, her "loan" balance went down to $740,000. Once she paid all her balance, she could then earn her royalties.
By the way, Princess Chantal immediately paid her debt to Collin the moment she received the $1 million from the record label. Collin didn't expect her to be that prompt, but he accepted the money anyway.
Her success didn't stop there. Princess Chantal's debut single, Love Everywhere, reached the top 3 on the Billboard Hot 100 in January. That news shocked both her and the record label. When Vivian read the numbers out loud in the office, the room erupted into cheers and applause. They hadn't expected their standing on the Billboard chart to be that high.
On top of that, Love Everywhere also gained recognition in other countries. Her song even reached number one in France.
.........
......
...
"Collin, are you sure you want to take all of your money? Think about it, how about you invest in other stocks instead?" Stan's brows furrowed, his tone carrying both concern and frustration.
Stan Gavin was disappointed when he heard that Collin didn't want to reinvest his money. For Gavin to earn commission, he had to convince his clients to invest their money in stocks. That was where his income came from. He tapped his pen against the desk, clearly agitated.
This year, Collin didn't plan to invest in any stocks. In fact, it was the opposite, he wanted to pull his investment.
"I heard that the internet bubble might burst, and I don't want my money to disappear. I don't want to be greedy. I think it's the best time to take all of my earnings and invest them differently instead. I'm thinking of buying a house in Beverly Hills," Collin replied. His tone was calm but firm.
He had been earning quite a huge amount of money, and he felt like it was time to buy something for himself. This time, he wanted to buy a house with a nice pool, a place where he could relax whenever he wanted to. A place where his mother and sister could swim if they felt bored.
The apartment complex his family lived in had a rooftop pool, but other people could also use it. This time, Collin wanted a pool just for his family.
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"The dot-com list is indeed like a bubble that can burst, but it doesn't mean it will pop in 1999. Collin, how about investing more instead? I can assure you, you will earn more money." Stan's voice was calm but carried a hint of desperation.
Stan Gavin wouldn't earn anything from a client cashing out. He earned his commission only if his clients bought stocks. Collin was one of Stan's biggest clients, bringing him a generous profit every year.
However, if Collin completely cashed out his investments, this might be the last time Stan would ever see him again. The thought made Stan's chest tighten. Losing a high-value client like Collin meant losing a steady stream of income.
"I know how to analyze the stock market. The bubble burst won't happen in 1999. The internet industry is a promising market, you don't have to worry," Stan tried to convince him. He forced a confident smile, though his eyes briefly glanced toward the computer screen flashing volatile stock charts.
"But what if the bubble bursts and I lose all of my money? Stan, I'm going to cash out my investment before that happens and buy a property instead. At least a property won't disappear even if the market crashes."
Collin could see through Stan. He knew the man relied on commissions, he could practically feel his anxiety.
"Don't worry, I'll consult you if I'm interested in buying stocks again," he said to comfort him. A small, polite smile appeared on his lips, one that offered reassurance but no real promise.
Left with no choice, Stan Gavin showed him the growth of his investments. He sighed quietly, then pulled a printed report from a folder.
Collin was surprised, his stocks were worth $69 million! His eyes widened slightly as he flipped through the pages, his pulse quickening.
Macrosoft: $7.2M × 134.6% ≈ $9.691M gain
Cisko: $6.3M × 20.1% ≈ $1.266M gain
Intelligence: $5.1M × 38.2% ≈ $1.948M gain
Database Giant: $5.1M × 650% ≈ $33.15M gain
He checked each stock carefully and found that the biggest factor was Database Giant! A 650% increase in stock price had turned his $5 million into $33 million. His heart skipped a beat. He leaned back in his chair, stunned by the sheer growth of his investment.
His hands slightly trembled as he read the documents, the crisp paper crinkling between his fingers. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips, a mix of disbelief and satisfaction.
Last year, back in January 1998, his stocks were worth $23 million. Yet now, a year later, his investment had grown to $69 million. The realization sank in, and a quiet sense of accomplishment filled his chest.
Now that he had confirmed how much money he had, Collin became more determined to cash out. He didn't want his fortune to be wiped out by the upcoming bubble burst. He didn't know every detail about the stock market, but he was knowledgeable enough to understand that his stocks would be badly affected once the bubble popped.
In his opinion, it was better to buy a house than to keep his money in volatile stocks. Real estate, at least, was something he could see and touch, solid and dependable, not a line on a screen that could vanish overnight.
'If I remember it right, I only invested $8 million in these stocks initially. I can't believe they increased to $69 million.' His mind replayed the moment he first made that investment, full of uncertainty. Now, seeing the results, he couldn't help but feel proud of his younger self.
