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Behind The Spotlight
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Behind The Spotlight Chapter 112
As much as Lawrence hated Jolyne, it never reached the point where he wished the actress would get kidnapped or suffer any serious harm in real life. Besides, even though Jolyne seemed to be doing fine, Lawrence could see that she was still troubled beneath her carefully rehearsed smiles. They were both great at acting, and Lawrence could easily see through her facade.
So, even when Jolyne made fun of him and bragged about her increase in box office share, Lawrence didn't bother fighting back. He was mature enough to understand that the actress was just coping.
But Lawrence was wrong about one thing, Jolyne wasn't worried about the kidnapping incident, nor was she suffering from any lasting trauma. Sure, the kidnapping was scary, but she could have prevented it by hiring a bodyguard.
What Jolyne was truly worried about was her relationship with Arnold, a relationship she had carefully kept for years, only to slip up in a moment of weakness. She had made the mistake of showing her feelings too openly, letting her heart take control over her usual calculated demeanor. Now, things between them felt awkward, and she didn't know how to fix it without making matters worse.
As for the kidnappers, a father and son duo, they were sentenced to long prison terms with no chance of early release due to the severity of their crime. Producer Perberto and his son, a failed actor, would never appear in any respectable production again, their names forever tainted in the industry.
.........
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...
"Why are you looking at me like I'm some kind of hidden ace?" Collin asked, slightly tilting his head in confusion.
"So you're telling me you're not?" Axel asked seriously, without breaking eye contact. He was staring at Collin with awe because of the heroic deed Collin had done to save Jolyne, a deed Axel considered more fitting for a movie script than real life. Axel, a retired soldier, wasn't even sure if he could have done what Collin did under the same pressure and danger.
"I'm not," Collin said firmly with a small shrug, his tone flat, as if trying to downplay the whole thing.
After the incident, Collin became famous, and even his co-workers looked at him with respect whenever he walked past in the agency hallways. At first, he was happy and even amused by the sudden change in how people treated him. But as time went on, he began to feel uncomfortable being placed in the spotlight.
Unfortunately, he had to play along because this was the PR strategy the agency used to prevent the issue from spiraling out of control and to manage the narrative before gossip magazines twisted it further. Wash Dismay Studio also joined in on the PR effort to avoid being blamed for negligence on set and lapses in security.
Because of that, Collin was interviewed by TV reporters multiple times, answering the same repetitive questions until he could practically recite his responses in his sleep. His face ended up in newspapers across several regions.
Collin eventually spoke with the CEO, Lila Seraphina, who promised him a two-week vacation in December as a thank-you for cooperating with the publicity campaign. December was still eleven months away, but Collin was happy to get something positive out of the ordeal. Ah, the life of an agent, you have to negotiate for everything.
In truth, Collin preferred a longer vacation over money, since time away from work was priceless to him. He was already wealthy; what he needed more was time to rest, recharge, and live quietly. In his case, time was far more valuable than money.
'Money is useless if you don't have the time to use it... Bars.'
Today, Axel and Collin were once again in the hallway on the 3rd floor of Uni-versus Pictures. Axel was going to audition for one of the lead roles in Frightening Movie, looking both eager and nervous at the same time. He didn't care what role he got, as long as he could get back on screen.
He hadn't had a job for half a year because studios were afraid to hire him, worried about possible scandals. On top of that, his sponsors and brand deals had dropped him.
With no income, Axel was forced to cut back on expenses. Yet, just like before, he had no regrets. If he could go back in time, he would still make the same choices and face the same consequences without hesitation. Fighting for custody of his son was a battle worth everything.
Fortunately, Axel was friends with Wyatt, and the director personally invited him to audition for one of the lead roles despite the risk of backlash. Axel was grateful to have friends like Wyatt who supported him.
"What you read in the newspaper isn't true. I didn't kung-fu the assailant. I just threw my phone at him and kicked him in the stomach hard enough to make him faint," Collin explained.
"That's still impressive, especially when the assailant had a knife and the situation could have ended badly."
"... Yeah, I have to agree with that," Collin admitted reluctantly, realizing Axel had a point. It was impressive.
"Anyway, let's not talk about me. How's John? Is he doing alright?"
"Yeah, he's attending kindergarten. I also hired a maid to help me take care of him while I'm working. She's been a huge help in keeping things organized at my place," Axel said with a smile.
"The Asian woman I saw last time, that's the maid?" Collin recalled seeing a woman in Axel's apartment during a visit and remembered her polite demeanor.
"That's right. She's Filipina, a mother who has to work overseas to provide for her family back in the Philippines. She's nice and very dedicated to her job."
Collin nodded slowly, his expression softening. He didn't sense anything suspicious about the woman, so she was probably not a bad person at all.
"Collin, you don't have to worry. I know you're concerned about me, and you want to talk to Henry and Wyatt, but I'm confident this time. I've memorized every line in the script and rehearsed them countless times."
The movie had six lead roles, and Axel was aiming for the role of the tall character named Steve, a role he felt suited him perfectly.
He knew he wouldn't get a huge salary because of his scandal last year, but in his current situation, this was better than nothing. As long as he could star in another movie, he had no complaints. He was willing to start again from the bottom.
Besides, he wasn't lying about his confidence. Lately, he felt his acting skills improving, and he believed he could convince the production to cast him based on talent alone.
Collin nodded but remained silent, his thoughts shifting to the upcoming conversation with Henry. He knew Axel had awakened a talent, but that wasn't the main issue. The real problem was his recent scandal, Collin had to convince Henry that Axel wouldn't cause trouble during production and that everything would go smoothly.
'Henry has trauma with scandals, so I have to convince him hard and make him see that Axel is worth the risk. I also have to talk to Wyatt to help me.'
A few minutes later, the door opened, and the production crew announced a lunch break. Crew members stepped out to eat and stretch their limbs after a long morning of work.
Collin spotted Wyatt and Henry talking nearby. Henry glanced at Collin and Axel, sighing with a weary expression. He wasn't naive, he knew exactly what was going on and why Collin had approached him now.
"If you have something to say, follow us to the cafeteria. Let's talk while we eat, we all need a break."
"Of course."
Collin nodded and followed the producer and director, leaving Axel a bit nervous behind.
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As much as Lawrence hated Jolyne, it never reached the point where he wished the actress would get kidnapped or suffer any serious harm in real life. Besides, even though Jolyne seemed to be doing fine, Lawrence could see that she was still troubled beneath her carefully rehearsed smiles. They were both great at acting, and Lawrence could easily see through her facade.
So, even when Jolyne made fun of him and bragged about her increase in box office share, Lawrence didn't bother fighting back. He was mature enough to understand that the actress was just coping.
But Lawrence was wrong about one thing, Jolyne wasn't worried about the kidnapping incident, nor was she suffering from any lasting trauma. Sure, the kidnapping was scary, but she could have prevented it by hiring a bodyguard.
What Jolyne was truly worried about was her relationship with Arnold, a relationship she had carefully kept for years, only to slip up in a moment of weakness. She had made the mistake of showing her feelings too openly, letting her heart take control over her usual calculated demeanor. Now, things between them felt awkward, and she didn't know how to fix it without making matters worse.
As for the kidnappers, a father and son duo, they were sentenced to long prison terms with no chance of early release due to the severity of their crime. Producer Perberto and his son, a failed actor, would never appear in any respectable production again, their names forever tainted in the industry.
.........
......
...
"Why are you looking at me like I'm some kind of hidden ace?" Collin asked, slightly tilting his head in confusion.
"So you're telling me you're not?" Axel asked seriously, without breaking eye contact. He was staring at Collin with awe because of the heroic deed Collin had done to save Jolyne, a deed Axel considered more fitting for a movie script than real life. Axel, a retired soldier, wasn't even sure if he could have done what Collin did under the same pressure and danger.
"I'm not," Collin said firmly with a small shrug, his tone flat, as if trying to downplay the whole thing.
After the incident, Collin became famous, and even his co-workers looked at him with respect whenever he walked past in the agency hallways. At first, he was happy and even amused by the sudden change in how people treated him. But as time went on, he began to feel uncomfortable being placed in the spotlight.
Unfortunately, he had to play along because this was the PR strategy the agency used to prevent the issue from spiraling out of control and to manage the narrative before gossip magazines twisted it further. Wash Dismay Studio also joined in on the PR effort to avoid being blamed for negligence on set and lapses in security.
Because of that, Collin was interviewed by TV reporters multiple times, answering the same repetitive questions until he could practically recite his responses in his sleep. His face ended up in newspapers across several regions.
Collin eventually spoke with the CEO, Lila Seraphina, who promised him a two-week vacation in December as a thank-you for cooperating with the publicity campaign. December was still eleven months away, but Collin was happy to get something positive out of the ordeal. Ah, the life of an agent, you have to negotiate for everything.
In truth, Collin preferred a longer vacation over money, since time away from work was priceless to him. He was already wealthy; what he needed more was time to rest, recharge, and live quietly. In his case, time was far more valuable than money.
'Money is useless if you don't have the time to use it... Bars.'
Today, Axel and Collin were once again in the hallway on the 3rd floor of Uni-versus Pictures. Axel was going to audition for one of the lead roles in Frightening Movie, looking both eager and nervous at the same time. He didn't care what role he got, as long as he could get back on screen.
He hadn't had a job for half a year because studios were afraid to hire him, worried about possible scandals. On top of that, his sponsors and brand deals had dropped him.
With no income, Axel was forced to cut back on expenses. Yet, just like before, he had no regrets. If he could go back in time, he would still make the same choices and face the same consequences without hesitation. Fighting for custody of his son was a battle worth everything.
Fortunately, Axel was friends with Wyatt, and the director personally invited him to audition for one of the lead roles despite the risk of backlash. Axel was grateful to have friends like Wyatt who supported him.
"What you read in the newspaper isn't true. I didn't kung-fu the assailant. I just threw my phone at him and kicked him in the stomach hard enough to make him faint," Collin explained.
"That's still impressive, especially when the assailant had a knife and the situation could have ended badly."
"... Yeah, I have to agree with that," Collin admitted reluctantly, realizing Axel had a point. It was impressive.
"Anyway, let's not talk about me. How's John? Is he doing alright?"
"Yeah, he's attending kindergarten. I also hired a maid to help me take care of him while I'm working. She's been a huge help in keeping things organized at my place," Axel said with a smile.
"The Asian woman I saw last time, that's the maid?" Collin recalled seeing a woman in Axel's apartment during a visit and remembered her polite demeanor.
"That's right. She's Filipina, a mother who has to work overseas to provide for her family back in the Philippines. She's nice and very dedicated to her job."
Collin nodded slowly, his expression softening. He didn't sense anything suspicious about the woman, so she was probably not a bad person at all.
"Collin, you don't have to worry. I know you're concerned about me, and you want to talk to Henry and Wyatt, but I'm confident this time. I've memorized every line in the script and rehearsed them countless times."
The movie had six lead roles, and Axel was aiming for the role of the tall character named Steve, a role he felt suited him perfectly.
He knew he wouldn't get a huge salary because of his scandal last year, but in his current situation, this was better than nothing. As long as he could star in another movie, he had no complaints. He was willing to start again from the bottom.
Besides, he wasn't lying about his confidence. Lately, he felt his acting skills improving, and he believed he could convince the production to cast him based on talent alone.
Collin nodded but remained silent, his thoughts shifting to the upcoming conversation with Henry. He knew Axel had awakened a talent, but that wasn't the main issue. The real problem was his recent scandal, Collin had to convince Henry that Axel wouldn't cause trouble during production and that everything would go smoothly.
'Henry has trauma with scandals, so I have to convince him hard and make him see that Axel is worth the risk. I also have to talk to Wyatt to help me.'
A few minutes later, the door opened, and the production crew announced a lunch break. Crew members stepped out to eat and stretch their limbs after a long morning of work.
Collin spotted Wyatt and Henry talking nearby. Henry glanced at Collin and Axel, sighing with a weary expression. He wasn't naive, he knew exactly what was going on and why Collin had approached him now.
"If you have something to say, follow us to the cafeteria. Let's talk while we eat, we all need a break."
"Of course."
Collin nodded and followed the producer and director, leaving Axel a bit nervous behind.
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Chapter 113
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The group found their seats. Collin, Wyatt, and Henry were mostly eating pizza and donuts, each with a can of Coke in hand.
"Collin, I know the reason why you're here. I already discussed it with Wyatt. I'm against working with Axel Gunner. It's unfortunate what happened to him, but I have to prioritize the movie and make sure everything goes according to plan."
"Don't do this to me, Henry. You already worked with Axel in Week on a Cruise Ship. His work ethic is great, you even praised him back then during the celebration party. Give him another chance."
Collin had already expected Henry to be against casting Axel. The producer had bad experiences with scandals in the past and tended to avoid anything that could potentially damage the production's reputation.
But Collin couldn't let go of this opportunity. Axel was basically blacklisted by most of the industry. He needed to star in another movie to prove himself before the public completely forgot his name. Axel had to show that he was worth casting, that his past didn't define his future.
'We can't wait for the release of Face: Swap in summer. We should act while we can. Right now, we can audition for Frightening Movie and hopefully get a role,' Collin thought.
"I admit Axel is a great person, but that's not enough for me to abandon my principles. Besides, I'm not the only one against casting him. The representative from Uni-versus Pictures agreed with my decision. It's already a miracle that Axel Gunner even received an invitation to audition for the third round."
"..."
Collin didn't know what to say. He turned to Wyatt, and the director could only nod, a faint look of regret in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Collin. The only way to cast Axel is if we have a valid reason the higher-ups will accept," the director replied guiltily.
"It's alright, I don't blame you. You already helped Axel by recommending him. You're a great friend, Wyatt."
Collin had no intention of blaming Wyatt, he was just doing his job.
"It's not Axel's fault that his ex-wife is a bitch. He just did his best to protect his son." Collin turned to Henry, a frown etched on his face.
"We both know that, and I respect him for it. However, it's still true that he broke his last contract by initiating a custody battle. Touchpebbles Pictures asked him to postpone the case, but Axel didn't listen. He went through with it. Even if he's innocent, we can't have an actor who might be a liability. People sympathized with him, but sympathy isn't enough to convince us to risk millions of dollars."
"Then what if his performance is better than you expected?"
"Collin, let's be honest here. We worked with Axel two years ago, and his acting was just passable, nothing memorable. He's not bad, but he's also not great. If not for his connection to you and Wyatt, I wouldn't have even considered casting him. He's different from Lawrence Terrence, who can elevate every scene he's in."
"But what if his audition impresses you? Would you cast him then?"
"If his performance impresses me, I'll let go of my prejudice and cast him. But I'll add a clause in the contract stating that Axel will only receive his full salary once filming is complete and he hasn't caused any scandal or trouble from start to finish."
"You said it yourself. You should keep your promise." Collin's gaze was steady, his tone unwavering.
"Collin, Axel doesn't have the X-factor to convince us. Unless Lawrence possessed his body, Axel probably wouldn't get a role in this movie, no matter how much you want it." Henry's voice was firm.
"Then what about you, Wyatt?" Collin asked, his tone calm but challenging.
"I'm a director. I'm always looking for perfection. If Axel impresses me, I'll fight for him. I'll do my best to convince Henry and the Uni-versus Pictures representative, even if it means heated arguments."
Wyatt promised him. But just like Henry, he wasn't sure Axel could impress him. He had worked with Axel on two movies, and the man's performances had been decent but never remarkable, no defining moment that stood out.
"Then," Collin smirked confidently, "that's enough."
He stood abruptly.
"You must keep your promise. I'll wait until the audition is done because I know I'll have to negotiate Axel's salary today." Collin walked away with quick, purposeful strides.
"...Is your agent insane? Does he really think we'll cast Axel? Maybe being interviewed by the media made him arrogant enough to challenge studio politics," Henry muttered.
Wyatt stayed silent and took another bite of his pizza, unsure what to say. He, too, was confused about where Collin's confidence came from.
Collin left the cafeteria and returned to the waiting section in the hallway. He found Axel deeply focused, flipping through the script with furrowed brows. The studio had formally sent him a copy since Wyatt had invited him, so he had no excuse to pretend he didn't have a script or that he was unprepared.
"Axel, it's hard to convince them."
"Thank you, Collin. I know this might happen, but thank you for trying to help me." Axel smiled bitterly. The fact that he hadn't found a job for almost half a year showed how bad his situation was. From a business standpoint, Henry's refusal made sense.
"No, listen to me first. It's hard to convince them, but that doesn't mean it's impossible. As long as you impress them, you can get the role. That means you have to give your best in the audition." Collin tapped his shoulder firmly.
"You've got this. I trust you. You're a great actor with strong potential. This isn't your downfall, it's your comeback. I'll be there to watch you rise again."
Axel didn't know where Collin's confidence came from, but he didn't want to disappoint his agent. Collin had been helping him for four years, and this was the moment to prove himself to his friend, to the industry, and to himself.
"I will do my best. That's a promise."
Collin believed in him, so he had to believe in himself.
An hour later, Axel's name was called. He entered the audition room. The people inside glanced at him, most wearing cold expressions, as if already expecting to be unimpressed.
"Mr. Gunner, your scene is on page 4, the one where the killer calls your phone while you're watching TV."
Axel sat on the couch, staring at the static on the TV, acting as though he was watching a show with feigned boredom.
The phone rang beside him. He picked it up.
"I'm going to kill you—"
"Wazzup!"
Axel replied, shaking his tongue and crossing his eyes in an exaggerated, comical way.
The people in the room burst out laughing, caught off guard by the unexpected delivery. Even those ready to dismiss him were surprised.
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The group found their seats. Collin, Wyatt, and Henry were mostly eating pizza and donuts, each with a can of Coke in hand.
"Collin, I know the reason why you're here. I already discussed it with Wyatt. I'm against working with Axel Gunner. It's unfortunate what happened to him, but I have to prioritize the movie and make sure everything goes according to plan."
"Don't do this to me, Henry. You already worked with Axel in Week on a Cruise Ship. His work ethic is great, you even praised him back then during the celebration party. Give him another chance."
Collin had already expected Henry to be against casting Axel. The producer had bad experiences with scandals in the past and tended to avoid anything that could potentially damage the production's reputation.
But Collin couldn't let go of this opportunity. Axel was basically blacklisted by most of the industry. He needed to star in another movie to prove himself before the public completely forgot his name. Axel had to show that he was worth casting, that his past didn't define his future.
'We can't wait for the release of Face: Swap in summer. We should act while we can. Right now, we can audition for Frightening Movie and hopefully get a role,' Collin thought.
"I admit Axel is a great person, but that's not enough for me to abandon my principles. Besides, I'm not the only one against casting him. The representative from Uni-versus Pictures agreed with my decision. It's already a miracle that Axel Gunner even received an invitation to audition for the third round."
"..."
Collin didn't know what to say. He turned to Wyatt, and the director could only nod, a faint look of regret in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Collin. The only way to cast Axel is if we have a valid reason the higher-ups will accept," the director replied guiltily.
"It's alright, I don't blame you. You already helped Axel by recommending him. You're a great friend, Wyatt."
Collin had no intention of blaming Wyatt, he was just doing his job.
"It's not Axel's fault that his ex-wife is a bitch. He just did his best to protect his son." Collin turned to Henry, a frown etched on his face.
"We both know that, and I respect him for it. However, it's still true that he broke his last contract by initiating a custody battle. Touchpebbles Pictures asked him to postpone the case, but Axel didn't listen. He went through with it. Even if he's innocent, we can't have an actor who might be a liability. People sympathized with him, but sympathy isn't enough to convince us to risk millions of dollars."
"Then what if his performance is better than you expected?"
"Collin, let's be honest here. We worked with Axel two years ago, and his acting was just passable, nothing memorable. He's not bad, but he's also not great. If not for his connection to you and Wyatt, I wouldn't have even considered casting him. He's different from Lawrence Terrence, who can elevate every scene he's in."
"But what if his audition impresses you? Would you cast him then?"
"If his performance impresses me, I'll let go of my prejudice and cast him. But I'll add a clause in the contract stating that Axel will only receive his full salary once filming is complete and he hasn't caused any scandal or trouble from start to finish."
"You said it yourself. You should keep your promise." Collin's gaze was steady, his tone unwavering.
"Collin, Axel doesn't have the X-factor to convince us. Unless Lawrence possessed his body, Axel probably wouldn't get a role in this movie, no matter how much you want it." Henry's voice was firm.
"Then what about you, Wyatt?" Collin asked, his tone calm but challenging.
"I'm a director. I'm always looking for perfection. If Axel impresses me, I'll fight for him. I'll do my best to convince Henry and the Uni-versus Pictures representative, even if it means heated arguments."
Wyatt promised him. But just like Henry, he wasn't sure Axel could impress him. He had worked with Axel on two movies, and the man's performances had been decent but never remarkable, no defining moment that stood out.
"Then," Collin smirked confidently, "that's enough."
He stood abruptly.
"You must keep your promise. I'll wait until the audition is done because I know I'll have to negotiate Axel's salary today." Collin walked away with quick, purposeful strides.
"...Is your agent insane? Does he really think we'll cast Axel? Maybe being interviewed by the media made him arrogant enough to challenge studio politics," Henry muttered.
Wyatt stayed silent and took another bite of his pizza, unsure what to say. He, too, was confused about where Collin's confidence came from.
Collin left the cafeteria and returned to the waiting section in the hallway. He found Axel deeply focused, flipping through the script with furrowed brows. The studio had formally sent him a copy since Wyatt had invited him, so he had no excuse to pretend he didn't have a script or that he was unprepared.
"Axel, it's hard to convince them."
"Thank you, Collin. I know this might happen, but thank you for trying to help me." Axel smiled bitterly. The fact that he hadn't found a job for almost half a year showed how bad his situation was. From a business standpoint, Henry's refusal made sense.
"No, listen to me first. It's hard to convince them, but that doesn't mean it's impossible. As long as you impress them, you can get the role. That means you have to give your best in the audition." Collin tapped his shoulder firmly.
"You've got this. I trust you. You're a great actor with strong potential. This isn't your downfall, it's your comeback. I'll be there to watch you rise again."
Axel didn't know where Collin's confidence came from, but he didn't want to disappoint his agent. Collin had been helping him for four years, and this was the moment to prove himself to his friend, to the industry, and to himself.
"I will do my best. That's a promise."
Collin believed in him, so he had to believe in himself.
