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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
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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.
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[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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Chapter 138
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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.
Chapter 139
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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.
Chapter 140
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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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Hmmm....
I wonder who that could be?
I wonder who that could be?