As for the taxes... Collin had no choice but to play along. He just told himself that he was helping his country. He brainwashed himself into believing that his taxes would fund public infrastructure instead of going into politicians' pockets. Anyway, the accountant on his team would handle everything, he'd just pay her. He chuckled softly to himself, at least he could pretend his taxes built something useful.
Once the money was transferred to his bank account, Collin bid farewell to the investment firm. He extended a hand toward Stan, whose forced smile barely hid his disappointment. As for seeing Stan Gavin again, only fate could decide that.
.........
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...
"Ouch, why did you pinch me?" Collin flinched, rubbing his shoulder with a frown.
"I'm trying to absorb some of your luck."
"By pinching me?"
"By pinching you."
Arnold nodded while Collin rubbed the sore spot on his shoulder. Arnold grinned mischievously.
"I'm going to talk to HR and tell them that you harassed me."
"Harassed you? I just want to absorb your luck."
"That's it, you'll have to explain yourself to HR." Collin stood up to leave his new office. He grabbed a few documents and straightened his tie, pretending to look serious. Yes, the new office, Collin's office, was now on the 7th floor, and it was much larger. Furthermore, his secretary had a smaller office next to his, a sign of his promotion and growing influence in the agency.
His status in the agency had improved, which was exactly why Arnold decided to pinch him, hoping to "absorb" some of his luck.
"Hey, why are you taking my joke seriously? Come on, sit down. I came here because I got some news that might interest you."
Collin narrowed his eyes and returned to his seat. He leaned back slightly, curiosity flickering in his gaze.
"Don't pinch me again. I prefer it if a woman pinches me instead of a guy like you. Besides, what luck are you talking about? I'm not a lucky charm."
"Considering that you're moving up fast, I think you're lucky. Give me some of your luck."
"You sound gay right now."
"No homo."
"Nah, that statement won't save you. You're gay. You just wanted to pinch me because you're gay."
"If I'm gay, I wouldn't have fucked Jolyne."
"Damn, you did what?" Collin didn't expect Arnold to brag about that. His eyes widened in disbelief.
"All four holes."
"Four holes? What's the fourth one?"
"Titjob."
"I learned something today. So the space between the breasts is considered a hole?"
"You can fuck it, so yeah, it's a hole." Arnold shrugged, saying it with a straight face, completely unashamed, while Collin facepalmed with a groan.
"I can't believe you're telling me this."
"Also, Jolyne is pregnant. I'm going to be a dad."
"... Excuse me, what?" Collin froze mid-motion, his expression shifting from disbelief to genuine surprise.
He blinked a few times, processing Arnold's words.
"I'm going to be a dad. Jolyne and I are thinking of getting married. Of course, I signed a prenuptial agreement since I'm the poorer one in the relationship. I want my kid to grow up with a complete family." Arnold's voice softened at the end, his eyes filled with sincerity.
"Damn. You're serious?"
"Yes, I am." Arnold genuinely smiled. It wasn't his usual cheeky grin, this one was real, proud, and hopeful.
Collin stood up and hugged Arnold, congratulating him. He patted his back firmly, a smile spreading across his face.
"Hahaha, that's great, Arnold. I'm happy for you."
"Thank you. So how about you give me some of your luck?"
Collin stopped hugging him when he heard that.
"Fucking gay."
"Just like I said, I wouldn't pipe the greatest actress in Hollywood if I were gay."
"Alright, alright. Whatever you say. Also, I don't have any luck," Collin said, sitting back down. He couldn't explain that his success was because of his golden vision.
"Bullshit. Your newest client reached the top 1 on Billboard 100 this February, and now you're telling me you're not lucky?"
Princess Chantal's debut single was a huge hit, it became number one for six consecutive weeks before going down to number two. The record label had been buzzing with excitement ever since.
Moonrise Music was overjoyed with that achievement, considering that Princess Chantal was their first artist. Her success elevated not only the record label but Collin's reputation as well. His name now shine brighter than ever in the entertainment industry.
"The dot-com list is indeed like a bubble that can burst, but it doesn't mean it will pop in 1999. Collin, how about investing more instead? I can assure you, you will earn more money." Stan's voice was calm but carried a hint of desperation.
Stan Gavin wouldn't earn anything from a client cashing out. He earned his commission only if his clients bought stocks. Collin was one of Stan's biggest clients, bringing him a generous profit every year.
However, if Collin completely cashed out his investments, this might be the last time Stan would ever see him again. The thought made Stan's chest tighten. Losing a high-value client like Collin meant losing a steady stream of income.
"I know how to analyze the stock market. The bubble burst won't happen in 1999. The internet industry is a promising market, you don't have to worry," Stan tried to convince him. He forced a confident smile, though his eyes briefly glanced toward the computer screen flashing volatile stock charts.
"But what if the bubble bursts and I lose all of my money? Stan, I'm going to cash out my investment before that happens and buy a property instead. At least a property won't disappear even if the market crashes."