An hour later, Axel's name was called. He entered the audition room. The people inside glanced at him, most wearing cold expressions, as if already expecting to be unimpressed.
"Mr. Gunner, your scene is on page 4, the one where the killer calls your phone while you're watching TV."
Axel sat on the couch, staring at the static on the TV, acting as though he was watching a show with feigned boredom.
The phone rang beside him. He picked it up.
"I'm going to kill you—"
"Wazzup!"
Axel replied, shaking his tongue and crossing his eyes in an exaggerated, comical way.
The people in the room burst out laughing, caught off guard by the unexpected delivery. Even those ready to dismiss him were surprised.
---
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Chapter 114
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Axel's talent was adapting to his role and making sure he blended naturally with whatever character he was supposed to portray, no matter how absurd or strange that character might be. The role he was striving to get cast in was a tall cracker guy. Yes, the guy was tall but also a cocaine addict whose whole existence in the script was meant to be both ridiculous and comedic. Frightening Movie was a parody of countless horror movies, from slashers to ghost stories, and was obviously a comedy film.
The role was called Tall Cracker Guy... Don't expect anything deep.
In the scene where Axel was performing, the killer phone called the Tall Cracker Guy and tried to scare him, but Tall Cracker Guy thought it was his drug dealer instead, setting up the comedic misunderstanding the director wanted the audience to laugh at.
So when the killer said, "I'm going to kill you," Tall Cracker Guy was supposed to reply, "Are you my dealer? Man, we already talked about this a week ago, I'm not going to try weed. So don't push that lame ass grass at me! Don't threaten me!"
This was the exact line in the script, carefully written for comedic timing.
That was the line Axel was supposed to deliver. However, he improvised and did something different, taking the risk of injecting his own interpretation.
Based on how he understood the role, Tall Cracker Guy was probably under the influence while watching television, reacting to the world around him with exaggerated silliness. So when he answered the call, he was supposed to act like a crackhead whose mind wasn't entirely grounded in reality.
The best decision Axel could think of was to answer the call with an excited wazzup, believing the caller was his drug dealer. This small twist, in his mind, would immediately add a fresh comedic layer to the role.
So he answered with "Wazzup!" while shaking his head, sticking out his tongue, and crossing his eyes, exaggerating his movements as if mocking the stereotype. That was how he adapted to the role.
He performed the scene, and the audience burst out laughing so loudly that it filled the entire room. Even Wyatt laughed out loud while Henry choked on his own saliva from the sudden burst of comedy he wasn't prepared for.
Their reactions didn't affect Axel's performance. He kept going with the same confidence, showing he wasn't thrown off by the crowd.
"What?" Even the person reading the killer's lines couldn't respond correctly because Axel's improv had thrown off the expected flow of the dialogue.
"Ayo, what's happening bro? Got any coke? Although I have to remind you, I don't like the weak grass shit that you offered me last time." Axel altered the lines slightly to match his rhythm. He twirled the cable of the phone while vibing with an imaginary song in his head, looking fully lost in his high.
"What? No, no, I'm not your drug dealer. I'm a killer!"
"Then stop calling me, you dumb motherfucker. You're killing my vibe!"
"Listen to me! I'm inside your house. Hehe, I'm gonna kill you!"
Axel, playing Tall Cracker Guy, suddenly pulled out a machine gun and sprayed bullets all over the house until the killer, wearing a ghost mask, dropped dead in a way that looked like something straight out of a cartoon. Not even done, Tall Cracker Guy shoved a grenade into the killer's mouth and blew him up, overkill serving as the punchline of the entire act.
Boom!
With that, his performance ended, leaving the room in stunned silence as everyone tried to process the absurdity. Axel looked around and saw the production crew staring at him with surprise and disbelief at what they had just witnessed.
There was silence until Henry nudged Wyatt, snapping the director out of his daze.
"Axel, what you did earlier in the performance was obviously improvised. Tell me, why did you make that funny face?" Wyatt questioned curiously while scribbling in his script.
"Because I believe that's what Tall Cracker Guy would do. He does unexpected things because he's always high."
"I see..." Wyatt glanced at his script and nodded faintly before writing something down.
As for Henry, he didn't have any questions. He just sighed and massaged his forehead, not sure if he should laugh or cry.
Axel didn't know whether he had passed the audition or not. He simply left the room without a clear answer.
When he stepped outside, he saw Collin grinning at him as if he had already seen the future.
"Why are you grinning?" Axel asked, confused by Collin's reaction.
"Because you passed." Collin laughed.
"Huh?" Axel was even more confused.
"I heard people laughing inside, which means you passed. In a comedy film, an actor who can make people laugh immediately passes."
"Collin, that's just being arrogant and optimistic."
The other actors waiting for their turn nodded as they listened to the conversation. They knew laughter didn't always equal success in auditions. A laugh didn't necessarily mean they had landed the role.
"Anyway, don't leave right away. I'll settle the contract today." Collin and Axel walked quickly down the hallway.
"Collin, I don't understand. Why are you so confident that I'll pass?"
"You've improved as an actor and you made the production team laugh. That's enough justification to cast you, and in comedy, that reaction is priceless."
"Just like that? What about my issues then?"
"I already talked to Henry and Wyatt. They promised they'd let go of those issues as long as you impressed them, and you clearly just did."
"..."
Axel didn't know what to say. So he got a role simply by making the production team laugh? Just like that? It sounded too simple and too good to be true.
Actually, Collin didn't explain everything. He couldn't tell Axel that the words above his head were glowing brightly like a halo only he could see. His talent might be colored yellow, but it was shining like a light bulb radiating energy. Collin could clearly see that Axel's talent was improving, fast and obvious.
As they talked, the words above Axel's head slowly vanished as his talent faded after being used.
.........
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...
"Axel Gunner pass."
Wyatt declared firmly and without hesitation. The people in the room agreed, except for two who exchanged doubtful glances.
Henry, the producer, and Andy, the representative of Uni-versus Pictures, were against casting Axel Gunner.
The two kept silent as Wyatt continued explaining Axel's performance and why it stood out among the others. The director seized this moment to convince everyone to cast Axel. He was genuinely happy that Axel had proven himself instead of relying on connections, which made his case stronger. This time, Wyatt was proud to cast him because Axel excelled in his performance and exceeded expectations.
"We worked with Axel two years ago, and everyone can see that he's improved. His progress is so great that it would be a waste not to cast him. Besides, out of all the actors who auditioned for the role of Tall Cracker Guy, Axel delivered the best performance," Wyatt said with conviction.
He wanted to give Axel a chance to prove himself. It would be a shame for an actor showing such obvious talent to be forgotten by Hollywood simply because of past mistakes.
"But we can't just forget the fact that he broke his contract for his last movie. How can we be sure he won't do it again with us?" Andy from Uni-versus Pictures voiced his concern in a stern tone.
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Axel's talent was adapting to his role and making sure he blended naturally with whatever character he was supposed to portray, no matter how absurd or strange that character might be. The role he was striving to get cast in was a tall cracker guy. Yes, the guy was tall but also a cocaine addict whose whole existence in the script was meant to be both ridiculous and comedic. Frightening Movie was a parody of countless horror movies, from slashers to ghost stories, and was obviously a comedy film.
The role was called Tall Cracker Guy... Don't expect anything deep.
In the scene where Axel was performing, the killer phone called the Tall Cracker Guy and tried to scare him, but Tall Cracker Guy thought it was his drug dealer instead, setting up the comedic misunderstanding the director wanted the audience to laugh at.
So when the killer said, "I'm going to kill you," Tall Cracker Guy was supposed to reply, "Are you my dealer? Man, we already talked about this a week ago, I'm not going to try weed. So don't push that lame ass grass at me! Don't threaten me!"
This was the exact line in the script, carefully written for comedic timing.
That was the line Axel was supposed to deliver. However, he improvised and did something different, taking the risk of injecting his own interpretation.
Based on how he understood the role, Tall Cracker Guy was probably under the influence while watching television, reacting to the world around him with exaggerated silliness. So when he answered the call, he was supposed to act like a crackhead whose mind wasn't entirely grounded in reality.
The best decision Axel could think of was to answer the call with an excited wazzup, believing the caller was his drug dealer. This small twist, in his mind, would immediately add a fresh comedic layer to the role.
So he answered with "Wazzup!" while shaking his head, sticking out his tongue, and crossing his eyes, exaggerating his movements as if mocking the stereotype. That was how he adapted to the role.
He performed the scene, and the audience burst out laughing so loudly that it filled the entire room. Even Wyatt laughed out loud while Henry choked on his own saliva from the sudden burst of comedy he wasn't prepared for.
Their reactions didn't affect Axel's performance. He kept going with the same confidence, showing he wasn't thrown off by the crowd.
"What?" Even the person reading the killer's lines couldn't respond correctly because Axel's improv had thrown off the expected flow of the dialogue.
"Ayo, what's happening bro? Got any coke? Although I have to remind you, I don't like the weak grass shit that you offered me last time." Axel altered the lines slightly to match his rhythm. He twirled the cable of the phone while vibing with an imaginary song in his head, looking fully lost in his high.
"What? No, no, I'm not your drug dealer. I'm a killer!"
"Then stop calling me, you dumb motherfucker. You're killing my vibe!"
"Listen to me! I'm inside your house. Hehe, I'm gonna kill you!"
Axel, playing Tall Cracker Guy, suddenly pulled out a machine gun and sprayed bullets all over the house until the killer, wearing a ghost mask, dropped dead in a way that looked like something straight out of a cartoon. Not even done, Tall Cracker Guy shoved a grenade into the killer's mouth and blew him up, overkill serving as the punchline of the entire act.
Boom!
With that, his performance ended, leaving the room in stunned silence as everyone tried to process the absurdity. Axel looked around and saw the production crew staring at him with surprise and disbelief at what they had just witnessed.
There was silence until Henry nudged Wyatt, snapping the director out of his daze.
"Axel, what you did earlier in the performance was obviously improvised. Tell me, why did you make that funny face?" Wyatt questioned curiously while scribbling in his script.
"Because I believe that's what Tall Cracker Guy would do. He does unexpected things because he's always high."
"I see..." Wyatt glanced at his script and nodded faintly before writing something down.
As for Henry, he didn't have any questions. He just sighed and massaged his forehead, not sure if he should laugh or cry.
Axel didn't know whether he had passed the audition or not. He simply left the room without a clear answer.
When he stepped outside, he saw Collin grinning at him as if he had already seen the future.
"Why are you grinning?" Axel asked, confused by Collin's reaction.
"Because you passed." Collin laughed.
"Huh?" Axel was even more confused.
"I heard people laughing inside, which means you passed. In a comedy film, an actor who can make people laugh immediately passes."
"Collin, that's just being arrogant and optimistic."
The other actors waiting for their turn nodded as they listened to the conversation. They knew laughter didn't always equal success in auditions. A laugh didn't necessarily mean they had landed the role.
"Anyway, don't leave right away. I'll settle the contract today." Collin and Axel walked quickly down the hallway.
"Collin, I don't understand. Why are you so confident that I'll pass?"
"You've improved as an actor and you made the production team laugh. That's enough justification to cast you, and in comedy, that reaction is priceless."
"Just like that? What about my issues then?"
"I already talked to Henry and Wyatt. They promised they'd let go of those issues as long as you impressed them, and you clearly just did."
"..."
Axel didn't know what to say. So he got a role simply by making the production team laugh? Just like that? It sounded too simple and too good to be true.
Actually, Collin didn't explain everything. He couldn't tell Axel that the words above his head were glowing brightly like a halo only he could see. His talent might be colored yellow, but it was shining like a light bulb radiating energy. Collin could clearly see that Axel's talent was improving, fast and obvious.
As they talked, the words above Axel's head slowly vanished as his talent faded after being used.
.........
......
...
"Axel Gunner pass."
Wyatt declared firmly and without hesitation. The people in the room agreed, except for two who exchanged doubtful glances.
Henry, the producer, and Andy, the representative of Uni-versus Pictures, were against casting Axel Gunner.
The two kept silent as Wyatt continued explaining Axel's performance and why it stood out among the others. The director seized this moment to convince everyone to cast Axel. He was genuinely happy that Axel had proven himself instead of relying on connections, which made his case stronger. This time, Wyatt was proud to cast him because Axel excelled in his performance and exceeded expectations.
"We worked with Axel two years ago, and everyone can see that he's improved. His progress is so great that it would be a waste not to cast him. Besides, out of all the actors who auditioned for the role of Tall Cracker Guy, Axel delivered the best performance," Wyatt said with conviction.
He wanted to give Axel a chance to prove himself. It would be a shame for an actor showing such obvious talent to be forgotten by Hollywood simply because of past mistakes.
"But we can't just forget the fact that he broke his contract for his last movie. How can we be sure he won't do it again with us?" Andy from Uni-versus Pictures voiced his concern in a stern tone.
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"He worked with Week on a Cruise Ship and he didn't cause any scandal."
"And that's a different story. I know you're friends with Axel, but that shouldn't affect your judgment."
"It didn't affect my judgment. Axel is the perfect actor for the role of Tall Cracker Guy. Andy, I'm going to ask you, is Axel's performance good or bad?"
"... It's good." Andy gritted his teeth, his jaw tightening as though he hated admitting it aloud.
"Then we don't have anything to fight about. Axel will get the role." Wyatt was adamant this time, his voice carrying weight.
"Henry, are you in or not?" The director turned to the producer, who had been keeping his mouth shut for a long while, his silence creating a tense atmosphere.
Henry sighed deeply, rubbing the bridge of his nose before speaking as though he carried a burden.
"Let's cast Axel. As much as I hate to admit it, his performance impressed me. We are supposed to cast the best actor for each role. If the CEO and Chairman ask questions, I will answer them. I'll take responsibility."
When Henry said that, Andy sighed in relief. At least he wouldn't be the one to face the wrath of the boss if things went downhill, and that alone was enough to loosen the knot in his chest.
'Collin, I helped you this time. We are friends and I can't abandon that. Just don't ask for an expensive salary.'
Henry thought to himself, silently hoping Collin would be reasonable enough not to push things too far.
.........
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...
What Axel needed was exposure. He needed a chance to prove himself, a stage where he could claw his way back into the spotlight.
"Collin, I'm going to give you one offer, nothing more, nothing less. Axel Gunner's salary will only be $250,000. I know his last salary was over $1 million, but his reputation went downhill after that. Furthermore, he can only get the full $250,000 once all of his scenes are done filming. That will force him to behave and not cause any trouble. If you're against that, then consider this negotiation null."
Henry was satisfied that he delivered that line clearly. He had thought of everything he wanted to say before negotiating with Collin, carefully weighing each word so there was no loophole or opening to argue against him.
Collin listened seriously and remained silent for a few seconds. Then he smiled and extended his hand for a handshake, his expression showing both relief and quiet pride.
"It's a deal for me. Axel will work on your project, but he can't get his salary if he doesn't finish filming or if he starts a scandal."
Collin and Axel had already talked about it earlier. He explained to Axel the possibilities if he were cast in the movie, painting both the best-case and worst-case scenarios with brutal honesty. After thinking about it seriously, Axel agreed that he was fine with receiving his complete salary only once his job was done.
What he needed was to prove himself again. In fact, it didn't matter to him if he didn't get a salary at all. As long as he got the role, Axel would use that as his stepping stone to reach his goal.
Even Collin was surprised that Henry offered $250,000. He thought Henry would only offer a couple of thousand at best, which showed that Henry, for all his sharpness, still had some faith in Axel's potential.
Since Henry's offer was not that bad, Collin agreed. The two shook hands firmly, the gesture sealing not just a contract but also a bond of trust.
When Collin was done negotiating the contract, he saw a man in his 40s waiting for him.
"Anthony, how's your job?"
"Haha, it's alright. Better than what I expected when I first came on board."
Anthony was the person Collin had hired to become Wyatt's assistant director about three years ago. Anthony had been expelled from his last project because he offended the producer, a mistake that nearly ended his career until Collin took a chance on him.
"Looks like you're happy. That's great."
"I owe it to you."
"Me?"
"Yeah. Maybe you didn't know, but Producer Perberto was the one who fired me from my last job. I'm happy now that the bastard is rotting in jail together with his son who can't act." Anthony hugged Collin, and the talent agent felt awkward, not used to sudden affection from another man.
"I heard that you kicked their asses. Thank you. I got my revenge at last."
"I only beat Perberto's son. You should probably thank Arnold, he's the one who beat Producer Perberto."
"I will do that. Collin, thank you for doing God's work."
"Now that's a stretch, but I'll take the compliment if it makes you feel better."
"You don't have to worry. I'll take care of Wyatt. He is still young and he needs guidance from a veteran like me."
"That's great to hear."
Anthony said his thanks one last time before bidding farewell. He was happy that father and son were now in jail. Producer Perberto had tried to help his son become famous by starring him in a film, but the film failed at the box office. After that, his son didn't get into any more movies because he couldn't act, proving that connections alone couldn't sustain someone with no talent.
Collin exited Uni-Versus Pictures and found Axel waiting in the parking lot.
It was obvious from Axel's sweaty face that he was nervous, his palms clenching and unclenching as though preparing for the worst possible news.
"How's the negotiation?"
"You got the role. Your salary is $250,000, but you can only get that amount once you're done filming all of your scenes."
"..."
Axel was speechless as Collin tapped him on the shoulder, the reassuring touch grounding him in reality.
"Collin, you're probably the best talent agent in Hollywood."
"Today I've been receiving praises, this is not that bad." Collin grinned.
"I can't say that I'm the best talent agent in Hollywood, but I can assure you that I will always fight for your benefits. That's my job as a talent agent." Collin turned to Axel and was stunned to see the actor crying openly.
"Huh? Hey, why are you crying?"
"You saved my life twice. Thank you, Collin. I'll never forget everything you did for me." Axel wiped his tears with the back of his hand, trying to regain his composure.
"Twice? I don't remember doing that."
Collin opened his car, choosing not to press further. He found it awkward...
"Let's meet tomorrow. The lawyer will have to check the contract before you can sign it."
Axel nodded and waved as Collin's car left.
Collin didn't know that when they first met in the bar four years ago, Axel had been thinking of ending it all. Their meeting that night prevented him from going through with it, though Collin never realized how pivotal that small encounter had been.
Today, Collin saved him again from absolute destruction. He knew that his career as an actor was in peril and he felt like he could never make a comeback. However, Collin didn't give up and helped him get a role, pulling him back.
He saved his life twice, and Axel felt blessed that he had a friend like Collin, a friend he never thought he deserved but was grateful to have.
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"He worked with Week on a Cruise Ship and he didn't cause any scandal."
"And that's a different story. I know you're friends with Axel, but that shouldn't affect your judgment."
"It didn't affect my judgment. Axel is the perfect actor for the role of Tall Cracker Guy. Andy, I'm going to ask you, is Axel's performance good or bad?"
"... It's good." Andy gritted his teeth, his jaw tightening as though he hated admitting it aloud.
"Then we don't have anything to fight about. Axel will get the role." Wyatt was adamant this time, his voice carrying weight.
"Henry, are you in or not?" The director turned to the producer, who had been keeping his mouth shut for a long while, his silence creating a tense atmosphere.
Henry sighed deeply, rubbing the bridge of his nose before speaking as though he carried a burden.
"Let's cast Axel. As much as I hate to admit it, his performance impressed me. We are supposed to cast the best actor for each role. If the CEO and Chairman ask questions, I will answer them. I'll take responsibility."
When Henry said that, Andy sighed in relief. At least he wouldn't be the one to face the wrath of the boss if things went downhill, and that alone was enough to loosen the knot in his chest.
'Collin, I helped you this time. We are friends and I can't abandon that. Just don't ask for an expensive salary.'
Henry thought to himself, silently hoping Collin would be reasonable enough not to push things too far.
.........
......
...
What Axel needed was exposure. He needed a chance to prove himself, a stage where he could claw his way back into the spotlight.
"Collin, I'm going to give you one offer, nothing more, nothing less. Axel Gunner's salary will only be $250,000. I know his last salary was over $1 million, but his reputation went downhill after that. Furthermore, he can only get the full $250,000 once all of his scenes are done filming. That will force him to behave and not cause any trouble. If you're against that, then consider this negotiation null."
Henry was satisfied that he delivered that line clearly. He had thought of everything he wanted to say before negotiating with Collin, carefully weighing each word so there was no loophole or opening to argue against him.
Collin listened seriously and remained silent for a few seconds. Then he smiled and extended his hand for a handshake, his expression showing both relief and quiet pride.
"It's a deal for me. Axel will work on your project, but he can't get his salary if he doesn't finish filming or if he starts a scandal."
Collin and Axel had already talked about it earlier. He explained to Axel the possibilities if he were cast in the movie, painting both the best-case and worst-case scenarios with brutal honesty. After thinking about it seriously, Axel agreed that he was fine with receiving his complete salary only once his job was done.
What he needed was to prove himself again. In fact, it didn't matter to him if he didn't get a salary at all. As long as he got the role, Axel would use that as his stepping stone to reach his goal.
Even Collin was surprised that Henry offered $250,000. He thought Henry would only offer a couple of thousand at best, which showed that Henry, for all his sharpness, still had some faith in Axel's potential.
Since Henry's offer was not that bad, Collin agreed. The two shook hands firmly, the gesture sealing not just a contract but also a bond of trust.
When Collin was done negotiating the contract, he saw a man in his 40s waiting for him.
"Anthony, how's your job?"
"Haha, it's alright. Better than what I expected when I first came on board."
Anthony was the person Collin had hired to become Wyatt's assistant director about three years ago. Anthony had been expelled from his last project because he offended the producer, a mistake that nearly ended his career until Collin took a chance on him.
"Looks like you're happy. That's great."
"I owe it to you."
"Me?"
"Yeah. Maybe you didn't know, but Producer Perberto was the one who fired me from my last job. I'm happy now that the bastard is rotting in jail together with his son who can't act." Anthony hugged Collin, and the talent agent felt awkward, not used to sudden affection from another man.
"I heard that you kicked their asses. Thank you. I got my revenge at last."
"I only beat Perberto's son. You should probably thank Arnold, he's the one who beat Producer Perberto."
"I will do that. Collin, thank you for doing God's work."
"Now that's a stretch, but I'll take the compliment if it makes you feel better."
"You don't have to worry. I'll take care of Wyatt. He is still young and he needs guidance from a veteran like me."
"That's great to hear."
Anthony said his thanks one last time before bidding farewell. He was happy that father and son were now in jail. Producer Perberto had tried to help his son become famous by starring him in a film, but the film failed at the box office. After that, his son didn't get into any more movies because he couldn't act, proving that connections alone couldn't sustain someone with no talent.
Collin exited Uni-Versus Pictures and found Axel waiting in the parking lot.
It was obvious from Axel's sweaty face that he was nervous, his palms clenching and unclenching as though preparing for the worst possible news.
"How's the negotiation?"
"You got the role. Your salary is $250,000, but you can only get that amount once you're done filming all of your scenes."
"..."
Axel was speechless as Collin tapped him on the shoulder, the reassuring touch grounding him in reality.
"Collin, you're probably the best talent agent in Hollywood."
"Today I've been receiving praises, this is not that bad." Collin grinned.
"I can't say that I'm the best talent agent in Hollywood, but I can assure you that I will always fight for your benefits. That's my job as a talent agent." Collin turned to Axel and was stunned to see the actor crying openly.
"Huh? Hey, why are you crying?"
"You saved my life twice. Thank you, Collin. I'll never forget everything you did for me." Axel wiped his tears with the back of his hand, trying to regain his composure.
"Twice? I don't remember doing that."
Collin opened his car, choosing not to press further. He found it awkward...
"Let's meet tomorrow. The lawyer will have to check the contract before you can sign it."
Axel nodded and waved as Collin's car left.
Collin didn't know that when they first met in the bar four years ago, Axel had been thinking of ending it all. Their meeting that night prevented him from going through with it, though Collin never realized how pivotal that small encounter had been.
Today, Collin saved him again from absolute destruction. He knew that his career as an actor was in peril and he felt like he could never make a comeback. However, Collin didn't give up and helped him get a role, pulling him back.
He saved his life twice, and Axel felt blessed that he had a friend like Collin, a friend he never thought he deserved but was grateful to have.
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Behind The Spotlight Chapter 116
Just like that, March arrived.
Within the past few months, Collin's clients had been busy with their respective projects, each of them diving deeper into their careers.
Lawrence was working on Bride Runaway. So far, the project was already three-fourths done with its filming, and the production team was pushing hard to meet deadlines, juggling multiple sets, costumes, and late-night shoots. Being the lead actor of this romance movie, Lawrence had at least 80% of the total screentime. It was both a blessing and a curse since every expression, every misstep, would be scrutinized more than anyone else's. It also meant that he had to attend every single filming session, just like Jolyne Robs who, like him, barely had time to sleep and lived off endless cups of coffee just to keep her energy steady.
By the way, Collin still had no idea what was going on between Jolyne Robs and Arnold Johnson, though he occasionally caught subtle glances and unspoken tension between the two. Arnold kept quiet about it and never spoke of his clients, maintaining the professional conduct the industry demanded. An agent should never discuss the personal lives of clients with strangers, because one careless slip could ruin reputations and careers overnight.
Aside from Lawrence, Axel was also doing well. Even though his salary had dropped to $250,000 after the scandal, he was satisfied that he had landed another movie. In his heart, he knew that simply staying relevant after such a scandal was already a victory. Actually, his last film, Week On A Cruise Ship, had paid him $250,000 as well, and now his salary for Frightening Movie was the same, which gave him a strange sense of déjà vu. He felt like he had gone back to the time when he was still a nobody auditioning for Week On A Cruise Ship. He attended script readings and rehearsals without fail, notebook in hand and determination in his eyes. He never missed a session, even when he was exhausted, he dragged himself there, unwilling to risk missing a single chance to prove himself. He treated this opportunity as if the role itself were his lifeline in a ruthless industry.
As for Wyatt, the director of Frightening Movie, he was working closely with both Axel and Henry. He often stayed up until dawn fine-tuning details and discussing scenes over take-out meals. Being the director, he had to be present all the time and oversee the progress of pre-production, from costume fittings to location scouting. His schedule was packed to the brim. Thankfully, Henry Greyson's last project with Director Esteban had ended a few weeks ago, giving him some space to breathe. For now, he didn't have too many responsibilities, which was a rare relief.
As for Jennifer...
"My job is done at last, fuck yeah."
Jennifer exhaled as she sat across from Collin. Her job as the host of The Singing Voice was finally over, at least for now, and she could at last sleep without memorizing cue cards or worrying about last-minute script changes.
"Congratulations. The Singing Voice is a massive success. The last episode got a huge rating, 34 million people watched it. Your hosting was a big factor in that. You carried yourself with confidence, and even the sponsors have been showering us with praise." Collin smiled. He had no reason to lie.
The two were speaking in Collin's office.
Jennifer had worked hard hosting the competition and deserved the recognition. She carried herself with grace on stage, even when she was crumbling off-camera.
The Singing Voice was one of the most successful talent shows on television in recent years, so much so that rival networks were scrambling to copy its formula. Many networks were already considering launching their own singing competitions, hoping to grab a slice of the market. Maybe they'd title it something like American Singing Idol or X-Factory... definitely not a cheap knock-off.
"That's right, I worked hard, and damn, it feels good to finally be recognized." Jennifer grinned, happy to be acknowledged.
"Since I did great, how about giving me a cigarette? I forgot mine, and I'm dying for just one puff." She wiggled her fingers, itching for a smoke, her body restless at the very thought.
"You know I don't smoke. Besides, I already told you, you should stop. It's not good for your health."
"Shut your bitch ass up. You're not my mom, so stop nagging me like one." Jennifer clicked her tongue in irritation, though her faint smirk betrayed she was teasing.
She knew smoking was bad, but she couldn't help it. She wasn't a heavy smoker, but when she started hosting The Singing Voice, the hectic schedule wore her down. Anxiety often followed her after the cameras stopped rolling, and cigarettes became her quick escape. After a month of smoking, it became hard to stop. Every attempt to quit ended in cravings and irritability.
Out of all of Collin's clients, only Axel wasn't smoking, which was ironic, considering his life had been the most stressful lately. Collin shook his head.
"Why are you so concerned about my smoking habits when I never asked you to play doctor?"
"I'm your agent. That means I get to nag if it keeps you alive long enough to keep making money."
"And? Fuck off."
"It's really a miracle how you never swear while hosting the show. You didn't even grow up in the ghetto; you're from a gated neighborhood. Where did you even learn to curse like that?" Collin asked, still impressed by Jennifer's sailor mouth.
"Of course I didn't swear. That would cost me my job. Especially the last five episodes, they were broadcast live. I had to be mindful of every word. Every second felt like walking on eggshells." She scoffed.
"You didn't answer my question, though. Where did you learn to speak like that?"
"It's none of your business, so drop it before I really start swearing."
Jennifer didn't want to admit that she had been depressed in middle school after her older brother died. The pain of losing him had twisted her, pushing her toward the wrong crowd. She learned to swear and curse as if every ugly word was armor against the world.
Her parents had been heartbroken, but Jennifer ignored them and continued down a reckless path, skipping school, sneaking out late, disregarding every warning sign. Thankfully, she eventually realized her mistakes and chose to follow her dreams instead of self-destruction. Still, she had a hard time letting go of her foul mouth, just as she couldn't shake her new addiction to cigarettes.
"Collin, you really don't have any cigarettes? Please, I just need one. I swear."
"I have chewing gum, if that counts as comfort."
"You're useless. I'd suck a cock for a cigarette, and I'm not even kidding right now."
"Thank God we're talking in my office. If you said that in public, I don't know what would happen. Jennifer, you need to tone down your foul words. That can affect your career. If the cameras ever catch the real you, people won't forget it. Especially now that you're hosting a singing competition."
"... I'll try, but don't expect miracles overnight."
"So, when's season 2 going to start?"
Since The Singing Voice was a hit, the TV network had no problem renewing the contract, this time with even bigger sponsors lining up. The profits were huge, securing its spot as the flagship program for next year. They also made a fortune from advertisements, merchandise, and sold-out live audience tickets.
As for Jennifer, she earned $264,000 from hosting the show's 22 episodes. Her salary per episode was $12,000, a life-changing sum for most.
Jennifer was happy with her earnings, but she also wanted more. In this business, satisfaction never lasted long. Unfortunately, profit-sharing worked differently in TV shows than in movies, so Jennifer received no bonus. Despite her success, it left a bittersweet taste.
"You don't have any projects for me? Season 2 won't start until September, so I have a few months free. And I'm not the type to sit around doing nothing," Jennifer said.
"Take it slow. Go on vacation or something before you burn yourself out."
"So you don't have a job for me?"
"Yeah, I don't. Even if I auditioned you for a movie, you'd probably get rejected—Ack! Why did you do that? That's assault. You almost hit me!"
Jennifer had thrown a pen at Collin, and he barely dodged it.
Just like that, March arrived.
Within the past few months, Collin's clients had been busy with their respective projects, each of them diving deeper into their careers.
Lawrence was working on Bride Runaway. So far, the project was already three-fourths done with its filming, and the production team was pushing hard to meet deadlines, juggling multiple sets, costumes, and late-night shoots. Being the lead actor of this romance movie, Lawrence had at least 80% of the total screentime. It was both a blessing and a curse since every expression, every misstep, would be scrutinized more than anyone else's. It also meant that he had to attend every single filming session, just like Jolyne Robs who, like him, barely had time to sleep and lived off endless cups of coffee just to keep her energy steady.
By the way, Collin still had no idea what was going on between Jolyne Robs and Arnold Johnson, though he occasionally caught subtle glances and unspoken tension between the two. Arnold kept quiet about it and never spoke of his clients, maintaining the professional conduct the industry demanded. An agent should never discuss the personal lives of clients with strangers, because one careless slip could ruin reputations and careers overnight.
Aside from Lawrence, Axel was also doing well. Even though his salary had dropped to $250,000 after the scandal, he was satisfied that he had landed another movie. In his heart, he knew that simply staying relevant after such a scandal was already a victory. Actually, his last film, Week On A Cruise Ship, had paid him $250,000 as well, and now his salary for Frightening Movie was the same, which gave him a strange sense of déjà vu. He felt like he had gone back to the time when he was still a nobody auditioning for Week On A Cruise Ship. He attended script readings and rehearsals without fail, notebook in hand and determination in his eyes. He never missed a session, even when he was exhausted, he dragged himself there, unwilling to risk missing a single chance to prove himself. He treated this opportunity as if the role itself were his lifeline in a ruthless industry.
As for Wyatt, the director of Frightening Movie, he was working closely with both Axel and Henry. He often stayed up until dawn fine-tuning details and discussing scenes over take-out meals. Being the director, he had to be present all the time and oversee the progress of pre-production, from costume fittings to location scouting. His schedule was packed to the brim. Thankfully, Henry Greyson's last project with Director Esteban had ended a few weeks ago, giving him some space to breathe. For now, he didn't have too many responsibilities, which was a rare relief.
As for Jennifer...
"My job is done at last, fuck yeah."
Jennifer exhaled as she sat across from Collin. Her job as the host of The Singing Voice was finally over, at least for now, and she could at last sleep without memorizing cue cards or worrying about last-minute script changes.
"Congratulations. The Singing Voice is a massive success. The last episode got a huge rating, 34 million people watched it. Your hosting was a big factor in that. You carried yourself with confidence, and even the sponsors have been showering us with praise." Collin smiled. He had no reason to lie.
The two were speaking in Collin's office.
Jennifer had worked hard hosting the competition and deserved the recognition. She carried herself with grace on stage, even when she was crumbling off-camera.
The Singing Voice was one of the most successful talent shows on television in recent years, so much so that rival networks were scrambling to copy its formula. Many networks were already considering launching their own singing competitions, hoping to grab a slice of the market. Maybe they'd title it something like American Singing Idol or X-Factory... definitely not a cheap knock-off.
"That's right, I worked hard, and damn, it feels good to finally be recognized." Jennifer grinned, happy to be acknowledged.
"Since I did great, how about giving me a cigarette? I forgot mine, and I'm dying for just one puff." She wiggled her fingers, itching for a smoke, her body restless at the very thought.
"You know I don't smoke. Besides, I already told you, you should stop. It's not good for your health."
"Shut your bitch ass up. You're not my mom, so stop nagging me like one." Jennifer clicked her tongue in irritation, though her faint smirk betrayed she was teasing.
She knew smoking was bad, but she couldn't help it. She wasn't a heavy smoker, but when she started hosting The Singing Voice, the hectic schedule wore her down. Anxiety often followed her after the cameras stopped rolling, and cigarettes became her quick escape. After a month of smoking, it became hard to stop. Every attempt to quit ended in cravings and irritability.
Out of all of Collin's clients, only Axel wasn't smoking, which was ironic, considering his life had been the most stressful lately. Collin shook his head.
"Why are you so concerned about my smoking habits when I never asked you to play doctor?"
"I'm your agent. That means I get to nag if it keeps you alive long enough to keep making money."
"And? Fuck off."
"It's really a miracle how you never swear while hosting the show. You didn't even grow up in the ghetto; you're from a gated neighborhood. Where did you even learn to curse like that?" Collin asked, still impressed by Jennifer's sailor mouth.
"Of course I didn't swear. That would cost me my job. Especially the last five episodes, they were broadcast live. I had to be mindful of every word. Every second felt like walking on eggshells." She scoffed.
"You didn't answer my question, though. Where did you learn to speak like that?"
"It's none of your business, so drop it before I really start swearing."
Jennifer didn't want to admit that she had been depressed in middle school after her older brother died. The pain of losing him had twisted her, pushing her toward the wrong crowd. She learned to swear and curse as if every ugly word was armor against the world.
Her parents had been heartbroken, but Jennifer ignored them and continued down a reckless path, skipping school, sneaking out late, disregarding every warning sign. Thankfully, she eventually realized her mistakes and chose to follow her dreams instead of self-destruction. Still, she had a hard time letting go of her foul mouth, just as she couldn't shake her new addiction to cigarettes.
"Collin, you really don't have any cigarettes? Please, I just need one. I swear."
"I have chewing gum, if that counts as comfort."
"You're useless. I'd suck a cock for a cigarette, and I'm not even kidding right now."
"Thank God we're talking in my office. If you said that in public, I don't know what would happen. Jennifer, you need to tone down your foul words. That can affect your career. If the cameras ever catch the real you, people won't forget it. Especially now that you're hosting a singing competition."
"... I'll try, but don't expect miracles overnight."
"So, when's season 2 going to start?"
Since The Singing Voice was a hit, the TV network had no problem renewing the contract, this time with even bigger sponsors lining up. The profits were huge, securing its spot as the flagship program for next year. They also made a fortune from advertisements, merchandise, and sold-out live audience tickets.
As for Jennifer, she earned $264,000 from hosting the show's 22 episodes. Her salary per episode was $12,000, a life-changing sum for most.
Jennifer was happy with her earnings, but she also wanted more. In this business, satisfaction never lasted long. Unfortunately, profit-sharing worked differently in TV shows than in movies, so Jennifer received no bonus. Despite her success, it left a bittersweet taste.
"You don't have any projects for me? Season 2 won't start until September, so I have a few months free. And I'm not the type to sit around doing nothing," Jennifer said.
"Take it slow. Go on vacation or something before you burn yourself out."
"So you don't have a job for me?"
"Yeah, I don't. Even if I auditioned you for a movie, you'd probably get rejected—Ack! Why did you do that? That's assault. You almost hit me!"
Jennifer had thrown a pen at Collin, and he barely dodged it.
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"You're belittling me. I don't like it."
"..."
Collin was speechless.
'Jennifer, that attitude of yours might be your downfall.' He sighed softly.
"Act like a proper woman."
"So I don't look like a woman to you?" Jennifer stared at the small vase on the tea table with narrowed eyes, her fingers drumming absentmindedly.
"Ahem, anyway, you don't have to work hard. You should be happy instead. You have a constant job now. You don't need to audition for movies and waste time. Being the host of a singing competition guarantees you income every year."
She earned $12,000 per episode. With 22 episodes per season, it was an amount that anyone would be happy to work with.
"I agree with you, but hosting is also tiring compared to acting in a movie for just a few months. Collin, I've been busy for half a year hosting the show without a proper break."
"You want to resign then?"
"Of course not. Resigning would be foolish now that I finally have something steady to hold onto."
"Alright. You don't have to worry. I know why you wanted to talk to me. I'll negotiate your contract. What salary are you comfortable with?"
"At least double my last salary."
"So it should be about $25,000 per episode... Okay, I'll try to get that. You already have a stable job, so you should keep it. If I'm right, The Singing Voice will remain profitable for at least a decade since singing competitions usually thrive for a long time. In fact, I received news that season one earned at least $100 million in profit."
"Really, that much?" Jennifer was surprised. She leaned closer slightly, almost doubting her ears. She had been so consumed with her work that the scale of the show's success never truly registered until this moment.
"The director of the show is a client of ANT. You probably know that."
"Yeah, you said you negotiated with his agent to hire me."
"That's right."
Collin recalled his talks with Vanessa Yajiro. That Asian woman was a bit too much...
The information regarding the show's profit came from her team, although it was just a ballpark estimate. The exact amount was still a secret locked behind contracts and confidentiality agreements.
But with that as a basis, Collin could probably negotiate a better contract for Jennifer.
'If I successfully close a deal of $25,000 per episode and Season 2 also has 22 episodes, then Jennifer's salary will be $550,000. More than half a million, and 5% of that will be my commission.'
Collin slightly licked his lips, his deep green eyes glinting as his mind calculated fast. His commission would be $27,500. That was better than the commission he earned from negotiating Axel's salary two months ago.
"Collin, don't stare at me like that." Jennifer averted her gaze, her thighs rubbing against each other. She hated it whenever Collin stared coldly at her; it made her quiver, as if his gaze pierced straight through her, leaving her defenseless in ways she couldn't explain.
"Sorry about that. I was just thinking about something important."
Collin and Jennifer's meeting ended. Jennifer only visited his office to find out if he had another job for her or perhaps a new role.
However, she also admitted that her situation was better now. At least she didn't have to search for projects every other month. Now she had a steady one. The best she could do was maintain her role as the host of The Singing Voice. She also admitted she needed to tone down her potty mouth since one careless remark could spread quickly in the industry.
Unfortunately, it was hard to change a habit ingrained for more than a decade. Even her parents couldn't fix that problem despite the countless times they scolded her.
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Two more months passed, and it was now May 1998, the air hotter with the summer breeze.
During that month, Collin successfully sealed a deal with the producer of The Singing Voice.
Jennifer's salary per episode was $27,000. It was better than she expected, and it gave her the confidence that her worth was slowly being recognized.
Actually, Collin had pushed for $30,000 since he would earn more with that figure.
Unfortunately, the producer of the show was firm and unyielding, not the type to be swayed by smooth words or clever tactics. He refused to agree to $30,000 and even threatened to replace the host if Collin didn't back down. After four days of negotiation, both sides settled at $27,000 per episode.
If Season 2 had the same number of episodes as Season 1, Jennifer would earn $594,000 from the whole season. Naturally, Collin's 5% commission came to $29,700, money that flowed straight into his accounts.
While this was happening, Axel became busier with filming Frightening Movie and promoting Face: Swap.
Even though Axel lost his remaining salary, he was still legally obligated to promote the movie. He couldn't blame the studio since he was the one who broke the contract. Axel held no grudge against Pebblestone Pictures. Burning bridges would only suffocate his career faster.
He attended every promotion that the production team arranged while juggling his role in Frightening Movie. Fortunately, the film had many lead characters, and Axel's screen time wasn't that long. He appeared in about 30% of the film, which wasn't bad considering the exposure he still gained.
May 7, 1998. Friday.
The premiere of Face: Swap took place. Movie premieres usually happened on Friday at midnight.
Axel and the cast of Face: Swap stepped onto the red carpet.
Touchpebbles Pictures had received positive results when they screened the film to test audiences, so they invested in a full red carpet event complete with flashing cameras and reporters shouting for attention.
Axel had already experienced a premiere with a red carpet during Week On A Cruise Ship. Even so, he was surprised when some people showed real support as he waved, the cheers ringing louder than he expected. He realized he actually had fans.
Well, Axel Gunner had starred in three movies, so it wasn't surprising he had gained some. Especially since The Accidental Wedding Crashers and Week On A Cruise Ship were both box office hits.
Axel was approached by a reporter.
"Axel, we know you suffered such a tragedy when your son was abused by your ex-wife. What can you say about that?"
The male reporter didn't hold back, stabbing him in the painful spot like a predator circling its prey, waiting to feast on Axel's discomfort.
Fortunately, Collin and the PR agent had already prepared him for this kind of situation. Axel forced a bitter smile and laughed softly, his tone carrying both strength and weariness, a father trying to maintain dignity despite his wound being reopened in public.
"It was a terrible time. As a father, I couldn't sleep or eat. But I'm happy now that justice prevailed and I'm the one taking care of my son."
"That's wonderful to hear. So, about your son, he was treated poorly..."
Reporters kept pressing questions about his son, but Axel controlled his expression with discipline. He knew the reporter was waiting for a moment when he would break and lash out.
However, Axel understood the importance of this premiere. He couldn't afford to make a scene. His career was fragile, so he held back... He actually wanted to punch the reporter but clenched his fists in his pockets, forcing himself to be patient.
After a few minutes of keeping calm with a smile on his face, Axel excused himself as the premiere was about to begin.
He realized how heartless reporters could be. They didn't care if they offended people; they only wanted headlines, and the crueler the story, the better it sold.
[Author's Note: Thank you guys for all your support. You can read more on my Patreon.]
"You're belittling me. I don't like it."
"..."
Collin was speechless.
'Jennifer, that attitude of yours might be your downfall.' He sighed softly.
"Act like a proper woman."
"So I don't look like a woman to you?" Jennifer stared at the small vase on the tea table with narrowed eyes, her fingers drumming absentmindedly.
"Ahem, anyway, you don't have to work hard. You should be happy instead. You have a constant job now. You don't need to audition for movies and waste time. Being the host of a singing competition guarantees you income every year."
She earned $12,000 per episode. With 22 episodes per season, it was an amount that anyone would be happy to work with.
"I agree with you, but hosting is also tiring compared to acting in a movie for just a few months. Collin, I've been busy for half a year hosting the show without a proper break."
"You want to resign then?"
"Of course not. Resigning would be foolish now that I finally have something steady to hold onto."
"Alright. You don't have to worry. I know why you wanted to talk to me. I'll negotiate your contract. What salary are you comfortable with?"
"At least double my last salary."