Collin could see through Stan. He knew the man relied on commissions, he could practically feel his anxiety.
"Don't worry, I'll consult you if I'm interested in buying stocks again," he said to comfort him. A small, polite smile appeared on his lips, one that offered reassurance but no real promise.
Left with no choice, Stan Gavin showed him the growth of his investments. He sighed quietly, then pulled a printed report from a folder.
Collin was surprised, his stocks were worth $69 million! His eyes widened slightly as he flipped through the pages, his pulse quickening.
Macrosoft: $7.2M × 134.6% ≈ $9.691M gain
Cisko: $6.3M × 20.1% ≈ $1.266M gain
Intelligence: $5.1M × 38.2% ≈ $1.948M gain
Database Giant: $5.1M × 650% ≈ $33.15M gain
He checked each stock carefully and found that the biggest factor was Database Giant! A 650% increase in stock price had turned his $5 million into $33 million. His heart skipped a beat. He leaned back in his chair, stunned by the sheer growth of his investment.
His hands slightly trembled as he read the documents, the crisp paper crinkling between his fingers. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips, a mix of disbelief and satisfaction.
Last year, back in January 1998, his stocks were worth $23 million. Yet now, a year later, his investment had grown to $69 million. The realization sank in, and a quiet sense of accomplishment filled his chest.
Now that he had confirmed how much money he had, Collin became more determined to cash out. He didn't want his fortune to be wiped out by the upcoming bubble burst. He didn't know every detail about the stock market, but he was knowledgeable enough to understand that his stocks would be badly affected once the bubble popped.
In his opinion, it was better to buy a house than to keep his money in volatile stocks. Real estate, at least, was something he could see and touch, solid and dependable, not a line on a screen that could vanish overnight.
'If I remember it right, I only invested $8 million in these stocks initially. I can't believe they increased to $69 million.' His mind replayed the moment he first made that investment, full of uncertainty. Now, seeing the results, he couldn't help but feel proud of his younger self.
As for the taxes... Collin had no choice but to play along. He just told himself that he was helping his country. He brainwashed himself into believing that his taxes would fund public infrastructure instead of going into politicians' pockets. Anyway, the accountant on his team would handle everything, he'd just pay her. He chuckled softly to himself, at least he could pretend his taxes built something useful.
Once the money was transferred to his bank account, Collin bid farewell to the investment firm. He extended a hand toward Stan, whose forced smile barely hid his disappointment. As for seeing Stan Gavin again, only fate could decide that.
.........
......
...
"Ouch, why did you pinch me?" Collin flinched, rubbing his shoulder with a frown.
"I'm trying to absorb some of your luck."
"By pinching me?"
"By pinching you."
Arnold nodded while Collin rubbed the sore spot on his shoulder. Arnold grinned mischievously.
"I'm going to talk to HR and tell them that you harassed me."
"Harassed you? I just want to absorb your luck."
"That's it, you'll have to explain yourself to HR." Collin stood up to leave his new office. He grabbed a few documents and straightened his tie, pretending to look serious. Yes, the new office, Collin's office, was now on the 7th floor, and it was much larger. Furthermore, his secretary had a smaller office next to his, a sign of his promotion and growing influence in the agency.
His status in the agency had improved, which was exactly why Arnold decided to pinch him, hoping to "absorb" some of his luck.
"Hey, why are you taking my joke seriously? Come on, sit down. I came here because I got some news that might interest you."
Collin narrowed his eyes and returned to his seat. He leaned back slightly, curiosity flickering in his gaze.
"Don't pinch me again. I prefer it if a woman pinches me instead of a guy like you. Besides, what luck are you talking about? I'm not a lucky charm."
"Considering that you're moving up fast, I think you're lucky. Give me some of your luck."
"You sound gay right now."
"No homo."
"Nah, that statement won't save you. You're gay. You just wanted to pinch me because you're gay."
"If I'm gay, I wouldn't have fucked Jolyne."
"Damn, you did what?" Collin didn't expect Arnold to brag about that. His eyes widened in disbelief.
"All four holes."
"Four holes? What's the fourth one?"
"Titjob."
"I learned something today. So the space between the breasts is considered a hole?"
"You can fuck it, so yeah, it's a hole." Arnold shrugged, saying it with a straight face, completely unashamed, while Collin facepalmed with a groan.
"I can't believe you're telling me this."
"Also, Jolyne is pregnant. I'm going to be a dad."
"... Excuse me, what?" Collin froze mid-motion, his expression shifting from disbelief to genuine surprise.
He blinked a few times, processing Arnold's words.
"I'm going to be a dad. Jolyne and I are thinking of getting married. Of course, I signed a prenuptial agreement since I'm the poorer one in the relationship. I want my kid to grow up with a complete family." Arnold's voice softened at the end, his eyes filled with sincerity.