"So it should be about $25,000 per episode... Okay, I'll try to get that. You already have a stable job, so you should keep it. If I'm right, The Singing Voice will remain profitable for at least a decade since singing competitions usually thrive for a long time. In fact, I received news that season one earned at least $100 million in profit."
"Really, that much?" Jennifer was surprised. She leaned closer slightly, almost doubting her ears. She had been so consumed with her work that the scale of the show's success never truly registered until this moment.
"The director of the show is a client of ANT. You probably know that."
"Yeah, you said you negotiated with his agent to hire me."
"That's right."
Collin recalled his talks with Vanessa Yajiro. That Asian woman was a bit too much...
The information regarding the show's profit came from her team, although it was just a ballpark estimate. The exact amount was still a secret locked behind contracts and confidentiality agreements.
But with that as a basis, Collin could probably negotiate a better contract for Jennifer.
'If I successfully close a deal of $25,000 per episode and Season 2 also has 22 episodes, then Jennifer's salary will be $550,000. More than half a million, and 5% of that will be my commission.'
Collin slightly licked his lips, his deep green eyes glinting as his mind calculated fast. His commission would be $27,500. That was better than the commission he earned from negotiating Axel's salary two months ago.
"Collin, don't stare at me like that." Jennifer averted her gaze, her thighs rubbing against each other. She hated it whenever Collin stared coldly at her; it made her quiver, as if his gaze pierced straight through her, leaving her defenseless in ways she couldn't explain.
"Sorry about that. I was just thinking about something important."
Collin and Jennifer's meeting ended. Jennifer only visited his office to find out if he had another job for her or perhaps a new role.
However, she also admitted that her situation was better now. At least she didn't have to search for projects every other month. Now she had a steady one. The best she could do was maintain her role as the host of The Singing Voice. She also admitted she needed to tone down her potty mouth since one careless remark could spread quickly in the industry.
Unfortunately, it was hard to change a habit ingrained for more than a decade. Even her parents couldn't fix that problem despite the countless times they scolded her.
.........
......
...
Two more months passed, and it was now May 1998, the air hotter with the summer breeze.
During that month, Collin successfully sealed a deal with the producer of The Singing Voice.
Jennifer's salary per episode was $27,000. It was better than she expected, and it gave her the confidence that her worth was slowly being recognized.
Actually, Collin had pushed for $30,000 since he would earn more with that figure.
Unfortunately, the producer of the show was firm and unyielding, not the type to be swayed by smooth words or clever tactics. He refused to agree to $30,000 and even threatened to replace the host if Collin didn't back down. After four days of negotiation, both sides settled at $27,000 per episode.
If Season 2 had the same number of episodes as Season 1, Jennifer would earn $594,000 from the whole season. Naturally, Collin's 5% commission came to $29,700, money that flowed straight into his accounts.
While this was happening, Axel became busier with filming Frightening Movie and promoting Face: Swap.
Even though Axel lost his remaining salary, he was still legally obligated to promote the movie. He couldn't blame the studio since he was the one who broke the contract. Axel held no grudge against Pebblestone Pictures. Burning bridges would only suffocate his career faster.
He attended every promotion that the production team arranged while juggling his role in Frightening Movie. Fortunately, the film had many lead characters, and Axel's screen time wasn't that long. He appeared in about 30% of the film, which wasn't bad considering the exposure he still gained.
May 7, 1998. Friday.
The premiere of Face: Swap took place. Movie premieres usually happened on Friday at midnight.
Axel and the cast of Face: Swap stepped onto the red carpet.
Touchpebbles Pictures had received positive results when they screened the film to test audiences, so they invested in a full red carpet event complete with flashing cameras and reporters shouting for attention.
Axel had already experienced a premiere with a red carpet during Week On A Cruise Ship. Even so, he was surprised when some people showed real support as he waved, the cheers ringing louder than he expected. He realized he actually had fans.
Well, Axel Gunner had starred in three movies, so it wasn't surprising he had gained some. Especially since The Accidental Wedding Crashers and Week On A Cruise Ship were both box office hits.
Axel was approached by a reporter.
"Axel, we know you suffered such a tragedy when your son was abused by your ex-wife. What can you say about that?"
The male reporter didn't hold back, stabbing him in the painful spot like a predator circling its prey, waiting to feast on Axel's discomfort.
Fortunately, Collin and the PR agent had already prepared him for this kind of situation. Axel forced a bitter smile and laughed softly, his tone carrying both strength and weariness, a father trying to maintain dignity despite his wound being reopened in public.
"It was a terrible time. As a father, I couldn't sleep or eat. But I'm happy now that justice prevailed and I'm the one taking care of my son."
"That's wonderful to hear. So, about your son, he was treated poorly..."
Reporters kept pressing questions about his son, but Axel controlled his expression with discipline. He knew the reporter was waiting for a moment when he would break and lash out.
However, Axel understood the importance of this premiere. He couldn't afford to make a scene. His career was fragile, so he held back... He actually wanted to punch the reporter but clenched his fists in his pockets, forcing himself to be patient.
After a few minutes of keeping calm with a smile on his face, Axel excused himself as the premiere was about to begin.
He realized how heartless reporters could be. They didn't care if they offended people; they only wanted headlines, and the crueler the story, the better it sold.
[Author's Note: Thank you guys for all your support. You can read more on my Patreon.]
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Face: Swap was about an FBI agent who underwent an experimental surgery to switch faces with a terrorist in order to stop a bomb threat.
But when the FBI agent woke up and took the terrorist's face and identity, the two men were trapped in each other's lives in the cruelest twist. The FBI agent was sent to the prison meant for the terrorist, while the terrorist lived a life filled with pleasures and freedom. The terrorist even slept with the FBI agent's wife, savoring the deception. He became a hero after stopping the very bomb he had created.
After a death-defying stunt, the FBI agent successfully escaped the prison to face his enemy and take back what was stolen.
A deadly cat-and-mouse chase ensued as they fought through brutal gunfights and tense pursuits, each determined to reclaim their identity and destroy the other.
In the end, the FBI agent killed the terrorist in a dramatic showdown, but his face was damaged during the battle. Fortunately, with the help of the doctors, he reclaimed both his life and his face.
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...
The audience clapped with excitement and appreciation when the credits rolled. They were satisfied and entertained by the movie. The two actors' performances were convincing; one was already a famous star, while the other was a rising name.
The audience didn't know Axel's name, but they recognized him from other movies such as The Accidental Wedding Crashers and Week On A Cruise Ship. Axel's performances in those comedies were entertaining, but they hadn't been impressed, good enough, yes, but not groundbreaking.
However, Axel's performance as both the FBI agent and the terrorist in Face: Swap was astonishing. People couldn't stop talking about it. The audience realized Axel could deliver a serious role, proving his potential was far greater than they had first assumed. They had thought this actor was only suited for comedy, but they were wrong, completely wrong.
Furthermore, Face: Swap was a great movie overall. The audience loved it. The idea of switching faces and stealing someone's identity was such an intriguing plot that it sparked conversations long after the credits ended. The film explored this theme convincingly and entertainingly. Viewers had no hesitation recommending the movie to friends, and some even planned to watch it again.
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May 7, 1998. Friday. Face: Swap grossed $14 million in its first 24 hours at the North American box office. Touchpebbles Pictures was satisfied when they received the data. At best, they had expected the movie to gross $9 million, and even that projection was considered optimistic.
Still, such a strong start was welcomed with open arms. Who wouldn't want more money and the prestige of a box-office hit?
May 8, 1998. Saturday. The movie's gross climbed to $31 million. Executives at Touchpebbles Pictures and Wash Dismay Studio were thrilled, since this suggested the film would have long legs in the market.
Face: Swap opened in 3,210 theaters across North America, from small towns to major cities. The Cinema Alliance was already considering increasing the number of theaters the following week to capitalize on the buzz.
May 9, 1998. Sunday. The film's opening weekend grossed $43 million. After just three days, its performance convinced Touchpebbles Pictures that the movie was a success beyond expectations.
The studio decided to intensify promotion with interviews, late-night talk show appearances, and additional TV spots.
Because of this, Axel Gunner had to juggle his schedule more than ever. He traveled across the country, city to city, tirelessly promoting Face: Swap. At the same time, he requested a week off from filming Frightening Movie.
Meanwhile, Collin had a serious conversation with Quincy Jennings.
Quincy Jennings, Axel's entertainment lawyer, represented him and several other clients. Collin and Quincy were discussing Axel's contract for Face: Swap.
"So you're telling me that Axel can get a bonus?"
"I read his contract carefully, so I know. Axel did break the contract, which makes him ineligible for the rest of his salary. However, since he still appeared in the movie, the contract states he can earn a 0.2% bonus from the 30-day box office, provided Face: Swap recouped its investment within 7 days, which is no easy feat." Quincy explained.
"Face: Swap had a budget of $50 million," Quincy added.
"And today is the seventh day of its screening!"
Collin immediately grabbed the day's newspaper and scanned for the box-office report.
"As of May 13, 1998, Face: Swap grossed over $55 million. The movie performed strongly, and audiences loved the chemistry between the two lead actors…"
Collin stopped reading and grinned at Quincy, feeling a wave of relief.
"I only told you today because I wasn't sure the movie would be a hit. I didn't want to get your hopes up if it failed to recoup its cost within a week," Quincy admitted.
"Quincy, you're a great help!"
"Of course, I'll get paid for this, right?"
"No doubt."
The two men laughed. Money was the biggest motivation that fueled them, which was exactly why they had chosen their careers.
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Days passed as Axel continued filming Frightening Movie while also promoting Face: Swap. It felt as though he was living two different lives.
Finally, when the 30th day of Face: Swap arrived, Axel received a call from Collin.
"You mean I'll earn a bonus?"
"That's right. The accountant is working on it. I'm also negotiating with Touchpebbles Pictures."
Collin was trying to convince the studio that Axel's performance was worth rewarding, and that he shouldn't be dismissed for one past mistake.
After some deliberation, Touchpebbles Pictures agreed Axel deserved the bonus. Still, after the issue he had caused earlier, the studio decided not to work with him again in order to avoid further complications. Fortunately, Face: Swap was designed as a standalone film with no sequel planned; otherwise, the tension would have been unbearable.
A few days later, after financial calculations and persistent follow-ups from Axel's accountant, Touchpebbles Pictures settled the account begrudgingly but fairly.
By its 30th day, the movie had grossed over $125 million, cementing itself as a commercial success.
As a result, Axel received $225,000. This was his final take-home amount after his accountant, entertainment lawyer, and talent agent took their commissions.
Axel didn't mind that the amount was cut. His team deserved their share for all their hard work. In fact, he felt grateful to receive the bonus at all, considering the pressure he had endured. He had been struggling financially and emotionally, and the earnings came as a much-needed relief.
Now, he realized how important it was to have a great team supporting him. At least he knew there were people willing to help him succeed, while also benefiting themselves. It was a mutual gain.
Face: Swap was about an FBI agent who underwent an experimental surgery to switch faces with a terrorist in order to stop a bomb threat.
But when the FBI agent woke up and took the terrorist's face and identity, the two men were trapped in each other's lives in the cruelest twist. The FBI agent was sent to the prison meant for the terrorist, while the terrorist lived a life filled with pleasures and freedom. The terrorist even slept with the FBI agent's wife, savoring the deception. He became a hero after stopping the very bomb he had created.
After a death-defying stunt, the FBI agent successfully escaped the prison to face his enemy and take back what was stolen.
A deadly cat-and-mouse chase ensued as they fought through brutal gunfights and tense pursuits, each determined to reclaim their identity and destroy the other.
In the end, the FBI agent killed the terrorist in a dramatic showdown, but his face was damaged during the battle. Fortunately, with the help of the doctors, he reclaimed both his life and his face.
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The audience clapped with excitement and appreciation when the credits rolled. They were satisfied and entertained by the movie. The two actors' performances were convincing; one was already a famous star, while the other was a rising name.
The audience didn't know Axel's name, but they recognized him from other movies such as The Accidental Wedding Crashers and Week On A Cruise Ship. Axel's performances in those comedies were entertaining, but they hadn't been impressed, good enough, yes, but not groundbreaking.
However, Axel's performance as both the FBI agent and the terrorist in Face: Swap was astonishing. People couldn't stop talking about it. The audience realized Axel could deliver a serious role, proving his potential was far greater than they had first assumed. They had thought this actor was only suited for comedy, but they were wrong, completely wrong.
Furthermore, Face: Swap was a great movie overall. The audience loved it. The idea of switching faces and stealing someone's identity was such an intriguing plot that it sparked conversations long after the credits ended. The film explored this theme convincingly and entertainingly. Viewers had no hesitation recommending the movie to friends, and some even planned to watch it again.
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May 7, 1998. Friday. Face: Swap grossed $14 million in its first 24 hours at the North American box office. Touchpebbles Pictures was satisfied when they received the data. At best, they had expected the movie to gross $9 million, and even that projection was considered optimistic.
Still, such a strong start was welcomed with open arms. Who wouldn't want more money and the prestige of a box-office hit?
May 8, 1998. Saturday. The movie's gross climbed to $31 million. Executives at Touchpebbles Pictures and Wash Dismay Studio were thrilled, since this suggested the film would have long legs in the market.
Face: Swap opened in 3,210 theaters across North America, from small towns to major cities. The Cinema Alliance was already considering increasing the number of theaters the following week to capitalize on the buzz.
May 9, 1998. Sunday. The film's opening weekend grossed $43 million. After just three days, its performance convinced Touchpebbles Pictures that the movie was a success beyond expectations.
The studio decided to intensify promotion with interviews, late-night talk show appearances, and additional TV spots.
Because of this, Axel Gunner had to juggle his schedule more than ever. He traveled across the country, city to city, tirelessly promoting Face: Swap. At the same time, he requested a week off from filming Frightening Movie.
Meanwhile, Collin had a serious conversation with Quincy Jennings.
Quincy Jennings, Axel's entertainment lawyer, represented him and several other clients. Collin and Quincy were discussing Axel's contract for Face: Swap.
"So you're telling me that Axel can get a bonus?"
"I read his contract carefully, so I know. Axel did break the contract, which makes him ineligible for the rest of his salary. However, since he still appeared in the movie, the contract states he can earn a 0.2% bonus from the 30-day box office, provided Face: Swap recouped its investment within 7 days, which is no easy feat." Quincy explained.
"Face: Swap had a budget of $50 million," Quincy added.
"And today is the seventh day of its screening!"
Collin immediately grabbed the day's newspaper and scanned for the box-office report.
"As of May 13, 1998, Face: Swap grossed over $55 million. The movie performed strongly, and audiences loved the chemistry between the two lead actors…"
Collin stopped reading and grinned at Quincy, feeling a wave of relief.
"I only told you today because I wasn't sure the movie would be a hit. I didn't want to get your hopes up if it failed to recoup its cost within a week," Quincy admitted.
"Quincy, you're a great help!"
"Of course, I'll get paid for this, right?"
"No doubt."
The two men laughed. Money was the biggest motivation that fueled them, which was exactly why they had chosen their careers.
.........
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...
Days passed as Axel continued filming Frightening Movie while also promoting Face: Swap. It felt as though he was living two different lives.
Finally, when the 30th day of Face: Swap arrived, Axel received a call from Collin.
"You mean I'll earn a bonus?"
"That's right. The accountant is working on it. I'm also negotiating with Touchpebbles Pictures."
Collin was trying to convince the studio that Axel's performance was worth rewarding, and that he shouldn't be dismissed for one past mistake.
After some deliberation, Touchpebbles Pictures agreed Axel deserved the bonus. Still, after the issue he had caused earlier, the studio decided not to work with him again in order to avoid further complications. Fortunately, Face: Swap was designed as a standalone film with no sequel planned; otherwise, the tension would have been unbearable.
A few days later, after financial calculations and persistent follow-ups from Axel's accountant, Touchpebbles Pictures settled the account begrudgingly but fairly.
By its 30th day, the movie had grossed over $125 million, cementing itself as a commercial success.
As a result, Axel received $225,000. This was his final take-home amount after his accountant, entertainment lawyer, and talent agent took their commissions.
Axel didn't mind that the amount was cut. His team deserved their share for all their hard work. In fact, he felt grateful to receive the bonus at all, considering the pressure he had endured. He had been struggling financially and emotionally, and the earnings came as a much-needed relief.
Now, he realized how important it was to have a great team supporting him. At least he knew there were people willing to help him succeed, while also benefiting themselves. It was a mutual gain.
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July 1998.
Days passed, and the North American box office of Face: Swap climbed to $147 million. It was an impressive feat, considering that the summer was crowded with competing blockbuster films that had larger budgets and more popular stars. Yet, despite the odds, Face: Swap managed to carve out its own audience. By now, however, the movie had already lost its momentum in North America.
Its international performance, on the other hand, was only just beginning.
Because of its strong showing in North America, Touchpebbles Pictures decided to release the movie overseas. The executives held long boardroom discussions, weighing the numbers and potential risks, before unanimously agreeing that the film had enough power to succeed internationally. This was the standard practice in the 90s, movies were first tested in the domestic market before being released abroad.
After all, shipping thousands of film reels cost millions of dollars. Each reel was heavy, expensive to transport, and required delicate handling. If a film flopped, the losses could cripple a studio. Only those movies that performed exceptionally well domestically were given the privilege of an international release. Face: Swap was one of them.
Now, Axel was in Europe. His role in Frightening Movie had already been filmed, and he wasn't particularly busy anymore since he didn't have many scenes. Still, he would need to return once post-production began to dub his lines. That was usually the process.
For the time being, the actor was busy promoting Face: Swap in Paris. The film had just premiered in Europe, and the cast was tasked with promoting it. Axel appeared on a local talk show.
Collin was also in Paris, though his purpose was different. His focus was on finding brands that could sponsor and hire his clients. He was constantly on the lookout for opportunities that would bring in revenue.
One particular luxury brand had caught his attention. Its prestige alone could elevate any of his clients' images, and Collin was determined to secure at least one contract.
"Looks like I have to take the train. This traffic does not seem to end."
Collin glanced at the congested road, cars honking endlessly. Paris, he thought, was far less romantic than how movies often portrayed it. A road accident had caused a traffic.
After paying the taxi driver, he got out. Fortunately, the train station was nearby, only a short walk away.
This wasn't his first visit to Paris. His past modeling career had brought him to France before. Though he knew a little French, he wasn't fluent. He could manage greetings, polite exchanges, and ordering food, but complex conversations always left him fumbling.
At the station, he bought a ticket and waited for the train. The place bustled with activity, travelers dragging suitcases, businessmen clutching newspapers and constantly checking their watches.
While waiting, he heard a voice. He turned and noticed a street performance. A woman was singing, surrounded by a small crowd. Her voice was enchanting, soothing yet powerful, and Collin found himself unexpectedly drawn in. The melody carried an emotion that loosened his chest, and he rose slightly on his toes to catch a better glimpse.
Near a pillar stood a young black woman, singing with her eyes closed. She strummed her guitar, her natural curly hair brushing her shoulders. Her voice soared through the station, and the people around her were utterly captivated.
She wore a simple coat, nothing flashy, yet she commanded attention with nothing but her music. The audience clapped, and many tossed money into the open guitar case at her feet.
The woman smiled warmly, bowing her head in gratitude. There was no arrogance in her expression, only the humble joy of being appreciated.
She strummed again, humming softly.
Then, suddenly, a tall man stood before her. She blinked in surprise and looked up, meeting the eyes of a handsome stranger. No, he wasn't staring at her exactly, but rather above her head. His gaze was so intense that it unsettled her.
'God... He's handsome,' she thought, her heartbeat quickening. Still, she remained cautious.
The man pulled out a 500-franc note and placed it in her guitar case. Relieved, she assumed he would leave after that.
Instead, he reached into his tuxedo and pulled out a card.
"Hello, I'm Collin East. I'm a talent agent from ANT. Do you mind if I talk to you for a minute?"
He handed her his business card. The woman looked at it but didn't take it. Strangers could be dangerous.
"Foreigner?" she asked in a heavy accent.
"Ah? Yes, I'm sorry about that. Let me introduce myself again."
Realizing she was French, Collin tried to reintroduce himself in her language. His French was clumsy and accented, but he managed to piece together a passable introduction. His effort drew a few curious glances from nearby passersby.
"Hm."
The woman nodded but chose to end her performance. She packed her guitar and the money into her case and began walking away.
"Huh?"
Collin blinked, confused. She hadn't even taken his card.
"H-Hey."
Instinctively, he followed her as she walked out of the station. His instincts as an agent screamed not to let her go.
'Does she want me to follow her?' Collin wondered.
He failed to realize how much he resembled a creep at that moment.
At first, it was simple curiosity that drew him toward the singer. But everything changed when he noticed the words above her head.
-- Chantal Beaumont
-- Charismatic Diva (Gold)
-- Charming Voice (Gold)
-- Adorable (Yellow)
Collin had awakened his superpower three years ago, and in that time, he had encountered countless talents such as actors, directors, and singers. Most people had only one standout ability. Those with more than one were rare gems.
He had only ever met one other person with two Golden Talents: Wyatt Bray. Wyatt's brilliance as a comedy scriptwriter and director was unmatched, and Collin's career had taken off thanks to him. Wyatt's debut film, The Accident Wedding Crashers, was the launchpad for both Collin and his clients' success in Hollywood.
And now, he was staring at another person with two Golden Talents.
His pulse quickened. Moments like this could change lives.
'She even has a yellow talent,' he thought.
Chantal Beaumont had three talents. Her potential was extraordinary, the kind of potential agents dreamed about. Letting her slip away would be beyond foolish. It would be like smashing his own head against a wall.
While he wrestled with these thoughts, he realized she had already put a considerable distance between them.
"H-Hey, please don't run!"
The moment he shouted in English, the woman's pace quickened. Collin winced, realizing he might have made a mistake.
"I'm not a bad guy! Just give me a moment with you!" he called out in French, though he wasn't sure if he said it correctly.
Instead of stopping, the woman broke into a run.
Collin had no choice but to chase after her. His polished shoes clattered against the pavement.
Yeah, he definitely didn't look like a bad person right now...
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[Two chapters today.]
July 1998.
Days passed, and the North American box office of Face: Swap climbed to $147 million. It was an impressive feat, considering that the summer was crowded with competing blockbuster films that had larger budgets and more popular stars. Yet, despite the odds, Face: Swap managed to carve out its own audience. By now, however, the movie had already lost its momentum in North America.
Its international performance, on the other hand, was only just beginning.
Because of its strong showing in North America, Touchpebbles Pictures decided to release the movie overseas. The executives held long boardroom discussions, weighing the numbers and potential risks, before unanimously agreeing that the film had enough power to succeed internationally. This was the standard practice in the 90s, movies were first tested in the domestic market before being released abroad.
After all, shipping thousands of film reels cost millions of dollars. Each reel was heavy, expensive to transport, and required delicate handling. If a film flopped, the losses could cripple a studio. Only those movies that performed exceptionally well domestically were given the privilege of an international release. Face: Swap was one of them.
Now, Axel was in Europe. His role in Frightening Movie had already been filmed, and he wasn't particularly busy anymore since he didn't have many scenes. Still, he would need to return once post-production began to dub his lines. That was usually the process.
For the time being, the actor was busy promoting Face: Swap in Paris. The film had just premiered in Europe, and the cast was tasked with promoting it. Axel appeared on a local talk show.
Collin was also in Paris, though his purpose was different. His focus was on finding brands that could sponsor and hire his clients. He was constantly on the lookout for opportunities that would bring in revenue.
One particular luxury brand had caught his attention. Its prestige alone could elevate any of his clients' images, and Collin was determined to secure at least one contract.
"Looks like I have to take the train. This traffic does not seem to end."
Collin glanced at the congested road, cars honking endlessly. Paris, he thought, was far less romantic than how movies often portrayed it. A road accident had caused a traffic.
After paying the taxi driver, he got out. Fortunately, the train station was nearby, only a short walk away.
This wasn't his first visit to Paris. His past modeling career had brought him to France before. Though he knew a little French, he wasn't fluent. He could manage greetings, polite exchanges, and ordering food, but complex conversations always left him fumbling.
At the station, he bought a ticket and waited for the train. The place bustled with activity, travelers dragging suitcases, businessmen clutching newspapers and constantly checking their watches.
While waiting, he heard a voice. He turned and noticed a street performance. A woman was singing, surrounded by a small crowd. Her voice was enchanting, soothing yet powerful, and Collin found himself unexpectedly drawn in. The melody carried an emotion that loosened his chest, and he rose slightly on his toes to catch a better glimpse.
Near a pillar stood a young black woman, singing with her eyes closed. She strummed her guitar, her natural curly hair brushing her shoulders. Her voice soared through the station, and the people around her were utterly captivated.
She wore a simple coat, nothing flashy, yet she commanded attention with nothing but her music. The audience clapped, and many tossed money into the open guitar case at her feet.
The woman smiled warmly, bowing her head in gratitude. There was no arrogance in her expression, only the humble joy of being appreciated.
She strummed again, humming softly.
Then, suddenly, a tall man stood before her. She blinked in surprise and looked up, meeting the eyes of a handsome stranger. No, he wasn't staring at her exactly, but rather above her head. His gaze was so intense that it unsettled her.
'God... He's handsome,' she thought, her heartbeat quickening. Still, she remained cautious.
The man pulled out a 500-franc note and placed it in her guitar case. Relieved, she assumed he would leave after that.
Instead, he reached into his tuxedo and pulled out a card.
"Hello, I'm Collin East. I'm a talent agent from ANT. Do you mind if I talk to you for a minute?"
He handed her his business card. The woman looked at it but didn't take it. Strangers could be dangerous.
"Foreigner?" she asked in a heavy accent.
"Ah? Yes, I'm sorry about that. Let me introduce myself again."
Realizing she was French, Collin tried to reintroduce himself in her language. His French was clumsy and accented, but he managed to piece together a passable introduction. His effort drew a few curious glances from nearby passersby.
"Hm."
The woman nodded but chose to end her performance. She packed her guitar and the money into her case and began walking away.
"Huh?"
Collin blinked, confused. She hadn't even taken his card.
"H-Hey."
Instinctively, he followed her as she walked out of the station. His instincts as an agent screamed not to let her go.
'Does she want me to follow her?' Collin wondered.
He failed to realize how much he resembled a creep at that moment.
At first, it was simple curiosity that drew him toward the singer. But everything changed when he noticed the words above her head.
-- Chantal Beaumont
-- Charismatic Diva (Gold)
-- Charming Voice (Gold)
-- Adorable (Yellow)
Collin had awakened his superpower three years ago, and in that time, he had encountered countless talents such as actors, directors, and singers. Most people had only one standout ability. Those with more than one were rare gems.
He had only ever met one other person with two Golden Talents: Wyatt Bray. Wyatt's brilliance as a comedy scriptwriter and director was unmatched, and Collin's career had taken off thanks to him. Wyatt's debut film, The Accident Wedding Crashers, was the launchpad for both Collin and his clients' success in Hollywood.
And now, he was staring at another person with two Golden Talents.
His pulse quickened. Moments like this could change lives.
'She even has a yellow talent,' he thought.
Chantal Beaumont had three talents. Her potential was extraordinary, the kind of potential agents dreamed about. Letting her slip away would be beyond foolish. It would be like smashing his own head against a wall.
While he wrestled with these thoughts, he realized she had already put a considerable distance between them.
"H-Hey, please don't run!"
The moment he shouted in English, the woman's pace quickened. Collin winced, realizing he might have made a mistake.
"I'm not a bad guy! Just give me a moment with you!" he called out in French, though he wasn't sure if he said it correctly.
Instead of stopping, the woman broke into a run.
Collin had no choice but to chase after her. His polished shoes clattered against the pavement.
Yeah, he definitely didn't look like a bad person right now...
---
[Two chapters today.]
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Being tall with long legs and spending years in the gym, Collin was healthy and could run for hours if he wanted to. Years of disciplined exercise had given him stamina, and his long strides allowed him to cover distance quickly.
It didn't take long for him to catch up to the woman. His heart raced slightly, not from exertion, but from the tension of the situation.
"Please, just listen to me."
"Ahhh—!!"
The woman screamed as Collin touched her shoulder. Her sudden reaction drew the attention of passersby, who stared at the scene with suspicion and curiosity. To them, Collin appeared like a potential stalker.
"Wait, wait—! I'm not a bad person. I'm just a talent agent." He raised his hands in a calming gesture, hoping to convey that he meant no harm. As the crowd slowly gathered, Collin quickly explained himself and handed his business card to the woman.
The dark-skinned woman glanced at the card before looking back at Collin. She remained cautious, assessing whether he could be trusted.
"I'm a talent agent at Apex Network Talent. Just give me a few minutes to explain."
"Hey miss, is this guy bothering you?" one passerby asked Chantal Beaumont, coldly staring at Collin. The conversation was in French, and Collin caught a few words, realizing they likely misunderstood the situation.
"I'm not a bad person. I'm a talent agent," he said in French, doing his best to explain. Though his grammar was slightly off, she could at least understand the essence of his words, and it seemed to calm her slightly.
Chantal studied the business card. It looked expensive and professional, with thick paper, a refined logo, and golden lettering. She still had no idea what Apex Network Talent was, but the card gave the impression of legitimacy.
"Is he bothering you?" the concerned citizen asked again.
Chantal stared at Collin for a few seconds, then shook her head. Her eyes flickered between curiosity and wariness as she evaluated whether he was genuine.
"No, he's not bothering me. Thank you for your help," she replied in French.
Collin sighed in relief as the people dispersed, grateful that the misunderstanding hadn't escalated further.
"Thanks. I know you're probably skeptical, but I don't have bad intentions. I'm Collin East from Apex Network Talent. The reason I want to talk to you is that I'm interested in signing you. I'm captivated by your voice, and I want to make you a star." He softened his tone, hoping she would sense his genuine admiration for her talent.
He extended his hand for a handshake.
Chantal frowned and didn't take it. She was still skeptical.
"You're not a human trafficker?" she asked in English, her French accent thick.
"What? Of course not! Do I look like one?" He was stunned.
"Human traffickers often use handsome men to lure young women."
"What?" Collin was speechless. He had expected skepticism, but not such extreme concern.
"Human trafficking is a real problem in Europe," she explained.
Indeed, even countries known for elegance and culture had dark corners few wanted to acknowledge. Sex trafficking was a crime that persisted for decades, and it would remain unsolved in many places.
No wonder Chantal was so defensive. Her caution wasn't paranoia, it was survival instinct.
Collin hadn't anticipated such a reaction. He quickly realized that some countries had unique dangers.
'Well, to be fair, kidnapping is also a problem in the U.S. I've heard cartels are involved in human trafficking,' he thought, deciding that transparency was his best approach to earn her trust.
"First of all, I'm not a human trafficker. Do you know Axel Gunner? He's promoting his movie in Paris today."
Chantal shook her head.
"Erm, have you watched Face: Swap, Week On A Cruise Ship, or The Accidental Wedding Crashers?"
"I watched The Accidental Wedding Crashers."
"That's great," Collin smiled. "Axel, my client, is one of the actors in that movie. He's the tall guy."
"Tall guy? You mean the one who made a wedding speech in the movie? That scene was hilarious."
"Yes, that's him. I'm his agent."
Her guarded expression softened slightly, showing she was intrigued.
"Then, have you heard of Lawrence Terrence?"
"The name rings a bell."
"He plays Jacky in Passionate Island. I'm his agent too."
"What? Really!? You're not lying!? I love Passionate Island! I love it!" The young woman began fangirling, her excitement breaking through her initial caution. She had even cried while watching the movie.
"I swear to God."
"This isn't some Modus Operandi?"
"Modus what?" Collin asked, confused.
"You're not lying and using some trick to kidnap me?"
"You still don't believe I'm a real agent?"
"Well..." She laughed awkwardly.
Collin realized this would require patience. He decided to step back and let her think.
"Look, it's up to you if you believe me or not. I don't have bad intentions. I just saw something in you and believe I can make you famous. I'll be in Paris for a week. You can call me if you're interested. My contact info is on the business card."
He slightly regretted not pressing further but knew pushing too hard might drive her away. Patience was often the best strategy with new talent, especially someone cautious who hadn't even introduced herself.
"Well then, I have something to do. Call me if you want to become a star."
Collin excused himself and walked away.
Chantal Beaumont watched him leave. She studied the business card, uncertain whether to keep it. Her mind raced with skepticism and intrigue, wondering if this stranger could really offer the career she dreamed of.
.........
......
...
Collin reached the train just in time. He felt a pang of regret for not signing a deal with her, replaying the encounter in his head and analyzing every word, gesture, and reaction. He hoped Chantal would contact him. Missing a talent of this caliber would sting professionally and personally.
Every instinct in his body screamed that she could become a future star. And, of course, the potential stardom and money were tempting as well. Yes, it was always about money. No one could fault him for that.
After disembarking at his stop, Collin walked a few minutes to the building he had come for: Diore.
Diore was a French luxury fashion house renowned for producing high-end goods. Its flagship store gleamed with polished marble and gold, reflecting decades of elegance and prestige. The brand was famous for its fragrance, makeup, skincare, and men's products.
Collin's goal was to form a deal for his clients with the brand. He had studied their campaigns, analyzed which celebrities had worked with them, and prepared detailed proposals to impress the executives.
He intended to pitch Lawrence, Axel, and Jennifer as ambassadors of this prestigious luxury brand. The thought of pairing his clients with Diore's image excited him.
Collin prepared his voice recorder before entering Diore's headquarters, double-checking the battery and microphone to ensure every word would be captured clearly.
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[Author's Note: I don't feel well lately. It didn't help that my father's salary was delayed this month, so we've had to eat rice and eggs every day. Anyway, thank you all for your support.]
Being tall with long legs and spending years in the gym, Collin was healthy and could run for hours if he wanted to. Years of disciplined exercise had given him stamina, and his long strides allowed him to cover distance quickly.
It didn't take long for him to catch up to the woman. His heart raced slightly, not from exertion, but from the tension of the situation.
"Please, just listen to me."
"Ahhh—!!"
The woman screamed as Collin touched her shoulder. Her sudden reaction drew the attention of passersby, who stared at the scene with suspicion and curiosity. To them, Collin appeared like a potential stalker.
"Wait, wait—! I'm not a bad person. I'm just a talent agent." He raised his hands in a calming gesture, hoping to convey that he meant no harm. As the crowd slowly gathered, Collin quickly explained himself and handed his business card to the woman.
The dark-skinned woman glanced at the card before looking back at Collin. She remained cautious, assessing whether he could be trusted.
"I'm a talent agent at Apex Network Talent. Just give me a few minutes to explain."
"Hey miss, is this guy bothering you?" one passerby asked Chantal Beaumont, coldly staring at Collin. The conversation was in French, and Collin caught a few words, realizing they likely misunderstood the situation.
"I'm not a bad person. I'm a talent agent," he said in French, doing his best to explain. Though his grammar was slightly off, she could at least understand the essence of his words, and it seemed to calm her slightly.
Chantal studied the business card. It looked expensive and professional, with thick paper, a refined logo, and golden lettering. She still had no idea what Apex Network Talent was, but the card gave the impression of legitimacy.
"Is he bothering you?" the concerned citizen asked again.
Chantal stared at Collin for a few seconds, then shook her head. Her eyes flickered between curiosity and wariness as she evaluated whether he was genuine.
"No, he's not bothering me. Thank you for your help," she replied in French.
Collin sighed in relief as the people dispersed, grateful that the misunderstanding hadn't escalated further.
"Thanks. I know you're probably skeptical, but I don't have bad intentions. I'm Collin East from Apex Network Talent. The reason I want to talk to you is that I'm interested in signing you. I'm captivated by your voice, and I want to make you a star." He softened his tone, hoping she would sense his genuine admiration for her talent.
He extended his hand for a handshake.
Chantal frowned and didn't take it. She was still skeptical.
"You're not a human trafficker?" she asked in English, her French accent thick.
"What? Of course not! Do I look like one?" He was stunned.
"Human traffickers often use handsome men to lure young women."
"What?" Collin was speechless. He had expected skepticism, but not such extreme concern.
"Human trafficking is a real problem in Europe," she explained.
Indeed, even countries known for elegance and culture had dark corners few wanted to acknowledge. Sex trafficking was a crime that persisted for decades, and it would remain unsolved in many places.
No wonder Chantal was so defensive. Her caution wasn't paranoia, it was survival instinct.
Collin hadn't anticipated such a reaction. He quickly realized that some countries had unique dangers.
'Well, to be fair, kidnapping is also a problem in the U.S. I've heard cartels are involved in human trafficking,' he thought, deciding that transparency was his best approach to earn her trust.
"First of all, I'm not a human trafficker. Do you know Axel Gunner? He's promoting his movie in Paris today."
Chantal shook her head.
"Erm, have you watched Face: Swap, Week On A Cruise Ship, or The Accidental Wedding Crashers?"
"I watched The Accidental Wedding Crashers."
"That's great," Collin smiled. "Axel, my client, is one of the actors in that movie. He's the tall guy."
"Tall guy? You mean the one who made a wedding speech in the movie? That scene was hilarious."
"Yes, that's him. I'm his agent."
Her guarded expression softened slightly, showing she was intrigued.
"Then, have you heard of Lawrence Terrence?"
"The name rings a bell."
"He plays Jacky in Passionate Island. I'm his agent too."
"What? Really!? You're not lying!? I love Passionate Island! I love it!" The young woman began fangirling, her excitement breaking through her initial caution. She had even cried while watching the movie.
"I swear to God."
"This isn't some Modus Operandi?"
"Modus what?" Collin asked, confused.
"You're not lying and using some trick to kidnap me?"
"You still don't believe I'm a real agent?"
"Well..." She laughed awkwardly.
Collin realized this would require patience. He decided to step back and let her think.
"Look, it's up to you if you believe me or not. I don't have bad intentions. I just saw something in you and believe I can make you famous. I'll be in Paris for a week. You can call me if you're interested. My contact info is on the business card."
He slightly regretted not pressing further but knew pushing too hard might drive her away. Patience was often the best strategy with new talent, especially someone cautious who hadn't even introduced herself.
"Well then, I have something to do. Call me if you want to become a star."
Collin excused himself and walked away.
Chantal Beaumont watched him leave. She studied the business card, uncertain whether to keep it. Her mind raced with skepticism and intrigue, wondering if this stranger could really offer the career she dreamed of.
.........
......
...
Collin reached the train just in time. He felt a pang of regret for not signing a deal with her, replaying the encounter in his head and analyzing every word, gesture, and reaction. He hoped Chantal would contact him. Missing a talent of this caliber would sting professionally and personally.
Every instinct in his body screamed that she could become a future star. And, of course, the potential stardom and money were tempting as well. Yes, it was always about money. No one could fault him for that.
After disembarking at his stop, Collin walked a few minutes to the building he had come for: Diore.
Diore was a French luxury fashion house renowned for producing high-end goods. Its flagship store gleamed with polished marble and gold, reflecting decades of elegance and prestige. The brand was famous for its fragrance, makeup, skincare, and men's products.
Collin's goal was to form a deal for his clients with the brand. He had studied their campaigns, analyzed which celebrities had worked with them, and prepared detailed proposals to impress the executives.
He intended to pitch Lawrence, Axel, and Jennifer as ambassadors of this prestigious luxury brand. The thought of pairing his clients with Diore's image excited him.
Collin prepared his voice recorder before entering Diore's headquarters, double-checking the battery and microphone to ensure every word would be captured clearly.
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[Author's Note: I don't feel well lately. It didn't help that my father's salary was delayed this month, so we've had to eat rice and eggs every day. Anyway, thank you all for your support.]
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"So, Mr. East. We are indeed interested in working with Lawrence Terrence. We believe that his image and status as a superstar actor make him a perfect fit to be an ambassador of Diore. However, he has already signed partnerships with other brands, which could potentially create conflicts if we are not careful."
At the moment, Collin was facing the executives of Diore. He kept his composure as he listened, maintaining the practiced calm of someone who had negotiated countless times before. This was a huge deal, one that could elevate Lawrence to a new level of stardom and further secure Collin's own reputation as an agent capable of closing high-profile contracts.
"Lawrence still hasn't signed any shoe deals with any brand. He's interested in working with Diore as a shoe ambassador. If Diore plans to launch a new shoe line in the United States, Lawrence can represent it. He's even willing to adjust his schedule for major promotional campaigns to ensure its success." Collin explained smoothly.
"That means Lawrence must wear our shoes whenever he's in public."
"Absolutely. He understands the commitment that comes with being an ambassador. He's ready to uphold it in every public appearance, interview, and even casual outings where cameras might catch him."
That was how the industry worked, and Collin knew it well. Many celebrities struggled with such commitments, but Lawrence had the discipline to follow through.
The executives exchanged glances and nodded. One of them, however, remained silent, watching Collin intently.
"If Lawrence is interested in becoming Diore's U.S. Ambassador, we will gladly work with him. His fame is strong, and his image perfectly embodies the bold yet elegant branding we want in America. We have a new shoe product line we're promoting in the U.S., and we hope Lawrence Terrence will be the face of that campaign."
The product line was essentially a single model available in multiple variations, different colors and designs, similar to how iPhones were released with multiple shades/color of the same base model. Lawrence would endorse the entire line, his influence drawing attention from fashion-conscious youth across America.
"I'm glad to hear that. I'll make sure Lawrence lives up to the expectations you're placing on him," Collin replied, elated.
"Unfortunately, we are not interested in working with Axel Gunner and Jennifer Randon. Axel's recent scandal could harm our brand. As for Jennifer, she's not famous enough and doesn't fit the image we're aiming for."
"I see. Though I will say, both of them have tremendous potential if given the right projects." Collin kept his smile even though he was gritting his teeth inside. He didn't appreciate hearing his clients belittled. At this point, he saw them as his own family, and insults toward them felt personal.
"Now, let's discuss Lawrence's salary. We are interested in signing him for two years. How about $500,000 per year?"
"My team would appreciate it if you increased that to $700,000. Lawrence's fame in the United States is undeniable. Even casual moviegoers who rarely pay attention to actors know his name. His face is instantly recognizable across the globe, on magazine covers, gossip headlines, and countless fan-made posters. You've surely heard of his movie Passionate Island. His performance was praised as one of the finest of his career. Furthermore, his most recent film, Trapping the Parents, grossed over $427 million globally last year while also receiving critical acclaim. That level of success speaks for itself."
The executives listened without interruption, occasionally scribbling notes, as though comparing his statements to their internal research. After about an hour of back-and-forth negotiation, they settled at $600,000 per year for two years. It wasn't quite what Collin asked for, but it was still a strong deal and proof of their confidence in Lawrence.
Satisfied, Collin shook hands with them.
As the executives left one by one, Collin found himself alone with a man wearing a thin, fashionable scarf that probably cost more than what an average worker earned in months.
The man approached him.
"So you're an agent now, huh?"
"Yes, Your Great Ericson."
Your Great Ericson was a famous fashion designer and a major shareholder of Diore. With his creative brilliance and financial influence, he wielded considerable power within the company.
He had legally changed his name to "Your Great Ericson" and demanded people address him that way, as though the title itself were part of his brand and identity.
"I see. What a surprise to find you standing in a position of power rather than on a runway."
Your Great Ericson scanned Collin from head to toe, sighing regretfully. His voice was unique, smooth yet sharp, like silk cutting through glass.
"It's such a waste that I never got the chance to fuck your ass. I still want to take you to my bed. Tell me, I'll raise Lawrence's salary if you agree, and I can make sure his career skyrockets beyond your imagination."
Collin stiffened. He and Your Great Ericson had history. Years ago, when Collin worked as a model, Ericson had taken an immediate interest in him. He had offered Collin a chance to become Diore's ambassador in exchange for a one-night stand.
"Even now, you're still a great specimen. You remain one of my deepest regrets. What I can't understand is how someone so poor had the audacity to reject me. Was it because of your dead friend? Your only saving grace is your face, but you're still a lowlife. Funny, you're a perfect specimen but also a pathetic creature. How did it feel when I kicked you off the runway? Bad, right? That's how I felt when you rejected me."
Your Great Ericson chuckled darkly, his words dripping with twisted triumph.
Collin clenched his jaw but kept his smile steady. Just like before, his answer remained the same.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested, and I never will be."
"Well, I shot my shot. If you'd agreed back then, you'd be one of the top male models in the world right now. You'd be living in luxury, commanding respect everywhere. You have what it takes. You're basically perfect. But you're ruined by a lowlife brain that doesn't understand how this industry works."
Ericson sighed, though it sounded more arrogant than regretful.