"Damn. You're serious?"
"Yes, I am." Arnold genuinely smiled. It wasn't his usual cheeky grin, this one was real, proud, and hopeful.
Collin stood up and hugged Arnold, congratulating him. He patted his back firmly, a smile spreading across his face.
"Hahaha, that's great, Arnold. I'm happy for you."
"Thank you. So how about you give me some of your luck?"
Collin stopped hugging him when he heard that.
"Fucking gay."
"Just like I said, I wouldn't pipe the greatest actress in Hollywood if I were gay."
"Alright, alright. Whatever you say. Also, I don't have any luck," Collin said, sitting back down. He couldn't explain that his success was because of his golden vision.
"Bullshit. Your newest client reached the top 1 on Billboard 100 this February, and now you're telling me you're not lucky?"
Princess Chantal's debut single was a huge hit, it became number one for six consecutive weeks before going down to number two. The record label had been buzzing with excitement ever since.
Moonrise Music was overjoyed with that achievement, considering that Princess Chantal was their first artist. Her success elevated not only the record label but Collin's reputation as well. His name now shine brighter than ever in the entertainment industry.
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So far, Love Everywhere had been topping the charts in many countries. The song echoed across radios, its melody lingering in the minds of listeners. Princess Chantal's charming voice, paired with Niko's composition, made the song a huge success.
Two talented people had worked together to create Love Everywhere, and Collin wasn't surprised that it became a hit. He felt a deep sense of satisfaction, knowing that his gamble on Chantal had paid off.
At the moment, Princess Chantal was incredibly busy attending shows and singing at various venues. Her schedule was packed, hopping from one city to another. Moonrise Music was also hard at work promoting her upcoming album, which would feature six songs including Love Everywhere. All of the tracks were written and composed by Niko, most of them in the pop genre.
The record label invested heavily in her album, producing music videos for every song. Each shoot was extravagant and expensive. They were going all out to ensure Princess Chantal's debut album made a strong impact.
Furthermore, Moonrise Music was planning to rent a concert venue next month, April, for her first solo concert. It was expected to be a spectacle. If the concert proved successful, the label would officially launch a national tour. That meant Princess Chantal's schedule would soon be even busier than an actor's.
Moonrise Music wanted to take advantage of her explosive debut to etch her name into the public's mind. They were ready to spend money to make her a star. To them, she wasn't just a singer, she was a brand, the next global pop phenomenon.
Collin could already see his earnings piling up. A small grin tugged at his lips, his mind calculating the numbers, deals, and future projects. By the way, only a few people knew that Collin was a shareholder of Moonrise Music. Not even Arnold knew about this fact.
'Now that I think about it, why don't I look for more talented singers and sign them to Moonrise Music? That way, our label will have a great lineup of musicians.' Collin slightly grinned at the thought, though he knew how rare truly gifted singers were.
"Hey, why are you grinning like that? You look like a creep!"
"I'm sorry, I was just thinking about how stupid you are for believing you'll get lucky by pinching me."
"I have nothing to lose. I just pinched you."
"You bastard, it was painful."
"Alright, let's stop this useless banter. Congratulations on having a new star to milk."
"Arnold, the way you said that is disgusting... but I won't deny it. I'm happy that I have another client who brings in money." Collin laughed, rubbing the back of his neck with a smirk.
"We're both agents. I know exactly what's going through your mind." Arnold shrugged. He was also interested in finding a singer, but he knew how difficult it was to discover someone truly talented. Besides, he wasn't an expert, the agents in the music department handled that business.
"The music department isn't pestering you?" Arnold suddenly asked.
"Fuck them." Collin's expression darkened instantly.
"Seems like they are pestering you."
Collin was an agent in the film department, so his usual clients were actors and directors. Of course, he wasn't prohibited from signing singers if he wanted to. It was just tougher since his expertise wasn't in music. That was why he was grateful for Moonrise Music, a label that was hands-on with its artist.
As for the music department, the moment Princess Chantal became famous, agents from that division started giving Collin bitter looks and fake smiles.
An executive even approached him, suggesting that Princess Chantal's contract should be transferred to the music department since "they knew the industry better."
Collin was deeply offended and kicked the executive out of his office. He wasn't one to tolerate greed, especially from people trying to steal the fruits of his hard work. He had spent months building Chantal's career, and now that she was successful, these vultures wanted to claim the credit.
Even the President of Talent Management and Representation, the most influential agent in ANT, that old bastard, had started eyeing Collin's clients.
Of course, Collin refused. Since then, the music department had resented him.
ANT had three main departments focusing on different industries: film, music, and sports. These three fields all required agents, so ANT naturally covered them. But since the headquarters were in Los Angeles, their biggest market was the film industry. The film department always got the most attention, followed by music, then sports.
"Let's not talk about those bastards in the music department. I'm getting pissed just hearing their names. So, what's the reason you're here? What do you want to tell me?" He exhaled and leaned back in his chair, forcing himself to relax.
"For clarification, my office is on the 8th floor, so I have a higher status than you."
"I know. Just tell me what you've got." Collin sighed, already used to Arnold's antics.
"You know Ray Reno, right?" Arnold asked.
"Of course. He's the host of The Tonight Show with Ray Reno. Why?"
"His show is looking for a host for three weeks. Two years ago, you asked me if I knew of a hosting gig for your actress. Well, now I do."
"Really!? The Tonight Show!?" Collin's voice rose with excitement. His usual calm demeanor cracked.
"Here's what I found, Ray Reno is recuperating from surgery and needs at least three weeks before he can return to work. The director of The Tonight Show is a client of ANT, and he's looking for someone to fill in for 15 episodes, five episodes per week."
"Arnold, this is huge. Thank you, this means a lot to me." Collin's tone carried genuine gratitude.
"I know, that's why I came straight to you when I heard. It's up to you to convince the director and producer."
"If Jolyne or Brody ever needs to work with Wyatt, just call me. Consider it done." Collin smiled, meaning every word. He was a man who never forgot favors, especially ones that could turn into golden opportunities.
"Nah, it's fine. My two actors are doing well. Jolyne will rest for a year because of her pregnancy, while Brody's career is steady."
"What about your horror director? I heard he's pitching a TV show to CBA Network. I can get Lawrence or Axel to do a cameo in one of the episodes."
"Now that's something I won't pass up. I'll call my director, maybe that'll help convince CBA Network. Thanks, Collin." Arnold's tone turned hopeful, his director had been struggling lately.
"I should be the one thanking you." Collin smiled, already planning his next move.
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[Author's Note: Thank you guys for all of your support.]
So far, Love Everywhere had been topping the charts in many countries. The song echoed across radios, its melody lingering in the minds of listeners. Princess Chantal's charming voice, paired with Niko's composition, made the song a huge success.
Two talented people had worked together to create Love Everywhere, and Collin wasn't surprised that it became a hit. He felt a deep sense of satisfaction, knowing that his gamble on Chantal had paid off.
At the moment, Princess Chantal was incredibly busy attending shows and singing at various venues. Her schedule was packed, hopping from one city to another. Moonrise Music was also hard at work promoting her upcoming album, which would feature six songs including Love Everywhere. All of the tracks were written and composed by Niko, most of them in the pop genre.
The record label invested heavily in her album, producing music videos for every song. Each shoot was extravagant and expensive. They were going all out to ensure Princess Chantal's debut album made a strong impact.
Furthermore, Moonrise Music was planning to rent a concert venue next month, April, for her first solo concert. It was expected to be a spectacle. If the concert proved successful, the label would officially launch a national tour. That meant Princess Chantal's schedule would soon be even busier than an actor's.
Moonrise Music wanted to take advantage of her explosive debut to etch her name into the public's mind. They were ready to spend money to make her a star. To them, she wasn't just a singer, she was a brand, the next global pop phenomenon.
Collin could already see his earnings piling up. A small grin tugged at his lips, his mind calculating the numbers, deals, and future projects. By the way, only a few people knew that Collin was a shareholder of Moonrise Music. Not even Arnold knew about this fact.
'Now that I think about it, why don't I look for more talented singers and sign them to Moonrise Music? That way, our label will have a great lineup of musicians.' Collin slightly grinned at the thought, though he knew how rare truly gifted singers were.
"Hey, why are you grinning like that? You look like a creep!"
"I'm sorry, I was just thinking about how stupid you are for believing you'll get lucky by pinching me."
"I have nothing to lose. I just pinched you."
"You bastard, it was painful."
"Alright, let's stop this useless banter. Congratulations on having a new star to milk."
"Arnold, the way you said that is disgusting... but I won't deny it. I'm happy that I have another client who brings in money." Collin laughed, rubbing the back of his neck with a smirk.
"We're both agents. I know exactly what's going through your mind." Arnold shrugged. He was also interested in finding a singer, but he knew how difficult it was to discover someone truly talented. Besides, he wasn't an expert, the agents in the music department handled that business.
"The music department isn't pestering you?" Arnold suddenly asked.
"Fuck them." Collin's expression darkened instantly.
"Seems like they are pestering you."
Collin was an agent in the film department, so his usual clients were actors and directors. Of course, he wasn't prohibited from signing singers if he wanted to. It was just tougher since his expertise wasn't in music. That was why he was grateful for Moonrise Music, a label that was hands-on with its artist.