Collin remained calm. He knew he was blessed with his looks, but he had never regretted choosing dignity over cheap fame. To him, integrity was worth more than any contract.
"Well then, see you later, Collin. We both know our paths will cross again. Heh, perhaps your client Lawrence Terrence will be more… open to a business deal with me." Your Great Ericson grinned and walked away, his smugness making Collin's fists itch.
Collin nearly lost control, his protective instincts toward his clients almost driving him to punch the man, but he held himself back. A single outburst could jeopardize everything. Instead, he patted his chest, where his small voice recorder was hidden in his pocket.
'Just as I expected, that guy still can't control his mouth. And now he's handed me the leverage I needed.'
Collin smirked coldly. He hadn't expected to meet Ericson, but he had prepared a recorder just in case.
"Sorry, but my clients will be ambassadors of Diore, and you're going to help me. You mocked me years ago. Now it's my turn to laugh at you."
Two days later, Diore expressed interest in signing deals with Axel Gunner and Jennifer Randon. The two were shocked but overjoyed.
The entertainment industry thrived on manipulation and blackmail. Everyone knew it, even if no one admitted it openly. Collin was simply playing the same game. And to be honest, it felt good. He had no guilt whatsoever about blackmailing Your Great Ericson.
---
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If you want to read more, you can check out my Patreon. It has:
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"So, Mr. East. We are indeed interested in working with Lawrence Terrence. We believe that his image and status as a superstar actor make him a perfect fit to be an ambassador of Diore. However, he has already signed partnerships with other brands, which could potentially create conflicts if we are not careful."
At the moment, Collin was facing the executives of Diore. He kept his composure as he listened, maintaining the practiced calm of someone who had negotiated countless times before. This was a huge deal, one that could elevate Lawrence to a new level of stardom and further secure Collin's own reputation as an agent capable of closing high-profile contracts.
"Lawrence still hasn't signed any shoe deals with any brand. He's interested in working with Diore as a shoe ambassador. If Diore plans to launch a new shoe line in the United States, Lawrence can represent it. He's even willing to adjust his schedule for major promotional campaigns to ensure its success." Collin explained smoothly.
"That means Lawrence must wear our shoes whenever he's in public."
"Absolutely. He understands the commitment that comes with being an ambassador. He's ready to uphold it in every public appearance, interview, and even casual outings where cameras might catch him."
That was how the industry worked, and Collin knew it well. Many celebrities struggled with such commitments, but Lawrence had the discipline to follow through.
The executives exchanged glances and nodded. One of them, however, remained silent, watching Collin intently.
"If Lawrence is interested in becoming Diore's U.S. Ambassador, we will gladly work with him. His fame is strong, and his image perfectly embodies the bold yet elegant branding we want in America. We have a new shoe product line we're promoting in the U.S., and we hope Lawrence Terrence will be the face of that campaign."
The product line was essentially a single model available in multiple variations, different colors and designs, similar to how iPhones were released with multiple shades/color of the same base model. Lawrence would endorse the entire line, his influence drawing attention from fashion-conscious youth across America.
"I'm glad to hear that. I'll make sure Lawrence lives up to the expectations you're placing on him," Collin replied, elated.
"Unfortunately, we are not interested in working with Axel Gunner and Jennifer Randon. Axel's recent scandal could harm our brand. As for Jennifer, she's not famous enough and doesn't fit the image we're aiming for."
"I see. Though I will say, both of them have tremendous potential if given the right projects." Collin kept his smile even though he was gritting his teeth inside. He didn't appreciate hearing his clients belittled. At this point, he saw them as his own family, and insults toward them felt personal.
"Now, let's discuss Lawrence's salary. We are interested in signing him for two years. How about $500,000 per year?"
"My team would appreciate it if you increased that to $700,000. Lawrence's fame in the United States is undeniable. Even casual moviegoers who rarely pay attention to actors know his name. His face is instantly recognizable across the globe, on magazine covers, gossip headlines, and countless fan-made posters. You've surely heard of his movie Passionate Island. His performance was praised as one of the finest of his career. Furthermore, his most recent film, Trapping the Parents, grossed over $427 million globally last year while also receiving critical acclaim. That level of success speaks for itself."
The executives listened without interruption, occasionally scribbling notes, as though comparing his statements to their internal research. After about an hour of back-and-forth negotiation, they settled at $600,000 per year for two years. It wasn't quite what Collin asked for, but it was still a strong deal and proof of their confidence in Lawrence.
Satisfied, Collin shook hands with them.
As the executives left one by one, Collin found himself alone with a man wearing a thin, fashionable scarf that probably cost more than what an average worker earned in months.
The man approached him.
"So you're an agent now, huh?"
"Yes, Your Great Ericson."
Your Great Ericson was a famous fashion designer and a major shareholder of Diore. With his creative brilliance and financial influence, he wielded considerable power within the company.
He had legally changed his name to "Your Great Ericson" and demanded people address him that way, as though the title itself were part of his brand and identity.
"I see. What a surprise to find you standing in a position of power rather than on a runway."
Your Great Ericson scanned Collin from head to toe, sighing regretfully. His voice was unique, smooth yet sharp, like silk cutting through glass.
"It's such a waste that I never got the chance to fuck your ass. I still want to take you to my bed. Tell me, I'll raise Lawrence's salary if you agree, and I can make sure his career skyrockets beyond your imagination."
Collin stiffened. He and Your Great Ericson had history. Years ago, when Collin worked as a model, Ericson had taken an immediate interest in him. He had offered Collin a chance to become Diore's ambassador in exchange for a one-night stand.
"Even now, you're still a great specimen. You remain one of my deepest regrets. What I can't understand is how someone so poor had the audacity to reject me. Was it because of your dead friend? Your only saving grace is your face, but you're still a lowlife. Funny, you're a perfect specimen but also a pathetic creature. How did it feel when I kicked you off the runway? Bad, right? That's how I felt when you rejected me."
Your Great Ericson chuckled darkly, his words dripping with twisted triumph.
Collin clenched his jaw but kept his smile steady. Just like before, his answer remained the same.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested, and I never will be."
"Well, I shot my shot. If you'd agreed back then, you'd be one of the top male models in the world right now. You'd be living in luxury, commanding respect everywhere. You have what it takes. You're basically perfect. But you're ruined by a lowlife brain that doesn't understand how this industry works."
Ericson sighed, though it sounded more arrogant than regretful.
Collin remained calm. He knew he was blessed with his looks, but he had never regretted choosing dignity over cheap fame. To him, integrity was worth more than any contract.
"Well then, see you later, Collin. We both know our paths will cross again. Heh, perhaps your client Lawrence Terrence will be more… open to a business deal with me." Your Great Ericson grinned and walked away, his smugness making Collin's fists itch.
Collin nearly lost control, his protective instincts toward his clients almost driving him to punch the man, but he held himself back. A single outburst could jeopardize everything. Instead, he patted his chest, where his small voice recorder was hidden in his pocket.
'Just as I expected, that guy still can't control his mouth. And now he's handed me the leverage I needed.'
Collin smirked coldly. He hadn't expected to meet Ericson, but he had prepared a recorder just in case.
"Sorry, but my clients will be ambassadors of Diore, and you're going to help me. You mocked me years ago. Now it's my turn to laugh at you."
Two days later, Diore expressed interest in signing deals with Axel Gunner and Jennifer Randon. The two were shocked but overjoyed.
The entertainment industry thrived on manipulation and blackmail. Everyone knew it, even if no one admitted it openly. Collin was simply playing the same game. And to be honest, it felt good. He had no guilt whatsoever about blackmailing Your Great Ericson.
---
[Author's Note: Today is the first day of the month, a great time to promote my Patreon.]
If you want to read more, you can check out my Patreon. It has:
33 chapters of Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad
51 chapters of Behind The Spotlight
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Chapter 122
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"Are you sure you're doing this the right way?" Quincy Jennings frowned at Collin, a mixture of concern and disbelief in his eyes after the two had left the Diore building.
"About what?"
"About blackmailing a rich person. I'm asking if you're doing it right because one wrong move could ruin everything you've worked for, and there's no undo button in this game." The entertainment lawyer emphasized.
"Are you worried about me?"
"Well, if something happens to you, the team might dissolve, everyone's careers could be affected, and I might lose my job. As you can imagine, that would be disastrous."
"That's sweet, Quincy. I like your honesty. Don't worry. Your Great Ericson won't touch me. I know what I'm doing, and I've planned for every possible outcome in this negotiation." Collin reassured him.
Two days ago, Collin had recorded his conversation with Your Great Ericson, capturing every word. Since then, he had devised a calculated plan to leverage the recording, ensuring maximum influence.
"Now I know why you invited me to Paris. You're playing with fire, Collin. Fire can hurt you if it's not handled carefully, it could burn everything you've built." At first, Quincy had thought Collin simply wanted to sign a deal with Diore.
"You don't have to explain it to me."
Collin smirked as he recalled Your Great Ericson's livid expression. No one could deny that the designer had spoken those diabolical words in his unmistakable silky voice and sharp tone.
Being a fashion designer, such a recording could destroy his image and humiliate him in front of his peers and board members. He had no choice but to negotiate with Collin, as his reputation and career depended on it.
Both sides signed an NDA to ensure the recording would remain private, safeguarding Collin's leverage. Your Great Ericson kept the original recorder, but Collin probably had a copy as a precaution. In exchange for signing the deal, Your Great Ericson agreed to help Collin's clients become ambassadors for Diore, guaranteeing high-profile opportunities.
Collin was satisfied. The outcome exceeded his expectations.
"That guy won't hurt me. I know that. Even if he tries, I can counter his moves." Collin explained to Quincy.
"I don't know where your confidence comes from. You can't know exactly how people think or what they might do when cornered."
"I know how people think, and I've studied him well enough to predict his responses."
Collin had a sharp instinct, and he knew Your Great Ericson wouldn't commit crimes or risk everything for personal vendettas. The designer's pride was a vulnerability Collin could exploit.
-- Your Great Ericson.
-- Safe Player (Yellow).
-- Fake Bravado (White).
Based on these talents, Collin concluded that Your Great Ericson wouldn't act outside legal boundaries. Why these behaviors were considered talents was beyond Collin's understanding.
"Quincy, I assume this isn't your first time handling high-stakes NDAs and leveraging sensitive information."
"Well..." Quincy didn't elaborate.
It was true. He had managed countless NDA contracts and negotiations requiring discretion. He had even helped a famous older actress coerce a man into signing an NDA in exchange for money, ensuring he wouldn't reveal her sexual assault, a highly sensitive case with potential legal consequences.
This was one of the milder cases he had handled. Quincy understood how ruthless Hollywood could be and didn't blame Collin for blackmailing a luxury brand executive to secure a deal. The industry often rewarded cunning over morality. However, Quincy still disapproved of Collin's methods, they were dirty, dangerous, and open to future retaliation.
"Just like I said, Your Great Ericson won't do that. I'm a man of my word. Both of us are bound by the contract, and I won't break it." Collin said firmly.
Later that day, Axel Gunner successfully signed a deal with Diore to become the U.S. ambassador for their clothing line. His contract guaranteed that all public appearances, photoshoots, and promotional events aligned with the brand. He would earn $500,000 per year over a two-year term. Axel was both surprised and delighted, impressed at how Collin had secured a product deal despite his precarious situation. He realized once again how competent his talent agent was.
Jennifer Randon received a contract as well, thrilled by the opportunity. She would earn $300,000 per year over two years, officially becoming an ambassador for Diore's luxury bags upon Collin and Quincy's return to Los Angeles. The opportunity elevated her profile significantly, and she felt immense gratitude toward Collin.
Lawrence's contract increased to $1 million per year for three years, ensuring he remained the centerpiece of Diore's promotional campaigns. Diore's U.S. representatives handled legalities, payments, and obligations for Jennifer and Lawrence.
As for how Your Great Ericson convinced the executives to approve deals for all three actors, Collin didn't know and didn't care. He was already satisfied that his clients had secured contracts. These deals solidified Collin's status as a top-tier agent. By standard practice, he would earn a 5% commission, which amounted to $270,000. Modest compared to his clients' earnings, but to Collin, the feeling of closing such a significant deal was exhilarating. The thrill of negotiation, power, and watching dreams materialize was addictive.
Three days into his seven-day stay in Paris, Collin spent most of his time exploring the city, soaking in its culture, architecture, and rhythm. He visited the train station daily, hoping for a call or message from the woman he wanted to meet. Each day, he left disappointed, silently questioning whether he had misjudged her interest.
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"You're still staring at that business card. Just like I said, if you want to meet this so-called talent agent, just take me with you. We can set up a meeting in a public place so he won't do anything bad if he's a kidnapper or has hidden intentions."
Isabella said this to Chantal. She was Chantal's friend and often offered advice on important decisions.
"I don't know if I can trust him. He's too handsome, and his polished demeanor makes me even more skeptical. Besides, it's surprising that an agent showed up to sign me on the spot. I'm not sure he's telling the truth." Chantal studied the business card in her hands, unsure if she would keep it or discard it.
"You said you wanted to be a famous singer. That talent agent saw potential in you and believes in your abilities. You might regret it if doubt prevents you from taking this chance."
"..." Chantal bit her lip, torn between caution and ambition.
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"Are you sure you're doing this the right way?" Quincy Jennings frowned at Collin, a mixture of concern and disbelief in his eyes after the two had left the Diore building.
"About what?"
"About blackmailing a rich person. I'm asking if you're doing it right because one wrong move could ruin everything you've worked for, and there's no undo button in this game." The entertainment lawyer emphasized.
"Are you worried about me?"
"Well, if something happens to you, the team might dissolve, everyone's careers could be affected, and I might lose my job. As you can imagine, that would be disastrous."
"That's sweet, Quincy. I like your honesty. Don't worry. Your Great Ericson won't touch me. I know what I'm doing, and I've planned for every possible outcome in this negotiation." Collin reassured him.
Two days ago, Collin had recorded his conversation with Your Great Ericson, capturing every word. Since then, he had devised a calculated plan to leverage the recording, ensuring maximum influence.
"Now I know why you invited me to Paris. You're playing with fire, Collin. Fire can hurt you if it's not handled carefully, it could burn everything you've built." At first, Quincy had thought Collin simply wanted to sign a deal with Diore.
"You don't have to explain it to me."
Collin smirked as he recalled Your Great Ericson's livid expression. No one could deny that the designer had spoken those diabolical words in his unmistakable silky voice and sharp tone.
Being a fashion designer, such a recording could destroy his image and humiliate him in front of his peers and board members. He had no choice but to negotiate with Collin, as his reputation and career depended on it.
Both sides signed an NDA to ensure the recording would remain private, safeguarding Collin's leverage. Your Great Ericson kept the original recorder, but Collin probably had a copy as a precaution. In exchange for signing the deal, Your Great Ericson agreed to help Collin's clients become ambassadors for Diore, guaranteeing high-profile opportunities.
Collin was satisfied. The outcome exceeded his expectations.
"That guy won't hurt me. I know that. Even if he tries, I can counter his moves." Collin explained to Quincy.
"I don't know where your confidence comes from. You can't know exactly how people think or what they might do when cornered."
"I know how people think, and I've studied him well enough to predict his responses."
Collin had a sharp instinct, and he knew Your Great Ericson wouldn't commit crimes or risk everything for personal vendettas. The designer's pride was a vulnerability Collin could exploit.
-- Your Great Ericson.
-- Safe Player (Yellow).
-- Fake Bravado (White).
Based on these talents, Collin concluded that Your Great Ericson wouldn't act outside legal boundaries. Why these behaviors were considered talents was beyond Collin's understanding.
"Quincy, I assume this isn't your first time handling high-stakes NDAs and leveraging sensitive information."
"Well..." Quincy didn't elaborate.
It was true. He had managed countless NDA contracts and negotiations requiring discretion. He had even helped a famous older actress coerce a man into signing an NDA in exchange for money, ensuring he wouldn't reveal her sexual assault, a highly sensitive case with potential legal consequences.
This was one of the milder cases he had handled. Quincy understood how ruthless Hollywood could be and didn't blame Collin for blackmailing a luxury brand executive to secure a deal. The industry often rewarded cunning over morality. However, Quincy still disapproved of Collin's methods, they were dirty, dangerous, and open to future retaliation.
"Just like I said, Your Great Ericson won't do that. I'm a man of my word. Both of us are bound by the contract, and I won't break it." Collin said firmly.
Later that day, Axel Gunner successfully signed a deal with Diore to become the U.S. ambassador for their clothing line. His contract guaranteed that all public appearances, photoshoots, and promotional events aligned with the brand. He would earn $500,000 per year over a two-year term. Axel was both surprised and delighted, impressed at how Collin had secured a product deal despite his precarious situation. He realized once again how competent his talent agent was.
Jennifer Randon received a contract as well, thrilled by the opportunity. She would earn $300,000 per year over two years, officially becoming an ambassador for Diore's luxury bags upon Collin and Quincy's return to Los Angeles. The opportunity elevated her profile significantly, and she felt immense gratitude toward Collin.
Lawrence's contract increased to $1 million per year for three years, ensuring he remained the centerpiece of Diore's promotional campaigns. Diore's U.S. representatives handled legalities, payments, and obligations for Jennifer and Lawrence.
As for how Your Great Ericson convinced the executives to approve deals for all three actors, Collin didn't know and didn't care. He was already satisfied that his clients had secured contracts. These deals solidified Collin's status as a top-tier agent. By standard practice, he would earn a 5% commission, which amounted to $270,000. Modest compared to his clients' earnings, but to Collin, the feeling of closing such a significant deal was exhilarating. The thrill of negotiation, power, and watching dreams materialize was addictive.
Three days into his seven-day stay in Paris, Collin spent most of his time exploring the city, soaking in its culture, architecture, and rhythm. He visited the train station daily, hoping for a call or message from the woman he wanted to meet. Each day, he left disappointed, silently questioning whether he had misjudged her interest.
.........
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...
"You're still staring at that business card. Just like I said, if you want to meet this so-called talent agent, just take me with you. We can set up a meeting in a public place so he won't do anything bad if he's a kidnapper or has hidden intentions."
Isabella said this to Chantal. She was Chantal's friend and often offered advice on important decisions.
"I don't know if I can trust him. He's too handsome, and his polished demeanor makes me even more skeptical. Besides, it's surprising that an agent showed up to sign me on the spot. I'm not sure he's telling the truth." Chantal studied the business card in her hands, unsure if she would keep it or discard it.
"You said you wanted to be a famous singer. That talent agent saw potential in you and believes in your abilities. You might regret it if doubt prevents you from taking this chance."
"..." Chantal bit her lip, torn between caution and ambition.
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Chapter 123
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Isabella was right. Chantal's dream had always been to become a famous singer, a dream she had held in her heart since childhood. That very dream was also one of the reasons her parents had cast her out.
When Chantal turned 18, her parents decided she could live on her own and kicked her out. They felt no guilt about it, convinced she had no future compared to her younger sister, who collected awards every year and embodied everything they valued. To them, Chantal's dream of becoming a singer was nothing but foolishness, a waste of time.
Since then, Chantal had lived with her friend's family in a small yet warm home. She was grateful to Isabella and her parents for taking her in without judgment, only kindness. Chantal worked as a waitress on weekdays to cover her expenses, singing only on weekends at the train station.
"If you want to meet this talent agent, then take me with you. I'll be ready to call the police if he tries anything shady."
Isabella could see Chantal's hesitation about whether to contact the talent agent, so she gave her friend a push.
"I want to prove to my parents that I'll become a famous singer."
"That's the spirit. And once you're famous, don't ever help them. They kicked you out last year, and they never truly supported you."
"T-That sounds kinda bad."
"What do you mean bad? Your parents are the worst. Tell me, have they ever celebrated your birthday?"
"..." Chantal fell silent. Her parents had never done anything special for her. They had provided food and shelter for 18 years, but never a heartfelt gift, never a sincere hug, never a word of encouragement. Most of the time, she had survived through part-time jobs.
"I'll call him."
"I'll be by your side."
Chantal found a phone booth and dialed the number on the business card. Her voice trembled slightly when someone answered.
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The two women sat at a table in a café of their choice. It was one of the most popular cafés in the neighborhood, always bustling with customers.
Today, it was about 70% full, which reassured them. They were confident the talent agent wouldn't try anything reckless, especially since the café was located right next to a police station where patrol cars flashed red and blue.
Chantal kept glancing at the entrance, nervously stirring her cup of coffee.
"He's here," Chantal whispered to Isabella.
"Where?" Isabella asked.
"The tall, handsome guy at the door."
"Oh my God, Chantal, he's hot!" Isabella squealed. Chantal silently agreed, though she tried to keep her composure, unlike her overly excited friend.
That was precisely why Chantal had been skeptical of Collin. He was too handsome to be a talent agent. With his sharp jawline, neatly tailored suit, and confident demeanor, he looked like someone out of a magazine. With that face, he should have been an actor or a model.
Collin scanned the café and spotted Chantal sitting with another woman. He had even postponed his return flight today because Chantal called him yesterday, on what was supposed to be his last night in Paris. It cost him time, but he didn't regret the decision.
"Hello, I'm Collin East, a talent agent."
"I'm Chantal Beaumont."
"I'm Isabella Salome."
"It's nice to meet you, Chantal and Isabella."
Collin already knew Chantal's name, he had seen it through his golden vision when she performed at the train station, her voice unforgettable. That performance was the reason he wanted to sign her. Still, he acted as though it was the first time he had heard it.
"So, Collin, are you really a talent agent? Or are you a kidnapper? Just so you know, we're near a police station, so don't try anything."
Isabella tried to sound tough, but her cheeks flushed. The man in front of her was far too attractive. Every time he smiled, her heart skipped a beat, making it difficult to maintain suspicion.
"I'm not lying," Collin replied calmly, glancing at his watch.
"If you don't believe me, I'll introduce you to someone to prove it. My client should be here in a few minutes."
The two women exchanged confused looks, but their doubts evaporated when another tall man entered the café.
This time, they recognized him.
They didn't know his name, but they had seen him in a film, The Accidental Wedding Crashers. Lawrence Terrence had starred in that film too.
"Let me introduce my client, Axel Gunner. He's starred in The Accidental Wedding Crashers, Week on a Cruise Ship, and Face: Swap."
Out of the three movies, the women only knew the first one, they had even watched it at the cinema.