As for the music department, the moment Princess Chantal became famous, agents from that division started giving Collin bitter looks and fake smiles.
An executive even approached him, suggesting that Princess Chantal's contract should be transferred to the music department since "they knew the industry better."
Collin was deeply offended and kicked the executive out of his office. He wasn't one to tolerate greed, especially from people trying to steal the fruits of his hard work. He had spent months building Chantal's career, and now that she was successful, these vultures wanted to claim the credit.
Even the President of Talent Management and Representation, the most influential agent in ANT, that old bastard, had started eyeing Collin's clients.
Of course, Collin refused. Since then, the music department had resented him.
ANT had three main departments focusing on different industries: film, music, and sports. These three fields all required agents, so ANT naturally covered them. But since the headquarters were in Los Angeles, their biggest market was the film industry. The film department always got the most attention, followed by music, then sports.
"Let's not talk about those bastards in the music department. I'm getting pissed just hearing their names. So, what's the reason you're here? What do you want to tell me?" He exhaled and leaned back in his chair, forcing himself to relax.
"For clarification, my office is on the 8th floor, so I have a higher status than you."
"I know. Just tell me what you've got." Collin sighed, already used to Arnold's antics.
"You know Ray Reno, right?" Arnold asked.
"Of course. He's the host of The Tonight Show with Ray Reno. Why?"
"His show is looking for a host for three weeks. Two years ago, you asked me if I knew of a hosting gig for your actress. Well, now I do."
"Really!? The Tonight Show!?" Collin's voice rose with excitement. His usual calm demeanor cracked.
"Here's what I found, Ray Reno is recuperating from surgery and needs at least three weeks before he can return to work. The director of The Tonight Show is a client of ANT, and he's looking for someone to fill in for 15 episodes, five episodes per week."
"Arnold, this is huge. Thank you, this means a lot to me." Collin's tone carried genuine gratitude.
"I know, that's why I came straight to you when I heard. It's up to you to convince the director and producer."
"If Jolyne or Brody ever needs to work with Wyatt, just call me. Consider it done." Collin smiled, meaning every word. He was a man who never forgot favors, especially ones that could turn into golden opportunities.
"Nah, it's fine. My two actors are doing well. Jolyne will rest for a year because of her pregnancy, while Brody's career is steady."
"What about your horror director? I heard he's pitching a TV show to CBA Network. I can get Lawrence or Axel to do a cameo in one of the episodes."
"Now that's something I won't pass up. I'll call my director, maybe that'll help convince CBA Network. Thanks, Collin." Arnold's tone turned hopeful, his director had been struggling lately.
"I should be the one thanking you." Collin smiled, already planning his next move.
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[Author's Note: Thank you guys for all of your support.]
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Collin didn't know the specifics regarding Arnold's client's horror TV show. He just knew the premise, it was about two siblings fighting ghosts and monsters while finding their missing dad.
'Sounds like a supernatural plot or something... What, say that again?'
Now that Collin had a clue to set up Jennifer's hosting career, he decided to make a move before others overtook him. His mind filled with urgency.
Right at that moment, Collin told his secretary, Lucia Sarah, that he would meet an agent, and if someone was looking for him, Lucia could contact him. Lucia nodded, her pen tapping on the notepad as Collin grabbed his suit and strode out.
For now, Collin wanted to talk to the agent who handled the director of The Tonight Show with Ray Reno.
He knew the person, they had conversations once in a while, but they were not that close. He recalled their occasional small talk during company parties. It was professional but nothing more.
"My secretary said that you wanted to talk to me. I believe this is about the part-time hosting job on The Tonight Show, but I'm still confused about why you're looking for me. Axel and Lawrence don't have any reason to host a show, unless..."
The old man led Collin to sit down. His name was Matteo, and his office was on the 5th floor, two floors lower than Collin's. The office was smaller, with framed posters of old TV shows and a faint smell of brewed coffee lingering in the air.
Matteo didn't have famous clients, but they had steady careers. One of his actors was starring in an action TV show that had lasted for five seasons, earning quite a decent salary. Another actor starred in a fantasy TV show that had been running for ten seasons. His client director also had a steady job as the director of The Tonight Show with Ray Reno.
In terms of influence and success, Collin had a better status because his clients earned millions. Technically, everyone on his roster was a superstar.
Hence, he got a promotion, had a better office, and a higher salary. Yes, Collin's salary was now $170,000 annually. If he continued like this, ANT might offer him a partnership and stock shares, allowing him to become an executive. A thought that made him smirk, the future looked promising.
"It's about my female client, Jennifer Randon." Collin sat down and spoke directly about his intention. There was no reason to lie about it.
"You mean the host of The Singing Voice? You want her to host The Tonight Show?"
"That's right."
"Collin, Jennifer has a valid status, and she can host the show considering she has experience in hosting, but what about it? What will I get from this deal?"