"It's nice to meet you. I'm Axel Gunner. Erm… I'm here because Collin wanted to prove he's not a kidnapper." Axel looked a little puzzled but played along, his friendly chuckle easing the tension. Collin had just closed a Diore deal for him, so Axel had no problem helping his agent today.
"Wow, you really weren't lying... Chantal, this guy is real!" Isabella exclaimed.
Chantal was also stunned. It was impossible to fake an actor, especially one whose face they had seen on the big screen. On top of that, Axel radiated that unmistakable celebrity aura, a magnetic presence that made people turn their heads.
"Do… do you know Lawrence Terrence? I'm his fan." Chantal asked, her voice tinged with excitement. Isabella leaned in too, eager for the answer. Both were fans of Lawrence.
Axel chuckled at their enthusiasm and pointed toward Collin.
"If you're interested in meeting Lawrence, then you're in luck. Collin is his agent."
The two women turned to Collin. He cleared his throat and got straight to the point.
"Chantal, as I said before, I want to sign a partnership with you. I can make you a superstar."
"..."
Chantal was speechless, this time from pure shock. She hadn't expected a real talent agent to be interested in her. Her heart pounded in her chest. On top of that, this agent managed two famous actors. Clearly, he wasn't an ordinary agent.
If anyone could help her achieve stardom, it was him. After all, Collin had made Axel and Lawrence famous.
"I want to hear more about it."
"Alright."
Collin smiled and began explaining. With calm assurance, he introduced himself and his agency, describing how ANT operated, the resources they provided, and the opportunities available. Aside from actors and directors, ANT also managed music artists and sports players, with an impressive track record.
Collin was confident he could make Chantal famous within a year or two. All she had to do was trust him and sign a deal.
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Isabella was right. Chantal's dream had always been to become a famous singer, a dream she had held in her heart since childhood. That very dream was also one of the reasons her parents had cast her out.
When Chantal turned 18, her parents decided she could live on her own and kicked her out. They felt no guilt about it, convinced she had no future compared to her younger sister, who collected awards every year and embodied everything they valued. To them, Chantal's dream of becoming a singer was nothing but foolishness, a waste of time.
Since then, Chantal had lived with her friend's family in a small yet warm home. She was grateful to Isabella and her parents for taking her in without judgment, only kindness. Chantal worked as a waitress on weekdays to cover her expenses, singing only on weekends at the train station.
"If you want to meet this talent agent, then take me with you. I'll be ready to call the police if he tries anything shady."
Isabella could see Chantal's hesitation about whether to contact the talent agent, so she gave her friend a push.
"I want to prove to my parents that I'll become a famous singer."
"That's the spirit. And once you're famous, don't ever help them. They kicked you out last year, and they never truly supported you."
"T-That sounds kinda bad."
"What do you mean bad? Your parents are the worst. Tell me, have they ever celebrated your birthday?"
"..." Chantal fell silent. Her parents had never done anything special for her. They had provided food and shelter for 18 years, but never a heartfelt gift, never a sincere hug, never a word of encouragement. Most of the time, she had survived through part-time jobs.
"I'll call him."
"I'll be by your side."
Chantal found a phone booth and dialed the number on the business card. Her voice trembled slightly when someone answered.
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The two women sat at a table in a café of their choice. It was one of the most popular cafés in the neighborhood, always bustling with customers.
Today, it was about 70% full, which reassured them. They were confident the talent agent wouldn't try anything reckless, especially since the café was located right next to a police station where patrol cars flashed red and blue.
Chantal kept glancing at the entrance, nervously stirring her cup of coffee.
"He's here," Chantal whispered to Isabella.
"Where?" Isabella asked.
"The tall, handsome guy at the door."
"Oh my God, Chantal, he's hot!" Isabella squealed. Chantal silently agreed, though she tried to keep her composure, unlike her overly excited friend.
That was precisely why Chantal had been skeptical of Collin. He was too handsome to be a talent agent. With his sharp jawline, neatly tailored suit, and confident demeanor, he looked like someone out of a magazine. With that face, he should have been an actor or a model.
Collin scanned the café and spotted Chantal sitting with another woman. He had even postponed his return flight today because Chantal called him yesterday, on what was supposed to be his last night in Paris. It cost him time, but he didn't regret the decision.
"Hello, I'm Collin East, a talent agent."
"I'm Chantal Beaumont."
"I'm Isabella Salome."
"It's nice to meet you, Chantal and Isabella."
Collin already knew Chantal's name, he had seen it through his golden vision when she performed at the train station, her voice unforgettable. That performance was the reason he wanted to sign her. Still, he acted as though it was the first time he had heard it.
"So, Collin, are you really a talent agent? Or are you a kidnapper? Just so you know, we're near a police station, so don't try anything."
Isabella tried to sound tough, but her cheeks flushed. The man in front of her was far too attractive. Every time he smiled, her heart skipped a beat, making it difficult to maintain suspicion.
"I'm not lying," Collin replied calmly, glancing at his watch.
"If you don't believe me, I'll introduce you to someone to prove it. My client should be here in a few minutes."
The two women exchanged confused looks, but their doubts evaporated when another tall man entered the café.
This time, they recognized him.
They didn't know his name, but they had seen him in a film, The Accidental Wedding Crashers. Lawrence Terrence had starred in that film too.
"Let me introduce my client, Axel Gunner. He's starred in The Accidental Wedding Crashers, Week on a Cruise Ship, and Face: Swap."
Out of the three movies, the women only knew the first one, they had even watched it at the cinema.
"It's nice to meet you. I'm Axel Gunner. Erm… I'm here because Collin wanted to prove he's not a kidnapper." Axel looked a little puzzled but played along, his friendly chuckle easing the tension. Collin had just closed a Diore deal for him, so Axel had no problem helping his agent today.
"Wow, you really weren't lying... Chantal, this guy is real!" Isabella exclaimed.
Chantal was also stunned. It was impossible to fake an actor, especially one whose face they had seen on the big screen. On top of that, Axel radiated that unmistakable celebrity aura, a magnetic presence that made people turn their heads.
"Do… do you know Lawrence Terrence? I'm his fan." Chantal asked, her voice tinged with excitement. Isabella leaned in too, eager for the answer. Both were fans of Lawrence.
Axel chuckled at their enthusiasm and pointed toward Collin.
"If you're interested in meeting Lawrence, then you're in luck. Collin is his agent."
The two women turned to Collin. He cleared his throat and got straight to the point.
"Chantal, as I said before, I want to sign a partnership with you. I can make you a superstar."
"..."
Chantal was speechless, this time from pure shock. She hadn't expected a real talent agent to be interested in her. Her heart pounded in her chest. On top of that, this agent managed two famous actors. Clearly, he wasn't an ordinary agent.
If anyone could help her achieve stardom, it was him. After all, Collin had made Axel and Lawrence famous.
"I want to hear more about it."
"Alright."
Collin smiled and began explaining. With calm assurance, he introduced himself and his agency, describing how ANT operated, the resources they provided, and the opportunities available. Aside from actors and directors, ANT also managed music artists and sports players, with an impressive track record.
Collin was confident he could make Chantal famous within a year or two. All she had to do was trust him and sign a deal.
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Three days after Collin met Chantal Beaumont for the first time, he had already created a plan for her stardom. The agent wasted no time drafting multiple strategies in his notebook, carefully considering every possible angle.
"My first plan is to let you compete in The Singing Voice."
"You can do that?" Chantal was surprised, her eyes widening and her accent thickening in a way that made her words even more charming and authentic. The disbelief in her tone was unmistakable.
She had heard of The Singing Voice. In fact, the show was also broadcast in France, though dubbed in French except for the singing parts. Chantal often dreamed of participating in it, imagining herself turning all four coaches' chairs, hearing the audience cheer, and feeling the thrill of proving herself. She dreamed of winning the competition, becoming a successful singer, hearing her songs on the radio, and seeing her face printed on posters.
She never expected Collin to be able to place her on that show without her going through the usual struggle of sending tapes, and begging for auditions like so many others.
"My client is the host of The Singing Voice."
"Jennifer Randon?" Chantal was even more shocked, almost falling back into her chair. She knew exactly who Jennifer Randon was, she had watched her on the show.
"That's right." Collin nodded with calm confidence.
"I can attest to that. Jennifer is my friend, and we are both Collin's clients," Axel testified, his words carrying assurance.
"Wait, this is too much of a coincidence. Are you telling me that not only Axel Gunner and Lawrence Terrence, but also Jennifer Randon, are your clients? Are you telling me you're really that great of an agent?" Isabella butted in, frowning at Collin. Her skeptical eyes narrowed, as if trying to see through him. She found it hard to believe that this agent truly represented so many successful clients.
"That's why Miss Beaumont here is lucky that Collin took an interest in her," Axel replied with a knowing grin.
"I know you're still skeptical. At the end of the day, it's Chantal's decision whether she wants to work with me or not," Collin added. His tone was both gentle and firm, showing he wasn't trying to force anyone.
Chantal was touched that her friend was worried about her. Isabella held her hand, silently reassuring her with a comforting squeeze. Chantal felt, maybe for the first time, that someone truly believed she was worth fighting for. Still, she was eager to hear more of Collin's proposed plan.
"What's your other plan?" she asked.
"The second plan is the usual one. I'll find a record label that can help you break into the music industry. Don't worry, I'll meticulously check every record label that meets your criteria. You probably haven't heard of it, but ANT has worked with many record labels."
Chantal listened intently, absorbing every word Collin said. She and Isabella exchanged a look, and in that shared silence, both women understood this was a turning point.
Having nothing and being a nobody, Chantal knew this opportunity might never come again, the kind of chance that only appeared once in a lifetime. Besides, with Axel Gunner as living proof that Collin was not some kind of trafficker or scammer, she felt this meeting could very well determine her future.
Should she decline and find her own way? Should she continue singing at the train station, earning a few hundred francs each day, her voice echoing against the cold stone walls as strangers passed her by? Should she wait for another talent agent to discover her? Was that even possible, or was she only fooling herself?
Or should she take Collin's hand and fight for her dream?
She bit her lip and made her decision.
"Collin, please make me a star."
When she said that, Collin couldn't help but smile, not the polished smile of an agent sealing a deal, but a genuine one that carried both relief and determination.
"I will make you a star," Collin replied, shaking hands with the young woman.
"You don't have to worry. If there's anyone who can help you become famous, Collin is the best choice. You might not understand now, but you'll see later. Collin East is famous for being the hidden ace of ANT," Axel assured the two women.
Isabella and Chantal looked at Collin, who only shrugged his shoulders. Honestly, he still had no idea why he was called the so-called hidden ace of ANT, a title that felt both flattering and burdensome. In his mind, he was just doing his job.
The fact that this title had begun spreading through the company was alarming, but Collin didn't know how to stop it.
Every agent in the company had heard about Collin's story. They knew he managed four promising clients and helped build their careers from scratch. Yes, Collin was shy about the way his story had spread, and the whispers in the hallways often embarrassed him.
'The story started getting out of control around the time I saved Jolyne Robs. I swear, they used me as the frontman.' Collin sighed. His story had been exaggerated to cover up Jolyne's kidnapping incident.
Collin and Chantal made an agreement. He would provide her with money to prepare her documents since she needed to travel to the United States to pursue her career. She was free to take Isabella with her if she wished, knowing that having a friend by her side would make the transition less frightening.
Later that day, Chantal and Isabella discussed it seriously. That evening, Isabella's parents returned home and the family gathered to watch television.
When the commercials came on, a promotion for Face: Swap appeared. The cast of the movie was being interviewed. Isabella and Chantal saw Axel's interview on the red carpet and even caught a glimpse of Collin in the background.
The two young women stared at each other. After that, they didn't hesitate anymore.
Chantal explained everything to Isabella's parents, who were happy to hear she had something promising ahead. Isabella also told them she wanted to go to the United States to help Chantal. Her parents agreed, but only gave her a year to live with her friend. After that, Isabella would have to find her own way.
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Collin returned to the United States while Axel stayed in Europe. The actor still needed to go to Italy to promote the movie before returning to America.
Collin made an international call to Chantal and was satisfied to hear that she was already sorting her documents. Her voice sounded excited, full of hope. As for Collin, he had his own preparations to make.
He needed to find her a safe and comfortable place to stay. He also had to research the record labels ANT worked with, narrowing down which ones would be best for a newcomer like Chantal.
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Just like that, August arrived, and with it came the premiere of Bride Runaway.
August 1, 1998. Friday.
Lawrence Terrence and Jolyne Robs stepped onto the red carpet, holding hands. Both smiled at the cameras, looking sweet together, though they kept just enough distance to suggest they were "just friends." It was a careful balance, affection mixed with restraint.
But the truth was, they weren't friends at all. They hated each other. Still, because this was the red carpet for Bride Runaway, they had to maintain the façade, hiding sharp daggers behind practiced smiles.
Three days after Collin met Chantal Beaumont for the first time, he had already created a plan for her stardom. The agent wasted no time drafting multiple strategies in his notebook, carefully considering every possible angle.
"My first plan is to let you compete in The Singing Voice."
"You can do that?" Chantal was surprised, her eyes widening and her accent thickening in a way that made her words even more charming and authentic. The disbelief in her tone was unmistakable.
She had heard of The Singing Voice. In fact, the show was also broadcast in France, though dubbed in French except for the singing parts. Chantal often dreamed of participating in it, imagining herself turning all four coaches' chairs, hearing the audience cheer, and feeling the thrill of proving herself. She dreamed of winning the competition, becoming a successful singer, hearing her songs on the radio, and seeing her face printed on posters.
She never expected Collin to be able to place her on that show without her going through the usual struggle of sending tapes, and begging for auditions like so many others.
"My client is the host of The Singing Voice."
"Jennifer Randon?" Chantal was even more shocked, almost falling back into her chair. She knew exactly who Jennifer Randon was, she had watched her on the show.
"That's right." Collin nodded with calm confidence.
"I can attest to that. Jennifer is my friend, and we are both Collin's clients," Axel testified, his words carrying assurance.
"Wait, this is too much of a coincidence. Are you telling me that not only Axel Gunner and Lawrence Terrence, but also Jennifer Randon, are your clients? Are you telling me you're really that great of an agent?" Isabella butted in, frowning at Collin. Her skeptical eyes narrowed, as if trying to see through him. She found it hard to believe that this agent truly represented so many successful clients.
"That's why Miss Beaumont here is lucky that Collin took an interest in her," Axel replied with a knowing grin.
"I know you're still skeptical. At the end of the day, it's Chantal's decision whether she wants to work with me or not," Collin added. His tone was both gentle and firm, showing he wasn't trying to force anyone.
Chantal was touched that her friend was worried about her. Isabella held her hand, silently reassuring her with a comforting squeeze. Chantal felt, maybe for the first time, that someone truly believed she was worth fighting for. Still, she was eager to hear more of Collin's proposed plan.
"What's your other plan?" she asked.
"The second plan is the usual one. I'll find a record label that can help you break into the music industry. Don't worry, I'll meticulously check every record label that meets your criteria. You probably haven't heard of it, but ANT has worked with many record labels."
Chantal listened intently, absorbing every word Collin said. She and Isabella exchanged a look, and in that shared silence, both women understood this was a turning point.
Having nothing and being a nobody, Chantal knew this opportunity might never come again, the kind of chance that only appeared once in a lifetime. Besides, with Axel Gunner as living proof that Collin was not some kind of trafficker or scammer, she felt this meeting could very well determine her future.
Should she decline and find her own way? Should she continue singing at the train station, earning a few hundred francs each day, her voice echoing against the cold stone walls as strangers passed her by? Should she wait for another talent agent to discover her? Was that even possible, or was she only fooling herself?
Or should she take Collin's hand and fight for her dream?
She bit her lip and made her decision.
"Collin, please make me a star."
When she said that, Collin couldn't help but smile, not the polished smile of an agent sealing a deal, but a genuine one that carried both relief and determination.
"I will make you a star," Collin replied, shaking hands with the young woman.
"You don't have to worry. If there's anyone who can help you become famous, Collin is the best choice. You might not understand now, but you'll see later. Collin East is famous for being the hidden ace of ANT," Axel assured the two women.
Isabella and Chantal looked at Collin, who only shrugged his shoulders. Honestly, he still had no idea why he was called the so-called hidden ace of ANT, a title that felt both flattering and burdensome. In his mind, he was just doing his job.
The fact that this title had begun spreading through the company was alarming, but Collin didn't know how to stop it.
Every agent in the company had heard about Collin's story. They knew he managed four promising clients and helped build their careers from scratch. Yes, Collin was shy about the way his story had spread, and the whispers in the hallways often embarrassed him.
'The story started getting out of control around the time I saved Jolyne Robs. I swear, they used me as the frontman.' Collin sighed. His story had been exaggerated to cover up Jolyne's kidnapping incident.
Collin and Chantal made an agreement. He would provide her with money to prepare her documents since she needed to travel to the United States to pursue her career. She was free to take Isabella with her if she wished, knowing that having a friend by her side would make the transition less frightening.
Later that day, Chantal and Isabella discussed it seriously. That evening, Isabella's parents returned home and the family gathered to watch television.
When the commercials came on, a promotion for Face: Swap appeared. The cast of the movie was being interviewed. Isabella and Chantal saw Axel's interview on the red carpet and even caught a glimpse of Collin in the background.
The two young women stared at each other. After that, they didn't hesitate anymore.
Chantal explained everything to Isabella's parents, who were happy to hear she had something promising ahead. Isabella also told them she wanted to go to the United States to help Chantal. Her parents agreed, but only gave her a year to live with her friend. After that, Isabella would have to find her own way.
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Collin returned to the United States while Axel stayed in Europe. The actor still needed to go to Italy to promote the movie before returning to America.
Collin made an international call to Chantal and was satisfied to hear that she was already sorting her documents. Her voice sounded excited, full of hope. As for Collin, he had his own preparations to make.
He needed to find her a safe and comfortable place to stay. He also had to research the record labels ANT worked with, narrowing down which ones would be best for a newcomer like Chantal.
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Just like that, August arrived, and with it came the premiere of Bride Runaway.
August 1, 1998. Friday.
Lawrence Terrence and Jolyne Robs stepped onto the red carpet, holding hands. Both smiled at the cameras, looking sweet together, though they kept just enough distance to suggest they were "just friends." It was a careful balance, affection mixed with restraint.
But the truth was, they weren't friends at all. They hated each other. Still, because this was the red carpet for Bride Runaway, they had to maintain the façade, hiding sharp daggers behind practiced smiles.
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The two actors stepped onto the red carpet in formal attire, Lawrence in a suit and Jolyne in a gown that shimmered under the flashing lights. Lawrence's tailored suit fit him perfectly, sharp lines enhancing his figure, while Jolyne's dress flowed like water around her. She held Lawrence's arm as they walked close together, their practiced smiles making it seem as if they were truly close, when in reality, they could barely stand each other.
Their fans screamed their names with wild excitement, voices blending into one overwhelming roar that echoed down the carpet. Some fans held banners, others waved posters with their pictures. Photographers captured their every movement, the flashing lights nearly blinding them as dozens of lenses clicked in rapid succession. They posed for the cameras, their smiles kept in place, every tilt of their heads carefully calculated to create the perfect angle for magazines and newspapers, to look good from every direction.
When they reached the next spot, a female reporter stood waiting, microphone in hand, smiling brightly at the chance to interview two of Hollywood's stars.
"Jolyne, I'm a big fan. I just want to say you look stunning in that dress."
"Thank you." The actress returned the compliment with a graceful smile, her tone soft and polite.
"And you, Lawrence, such a young man, but full of charisma."
"I practiced in the mirror." Lawrence joked with a playful smirk, drawing laughter from both the reporter and Jolyne.
The reporter began professionally, asking safe questions about the film, their roles, and their experiences on set... until she touched on Jolyne's abduction incident.
"We know about the tragedy you experienced. I just want to ask—" she hesitated before continuing, "is it true that you flirted with Producer Perberto, and that he believed you were romantically interested in him, which led to your kidnapping?"
In short, was it your fault that you almost got kidnapped, Jolyne Robs?
Jolyne's expression faltered, her lips trembling slightly while her eyes dimmed with hurt. For a moment, the strong and confident actress looked like a fragile girl. The question cut deeply.
Lawrence's frown was immediate and sharp.
"Next question. That question lacks professionalism. I can't believe you even thought of asking it," he snapped coldly.
"Well, I mean—" the reporter stammered with a nervous laugh.
"If you have nothing sensible to say, then we'll leave now. I see you lack professionalism. How insensitive can you be? Jolyne was kidnapped, and you're blaming her? Is your brain even working?" Lawrence's words were harsh, his tone filled with scorn.
The reporter was left speechless.
Lawrence and Jolyne walked away. The actress smirked, amusement flashing in her eyes at how easily Lawrence played his role as the protective co-star.
"That's impressive. If you didn't deliver, I would've slap her."
"I didn't do it for you. I did it because PR told me to."
Before the red carpet, both Lawrence and Jolyne had been briefed in a hotel suite by their publicists, who walked them through possible scenarios and potential questions. The abduction incident was at the top of the list. Their PR teams predicted that reporters might ask offensive questions.
Together, their teams decided to turn the risk into an opportunity. Lawrence would step in and protect Jolyne if anything offensive was asked. That way, Jolyne could avoid saying something that might damage her reputation. She had a history of lashing out at the media, and Lawrence's job was to contain her temper before it ruined the night.
Just as predicted, the interview was broadcast on TV. Jolyne's hurt expression gained sympathy, while Lawrence's protective response earned admiration. The perfect narrative had been created. Their fans loved them even more because of it.
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Bride Runaway told the story of a bride who had fled from dozens of weddings. During her latest attempt to escape, she stumbled and was saved by a young and handsome journalist whose curiosity was instantly piqued by the mysterious woman.
Driven to uncover her story, the journalist began investigating and learned that she had run away from wedding after wedding. He decided to write an article, but with incomplete information, his piece painted her in an unfair light.
The runaway bride challenged his claims. The journalist then traveled to her hometown, only to discover there was far more to her story than he first believed. She was innocent, misunderstood by society.
As they grew closer, the two slowly fell in love. And this time, the bride didn't run away from the wedding.
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"Phew… thank God."
Jeremiah sighed in relief as he studied the opening weekend performance of Bride Runaway from his office, papers stacked high around him. For weeks, he had feared suffering the same fate as Taylor, the executive who was fired.