"As expected, Matteo. You know how to do business." Collin grinned. He came prepared for negotiation. Of course, he knew that convincing another agent would be troublesome.
"Now that Ray Reno is recuperating, someone needs to take the helm and lead the show. If the show receives bad ratings while he's gone, there might be consequences. CBA Network could discontinue the show."
"That could happen, and what about it? Are you saying that your client can save the show while Ray Reno is gone? Collin, you believe too much in your client that it's borderline arrogance. Jennifer is not that guy."
"She is. Why don't we try?" Collin's voice was firm, his conviction unwavering.
"Not going to work. I can't convince my director with that reason."
"How about I guest Lawrence Terrence and my new client, Princess Chantal, on The Tonight Show? Is that enough reason to convince your director?"
"Now we're talking. I've heard about Princess Chantal, you really struck gold." Matteo's eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
"Thank you."
Matteo thought about it. It was true that The Tonight Show needed an anchor while its iconic host was gone. Guesting Lawrence Terrence and Princess Chantal could easily captivate the audience. He rubbed his chin slowly, imagining the headlines and the boost in viewership.
Lawrence Terrence had a huge fan base, while Princess Chantal was currently topping the Billboard Hot 100, and her music was everywhere. The combination was explosive enough to make any producer salivate.
In exchange for Jennifer becoming a host for a few episodes, this deal might be a good thing. It was mutually beneficial, exactly the kind of deal agents loved.
After all, if the show was discontinued, Matteo's client, the director, would lose his job.
"I can't give you confirmation at the moment. I have to call my client. Give me an hour."
"Thank you," Collin said, slightly nodded his head before leaving Matteo's small office. He adjusted his tie and exited the room. He stayed on the same floor, waiting for Matteo's secretary to invite him back.
It didn't even take half an hour before Collin returned to Matteo's office.
"Jennifer will host the show for five episodes. The production team already had another person to host, but they decided to give Jennifer a slot in exchange for having Lawrence and Princess Chantal as guests on the show. Collin, I trust that you won't break your promise." Matteo's voice carried a mix of caution and curiosity, as if testing whether Collin could convince his two big clients.
"I have no reason to break the promise. Lawrence and Princess Chantal always need publicity, so they won't deny the invitation. Let's settle the contract once they agree." Collin gave a small nod, his lips curling into a satisfied smile.
"That's great to hear."
Now it was time for Collin to call his clients. Both of them agreed expectedly. They had no reason to say no. They just had to find the right schedule for guesting on The Tonight Show. It was free publicity.
With that, Jennifer got a part-time job on The Tonight Show.
"Wait, I got a new job?" Jennifer's surprised voice came through the line, filled with disbelief.
"Yeah, it's about hosting The Tonight Show."
The two were talking on the phone.
"The Tonight Show on the CBA Network, really?"
The woman was confused at first because she didn't understand why Collin set up the job for her. However, she had no problem with it. She trusted Collin and knew that he always wanted the best for her, a soft smile forming on her lips as gratitude welled up inside her.
"When you told me that I have talent in hosting, I thought you were just joking. But when you've secured a job for me in The Singing Voice, I realized that you're serious. Thank you for helping me."
"It's my job. You don't have to thank me. Just do your best. I know that this is a part-time job and you won't earn that much compared to your job in The Singing Voice, but this is just the beginning. I have a huge plan for you."
Once Jennifer had a stronger résumé in hosting shows, Collin could easily convince a production studio to hire her. Still, he knew how tough it was to find a hosting job for Jennifer. Even now, he was looking for one.
Collin didn't know the specifics regarding Arnold's client's horror TV show. He just knew the premise, it was about two siblings fighting ghosts and monsters while finding their missing dad.
'Sounds like a supernatural plot or something... What, say that again?'
Now that Collin had a clue to set up Jennifer's hosting career, he decided to make a move before others overtook him. His mind filled with urgency.
Right at that moment, Collin told his secretary, Lucia Sarah, that he would meet an agent, and if someone was looking for him, Lucia could contact him. Lucia nodded, her pen tapping on the notepad as Collin grabbed his suit and strode out.
For now, Collin wanted to talk to the agent who handled the director of The Tonight Show with Ray Reno.
He knew the person, they had conversations once in a while, but they were not that close. He recalled their occasional small talk during company parties. It was professional but nothing more.
"My secretary said that you wanted to talk to me. I believe this is about the part-time hosting job on The Tonight Show, but I'm still confused about why you're looking for me. Axel and Lawrence don't have any reason to host a show, unless..."
The old man led Collin to sit down. His name was Matteo, and his office was on the 5th floor, two floors lower than Collin's. The office was smaller, with framed posters of old TV shows and a faint smell of brewed coffee lingering in the air.
Matteo didn't have famous clients, but they had steady careers. One of his actors was starring in an action TV show that had lasted for five seasons, earning quite a decent salary. Another actor starred in a fantasy TV show that had been running for ten seasons. His client director also had a steady job as the director of The Tonight Show with Ray Reno.
In terms of influence and success, Collin had a better status because his clients earned millions. Technically, everyone on his roster was a superstar.
Hence, he got a promotion, had a better office, and a higher salary. Yes, Collin's salary was now $170,000 annually. If he continued like this, ANT might offer him a partnership and stock shares, allowing him to become an executive. A thought that made him smirk, the future looked promising.
"It's about my female client, Jennifer Randon." Collin sat down and spoke directly about his intention. There was no reason to lie about it.
"You mean the host of The Singing Voice? You want her to host The Tonight Show?"
"That's right."
"Collin, Jennifer has a valid status, and she can host the show considering she has experience in hosting, but what about it? What will I get from this deal?"
"As expected, Matteo. You know how to do business." Collin grinned. He came prepared for negotiation. Of course, he knew that convincing another agent would be troublesome.
"Now that Ray Reno is recuperating, someone needs to take the helm and lead the show. If the show receives bad ratings while he's gone, there might be consequences. CBA Network could discontinue the show."
"That could happen, and what about it? Are you saying that your client can save the show while Ray Reno is gone? Collin, you believe too much in your client that it's borderline arrogance. Jennifer is not that guy."
"She is. Why don't we try?" Collin's voice was firm, his conviction unwavering.
"Not going to work. I can't convince my director with that reason."
"How about I guest Lawrence Terrence and my new client, Princess Chantal, on The Tonight Show? Is that enough reason to convince your director?"
"Now we're talking. I've heard about Princess Chantal, you really struck gold." Matteo's eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
"Thank you."
Matteo thought about it. It was true that The Tonight Show needed an anchor while its iconic host was gone. Guesting Lawrence Terrence and Princess Chantal could easily captivate the audience. He rubbed his chin slowly, imagining the headlines and the boost in viewership.
Lawrence Terrence had a huge fan base, while Princess Chantal was currently topping the Billboard Hot 100, and her music was everywhere. The combination was explosive enough to make any producer salivate.
In exchange for Jennifer becoming a host for a few episodes, this deal might be a good thing. It was mutually beneficial, exactly the kind of deal agents loved.
After all, if the show was discontinued, Matteo's client, the director, would lose his job.
"I can't give you confirmation at the moment. I have to call my client. Give me an hour."
"Thank you," Collin said, slightly nodded his head before leaving Matteo's small office. He adjusted his tie and exited the room. He stayed on the same floor, waiting for Matteo's secretary to invite him back.
It didn't even take half an hour before Collin returned to Matteo's office.
"Jennifer will host the show for five episodes. The production team already had another person to host, but they decided to give Jennifer a slot in exchange for having Lawrence and Princess Chantal as guests on the show. Collin, I trust that you won't break your promise." Matteo's voice carried a mix of caution and curiosity, as if testing whether Collin could convince his two big clients.
"I have no reason to break the promise. Lawrence and Princess Chantal always need publicity, so they won't deny the invitation. Let's settle the contract once they agree." Collin gave a small nod, his lips curling into a satisfied smile.
"That's great to hear."
Now it was time for Collin to call his clients. Both of them agreed expectedly. They had no reason to say no. They just had to find the right schedule for guesting on The Tonight Show. It was free publicity.
With that, Jennifer got a part-time job on The Tonight Show.
"Wait, I got a new job?" Jennifer's surprised voice came through the line, filled with disbelief.
"Yeah, it's about hosting The Tonight Show."
The two were talking on the phone.
"The Tonight Show on the CBA Network, really?"
The woman was confused at first because she didn't understand why Collin set up the job for her. However, she had no problem with it. She trusted Collin and knew that he always wanted the best for her, a soft smile forming on her lips as gratitude welled up inside her.
"When you told me that I have talent in hosting, I thought you were just joking. But when you've secured a job for me in The Singing Voice, I realized that you're serious. Thank you for helping me."
"It's my job. You don't have to thank me. Just do your best. I know that this is a part-time job and you won't earn that much compared to your job in The Singing Voice, but this is just the beginning. I have a huge plan for you."
Once Jennifer had a stronger résumé in hosting shows, Collin could easily convince a production studio to hire her. Still, he knew how tough it was to find a hosting job for Jennifer. Even now, he was looking for one.
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Why not have her host an ANT interview show on youtube or something? Gives her experience. Easy acces to actors, directors, producers and musicians for interviews. And the agency gets a platform for their clients.
Mainstream media might be a little put off by it though.
Mainstream media might be a little put off by it though.
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Its 1999