The black man in his thirties read the data received from the Cinema Alliance with trembling hands, double-checking the numbers again and again.
From August 1 to August 3, which was Friday through Sunday, the box office gross of Bride Runaway surpassed $44 million.
It was a satisfying performance, a clear success, especially for a romantic comedy in a competitive summer box office season.
Recently, Jeremiah had faced intense scrutiny for the scandal surrounding the production. Many blamed him for what happened to Jolyne Robs, which tarnished his reputation as one of the best producers at Wash Dismay Studio, a reputation he had spent more than a decade building. Even the Chairman had expressed his disappointment.
As the producer, Jeremiah had no choice but to shoulder the criticism. It was his responsibility to maintain peace during production and ensure no scandals erupted. Unfortunately, he had failed. Jolyne's abduction had become a massive story, one that nearly ruined everything.
He had worked tirelessly to fix the problem, even resorting to collaborating with ANT to mitigate the damage.
Thankfully, his hard work paid off. Bride Runaway was a clear success. For now, at least, Jeremiah could breathe easier. Surely he wouldn't be kicked out of the company… right?
Suddenly, his phone rang. The call was from Chairman Greg Marinero.
"Sir." Jeremiah answered nervously, his throat dry and heartbeat quickening. Sweat dampened his palms as he waited for the Chairman to speak.
"I saw the opening weekend numbers for Bride Runaway."
"Yes, sir. It grossed over $44 million after three days in 3,158 theaters across North America."
"Hm. You did a great job. Keep it up."
"Yes, Chairman!" Relief flooded Jeremiah. The Chairman's praise loosened the tension that had been weighing on him for months since the kidnapping incident. He had even resorted to pills just to sleep at night.
"However, I don't want a repeat of what happened last time. Work harder and don't make any mistakes."
"I promise, Chairman. That was the last mistake you'll ever hear from me."
"Alright. Your bonus will be given once the movie finishes its run. Work hard and intensify the promotion. If you have to, use Jolyne's abduction incident to attract attention. I want this movie to make more money."
Chairman Greg Marinero ended the call. For him, everything was about money. The film industry, in his eyes, was nothing else.
It was unfortunate that the studio had to increase Jolyne Robs' box office share, but in exchange, Wash Dismay shamelessly used her story to promote the movie. The result spoke for itself: the film earned more than anyone predicted.
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The two actors stepped onto the red carpet in formal attire, Lawrence in a suit and Jolyne in a gown that shimmered under the flashing lights. Lawrence's tailored suit fit him perfectly, sharp lines enhancing his figure, while Jolyne's dress flowed like water around her. She held Lawrence's arm as they walked close together, their practiced smiles making it seem as if they were truly close, when in reality, they could barely stand each other.
Their fans screamed their names with wild excitement, voices blending into one overwhelming roar that echoed down the carpet. Some fans held banners, others waved posters with their pictures. Photographers captured their every movement, the flashing lights nearly blinding them as dozens of lenses clicked in rapid succession. They posed for the cameras, their smiles kept in place, every tilt of their heads carefully calculated to create the perfect angle for magazines and newspapers, to look good from every direction.
When they reached the next spot, a female reporter stood waiting, microphone in hand, smiling brightly at the chance to interview two of Hollywood's stars.
"Jolyne, I'm a big fan. I just want to say you look stunning in that dress."
"Thank you." The actress returned the compliment with a graceful smile, her tone soft and polite.
"And you, Lawrence, such a young man, but full of charisma."
"I practiced in the mirror." Lawrence joked with a playful smirk, drawing laughter from both the reporter and Jolyne.
The reporter began professionally, asking safe questions about the film, their roles, and their experiences on set... until she touched on Jolyne's abduction incident.
"We know about the tragedy you experienced. I just want to ask—" she hesitated before continuing, "is it true that you flirted with Producer Perberto, and that he believed you were romantically interested in him, which led to your kidnapping?"
In short, was it your fault that you almost got kidnapped, Jolyne Robs?
Jolyne's expression faltered, her lips trembling slightly while her eyes dimmed with hurt. For a moment, the strong and confident actress looked like a fragile girl. The question cut deeply.
Lawrence's frown was immediate and sharp.
"Next question. That question lacks professionalism. I can't believe you even thought of asking it," he snapped coldly.
"Well, I mean—" the reporter stammered with a nervous laugh.
"If you have nothing sensible to say, then we'll leave now. I see you lack professionalism. How insensitive can you be? Jolyne was kidnapped, and you're blaming her? Is your brain even working?" Lawrence's words were harsh, his tone filled with scorn.
The reporter was left speechless.
Lawrence and Jolyne walked away. The actress smirked, amusement flashing in her eyes at how easily Lawrence played his role as the protective co-star.
"That's impressive. If you didn't deliver, I would've slap her."
"I didn't do it for you. I did it because PR told me to."
Before the red carpet, both Lawrence and Jolyne had been briefed in a hotel suite by their publicists, who walked them through possible scenarios and potential questions. The abduction incident was at the top of the list. Their PR teams predicted that reporters might ask offensive questions.
Together, their teams decided to turn the risk into an opportunity. Lawrence would step in and protect Jolyne if anything offensive was asked. That way, Jolyne could avoid saying something that might damage her reputation. She had a history of lashing out at the media, and Lawrence's job was to contain her temper before it ruined the night.
Just as predicted, the interview was broadcast on TV. Jolyne's hurt expression gained sympathy, while Lawrence's protective response earned admiration. The perfect narrative had been created. Their fans loved them even more because of it.
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Bride Runaway told the story of a bride who had fled from dozens of weddings. During her latest attempt to escape, she stumbled and was saved by a young and handsome journalist whose curiosity was instantly piqued by the mysterious woman.
Driven to uncover her story, the journalist began investigating and learned that she had run away from wedding after wedding. He decided to write an article, but with incomplete information, his piece painted her in an unfair light.
The runaway bride challenged his claims. The journalist then traveled to her hometown, only to discover there was far more to her story than he first believed. She was innocent, misunderstood by society.
As they grew closer, the two slowly fell in love. And this time, the bride didn't run away from the wedding.
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"Phew… thank God."
Jeremiah sighed in relief as he studied the opening weekend performance of Bride Runaway from his office, papers stacked high around him. For weeks, he had feared suffering the same fate as Taylor, the executive who was fired.
The black man in his thirties read the data received from the Cinema Alliance with trembling hands, double-checking the numbers again and again.
From August 1 to August 3, which was Friday through Sunday, the box office gross of Bride Runaway surpassed $44 million.
It was a satisfying performance, a clear success, especially for a romantic comedy in a competitive summer box office season.
Recently, Jeremiah had faced intense scrutiny for the scandal surrounding the production. Many blamed him for what happened to Jolyne Robs, which tarnished his reputation as one of the best producers at Wash Dismay Studio, a reputation he had spent more than a decade building. Even the Chairman had expressed his disappointment.
As the producer, Jeremiah had no choice but to shoulder the criticism. It was his responsibility to maintain peace during production and ensure no scandals erupted. Unfortunately, he had failed. Jolyne's abduction had become a massive story, one that nearly ruined everything.
He had worked tirelessly to fix the problem, even resorting to collaborating with ANT to mitigate the damage.
Thankfully, his hard work paid off. Bride Runaway was a clear success. For now, at least, Jeremiah could breathe easier. Surely he wouldn't be kicked out of the company… right?
Suddenly, his phone rang. The call was from Chairman Greg Marinero.
"Sir." Jeremiah answered nervously, his throat dry and heartbeat quickening. Sweat dampened his palms as he waited for the Chairman to speak.
"I saw the opening weekend numbers for Bride Runaway."
"Yes, sir. It grossed over $44 million after three days in 3,158 theaters across North America."
"Hm. You did a great job. Keep it up."
"Yes, Chairman!" Relief flooded Jeremiah. The Chairman's praise loosened the tension that had been weighing on him for months since the kidnapping incident. He had even resorted to pills just to sleep at night.
"However, I don't want a repeat of what happened last time. Work harder and don't make any mistakes."
"I promise, Chairman. That was the last mistake you'll ever hear from me."
"Alright. Your bonus will be given once the movie finishes its run. Work hard and intensify the promotion. If you have to, use Jolyne's abduction incident to attract attention. I want this movie to make more money."
Chairman Greg Marinero ended the call. For him, everything was about money. The film industry, in his eyes, was nothing else.
It was unfortunate that the studio had to increase Jolyne Robs' box office share, but in exchange, Wash Dismay shamelessly used her story to promote the movie. The result spoke for itself: the film earned more than anyone predicted.
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Because the performance of Bride Runaway had been a success on its opening weekend, Wash Dismay Studio intensified the movie's promotion with an even more aggressive campaign.
Almost every television channel aired the trailer repeatedly, sometimes two or three times within a single hour, ensuring that no one could escape hearing about the film. Newspapers were just as relentless, covering the movie, its cast, and related stories to make a strong statement.
The production showed no concern for respecting Jolyne's recent abduction incident. It was shameless, but in the film industry, such ruthless tactics were common, just another way to create hype. They repeatedly recycled old articles and footage, refreshed audiences on past news, and even generated new headlines linking her trauma to the film's release.
Of course, they didn't blame Jolyne or tarnish her reputation. Every news article sympathized with her, portraying her as a strong, resilient woman who continued working despite everything. Wash Dismay Studio simply wanted publicity for Bride Runaway. Since Jolyne had already signed a better contract, ensuring her reputation remained intact, she professionally went along with the studio's promotional strategy.
And their method worked. After ten days of screening, the film grossed $93 million at the North American box office.
The cast appeared on talk shows and interviews one after another, hopping from television studios to radio stations. Jolyne and Lawrence, in particular, were featured together on many programs.
"Bro, why are you staring at my client like you want to kill him?"
Collin frowned as he noticed Arnold glaring at Lawrence. The two agents stood in the corner of the Saturday Night Show studio, where the atmosphere buzzed with energy from the live audience. They were watching Lawrence and Jolyne perform a comedic skit that had the crowd roaring with laughter.
"Because I want to beat your client," Arnold said, clenching his fist.
"Arnold, you're crazy. You rarely talk about your client, so I assumed your relationship with Jolyne never happened." Collin lowered his voice so only Arnold could hear, sneaking cautious glances at the nearby staff.
"But after seeing your reaction tonight, bro, I think you need to chill. Tell me, you didn't break up with your girlfriend because of Jolyne, right?"
Collin wasn't naive. He realized there was something between Jolyne and Arnold, but he hadn't expected it to escalate to the point of jeopardizing Arnold's career.
"You didn't break up with your girlfriend, who was a teacher, because of Jolyne, right?" he repeated, his tone sharper this time.
Arnold remained silent.
Collin sighed. He now knew the truth. That silence said it all.
"Did the executives know about this? You know relationships with our clients are strictly prohibited. We even signed contracts regarding this."
"I spoke to the CEO. I told him that Jolyne would find another agency if she ended our relationship. The CEO agreed, but we have to keep our relationship a secret," Arnold admitted.
"Am I hearing this correctly? You just threatened the CEO, Lila Seraphina?"
"So what?" Arnold's white talent shimmered faintly.
"So what, my ass. You don't even know if this relationship will last. What if Jolyne falls for someone else? Actresses often develop feelings for their male co-stars. What will happen to your professional relationship as her agent if you two break up?"
"That's why I'm thinking of punching your client."
"You're insane," Collin sighed deeply, rubbing his forehead as if trying to massage away a growing headache.
"I just pray this decision of yours doesn't end badly."
The two agents stayed quiet after that, watching the Saturday Night Show live in the studio while the audience continued cheering.
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The next day, Collin presented two scripts to Lawrence. Since the actor would finish promoting Bride Runaway in another month, it was time to line up another project that could continue his streak of successful films.
His short cameo in Wyatt's comedy film had been completed in just a day and barely felt like work.
Lawrence picked up the two scripts, reading them carefully with furrowed brows, his concentration fully on the pages.
"The first is from Director Thomas Summerbelt. He wants to work with you again."
Director Summerbelt had returned to the industry after a long hiatus, and his comeback had already attracted attention from critics and studios alike.
"Don't tell me he's working with Sonya-Collapse Studio?" Lawrence asked. There was no mention of the studio in the script.
"I'm also confused about that. Sonya-Collapse Studio expressed interest in working with him and even recommended Producer Harper to collaborate for the second time. However, Director Summerbelt did a 180 and chose 20th Centaur instead."
"Thank God," Lawrence sighed with relief. After working with many production teams, he considered Producer Harper one of the worst in the business.
If he were ranking producers, Jeremiah would be first, Harper dead last.
"Is there something I don't know?" Collin asked.
"You weren't in Bora Bora, so you haven't heard what the producer did, he just fucked around, quite literally" Lawrence said bluntly.
"I thought that was just a rumor," Collin replied, surprised.
"It's real. I can confirm it. I was there."
"So working with 20th Centaur is the right choice then."
"If Summerbelt had worked with Sonya-Collapse and Harper, I'd never work with him again." Lawrence shrugged, exuding self-assurance. His filmography was filled with blockbusters, giving him the freedom to be selective.
"I'll take Director Summerbelt's script," he confirmed. He trusted the director's talent and believed their collaboration would produce something remarkable.
As for the second script:
"It's from Whiner Bruh Studio. They're interested in working with you. I met the director, he seems great."
Collin didn't mention that the director had a reputation for making horror blockbusters. He had yellow talent.
"I've heard of him, but isn't he a horror director? Why is he venturing into romance?" Lawrence frowned as he scanned the story. Though it seemed promising, he doubted a horror director could deliver a successful romance.
"That, I don't know," Collin admitted honestly. Perhaps the director was branching into a new genre to broaden his creative range.
"I'll go with Director Summerbelt's script. This movie will release next year, right?"
"If the schedule works out."
No one could predict the future, after all.
"I want to do one movie per year. Anything more will take a toll on me." Lawrence now valued balance between career and personal life and was no longer eager to overwork.
"Alright."
"Collin, I want at least $15 million. If you can secure a box office share, even better."
"I'll keep that in mind."
Lawrence's salary as the male lead of Bride Runaway had been $15 million with no box office share. He secretly envied Jolyne, who had earned a share, especially as the film's success grew. Every additional million reminded him of the money he wasn't making.
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Because the performance of Bride Runaway had been a success on its opening weekend, Wash Dismay Studio intensified the movie's promotion with an even more aggressive campaign.
Almost every television channel aired the trailer repeatedly, sometimes two or three times within a single hour, ensuring that no one could escape hearing about the film. Newspapers were just as relentless, covering the movie, its cast, and related stories to make a strong statement.
The production showed no concern for respecting Jolyne's recent abduction incident. It was shameless, but in the film industry, such ruthless tactics were common, just another way to create hype. They repeatedly recycled old articles and footage, refreshed audiences on past news, and even generated new headlines linking her trauma to the film's release.
Of course, they didn't blame Jolyne or tarnish her reputation. Every news article sympathized with her, portraying her as a strong, resilient woman who continued working despite everything. Wash Dismay Studio simply wanted publicity for Bride Runaway. Since Jolyne had already signed a better contract, ensuring her reputation remained intact, she professionally went along with the studio's promotional strategy.
And their method worked. After ten days of screening, the film grossed $93 million at the North American box office.
The cast appeared on talk shows and interviews one after another, hopping from television studios to radio stations. Jolyne and Lawrence, in particular, were featured together on many programs.
"Bro, why are you staring at my client like you want to kill him?"
Collin frowned as he noticed Arnold glaring at Lawrence. The two agents stood in the corner of the Saturday Night Show studio, where the atmosphere buzzed with energy from the live audience. They were watching Lawrence and Jolyne perform a comedic skit that had the crowd roaring with laughter.
"Because I want to beat your client," Arnold said, clenching his fist.
"Arnold, you're crazy. You rarely talk about your client, so I assumed your relationship with Jolyne never happened." Collin lowered his voice so only Arnold could hear, sneaking cautious glances at the nearby staff.
"But after seeing your reaction tonight, bro, I think you need to chill. Tell me, you didn't break up with your girlfriend because of Jolyne, right?"
Collin wasn't naive. He realized there was something between Jolyne and Arnold, but he hadn't expected it to escalate to the point of jeopardizing Arnold's career.
"You didn't break up with your girlfriend, who was a teacher, because of Jolyne, right?" he repeated, his tone sharper this time.
Arnold remained silent.
Collin sighed. He now knew the truth. That silence said it all.
"Did the executives know about this? You know relationships with our clients are strictly prohibited. We even signed contracts regarding this."
"I spoke to the CEO. I told him that Jolyne would find another agency if she ended our relationship. The CEO agreed, but we have to keep our relationship a secret," Arnold admitted.
"Am I hearing this correctly? You just threatened the CEO, Lila Seraphina?"
"So what?" Arnold's white talent shimmered faintly.
"So what, my ass. You don't even know if this relationship will last. What if Jolyne falls for someone else? Actresses often develop feelings for their male co-stars. What will happen to your professional relationship as her agent if you two break up?"
"That's why I'm thinking of punching your client."
"You're insane," Collin sighed deeply, rubbing his forehead as if trying to massage away a growing headache.
"I just pray this decision of yours doesn't end badly."
The two agents stayed quiet after that, watching the Saturday Night Show live in the studio while the audience continued cheering.
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The next day, Collin presented two scripts to Lawrence. Since the actor would finish promoting Bride Runaway in another month, it was time to line up another project that could continue his streak of successful films.
His short cameo in Wyatt's comedy film had been completed in just a day and barely felt like work.
Lawrence picked up the two scripts, reading them carefully with furrowed brows, his concentration fully on the pages.
"The first is from Director Thomas Summerbelt. He wants to work with you again."
Director Summerbelt had returned to the industry after a long hiatus, and his comeback had already attracted attention from critics and studios alike.
"Don't tell me he's working with Sonya-Collapse Studio?" Lawrence asked. There was no mention of the studio in the script.
"I'm also confused about that. Sonya-Collapse Studio expressed interest in working with him and even recommended Producer Harper to collaborate for the second time. However, Director Summerbelt did a 180 and chose 20th Centaur instead."
"Thank God," Lawrence sighed with relief. After working with many production teams, he considered Producer Harper one of the worst in the business.
If he were ranking producers, Jeremiah would be first, Harper dead last.
"Is there something I don't know?" Collin asked.
"You weren't in Bora Bora, so you haven't heard what the producer did, he just fucked around, quite literally" Lawrence said bluntly.
"I thought that was just a rumor," Collin replied, surprised.
"It's real. I can confirm it. I was there."
"So working with 20th Centaur is the right choice then."
"If Summerbelt had worked with Sonya-Collapse and Harper, I'd never work with him again." Lawrence shrugged, exuding self-assurance. His filmography was filled with blockbusters, giving him the freedom to be selective.
"I'll take Director Summerbelt's script," he confirmed. He trusted the director's talent and believed their collaboration would produce something remarkable.
As for the second script:
"It's from Whiner Bruh Studio. They're interested in working with you. I met the director, he seems great."
Collin didn't mention that the director had a reputation for making horror blockbusters. He had yellow talent.
"I've heard of him, but isn't he a horror director? Why is he venturing into romance?" Lawrence frowned as he scanned the story. Though it seemed promising, he doubted a horror director could deliver a successful romance.
"That, I don't know," Collin admitted honestly. Perhaps the director was branching into a new genre to broaden his creative range.
"I'll go with Director Summerbelt's script. This movie will release next year, right?"
"If the schedule works out."
No one could predict the future, after all.
"I want to do one movie per year. Anything more will take a toll on me." Lawrence now valued balance between career and personal life and was no longer eager to overwork.
"Alright."
"Collin, I want at least $15 million. If you can secure a box office share, even better."
"I'll keep that in mind."
Lawrence's salary as the male lead of Bride Runaway had been $15 million with no box office share. He secretly envied Jolyne, who had earned a share, especially as the film's success grew. Every additional million reminded him of the money he wasn't making.
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Producer Harper was livid as he realized that Director Summerbelt had no intention of working with him again. Fury boiled inside him, threatening to consume him entirely.
"That fucking bastard! I helped him when he filmed Passionate Island, and now he's acting like he doesn't know me. Fuck!" His voice echoed sharply and venomously through the office, scattering papers across the floor in his manic rage.
Sonya-Collapse Studio had encouraged him to convince the director to work with them again and had been very clear about how much they expected him to succeed. The studio was even ready to pay Harper $1 million bonus if he convinced the director, a generous carrot dangling in front of him.
Harper had thought the job would be easy and considered it done, smugly assuming that Summerbelt owed him a debt of gratitude. But things hadn't gone his way. Director Summerbelt had no intention of working with him again and made that point bluntly.
Instead, Summerbelt signed a deal with 20th Centaur, one of Hollywood's major studios.
Harper slammed his fists against the table, groaning in pain as he realized he had overestimated the strength of his hands compared to the solid desk. He hadn't broken the table, he'd broken a bone in his hand. He bit down on his lip to suppress a scream. It was both stupid and humiliating.
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Just like Lawrence, Axel Gunner also received a script.
Face: Swap had now grossed over $282 million at the worldwide box office. Touchpebbles Pictures was satisfied with the performance and no longer held a grudge against Axel. In Hollywood, money forgives everything.
With this success, Axel had salvaged his reputation. One production studio considered him worth hiring. Like Lawrence, all of Axel's films had been box office hits, proving that his appeal wasn't a fluke. The previous scandal wasn't enough to derail his career.
Collin received the script as well. He met the director and was a bit disappointed that the director had no glowing talent in filmmaking. Still, he encouraged Axel to audition, knowing that the production team was genuinely interested in the actor.
"I tried auditioning for movies this month, but no one cast me. Fortunately, I received a script where the production clearly wants me," Axel said, flipping through the pages with a hint of excitement he hadn't felt in months.
Like Face: Swap, the script was an action movie filled with car chases, explosive gunfights, and physically demanding sequences. It was mid-budget, and the production team wanted Axel as the protagonist, a validation he hadn't felt in a long time.
Collin felt some guilt. He had encouraged Axel to audition for projects with more talented directors, listing all the "best" directors and hoping one would recognize Axel's value.
Yet, for various reasons, Axel hadn't been chosen. Perhaps the directors didn't find his aesthetic suitable, or maybe it was due to his history of breaking contracts.
Still, one production team deemed Axel worthy, and that made him happy. Someone finally recognized his hard work.
"I can look for more projects if you're not interested in action movies," Collin offered. He thought a film with a top-tier director could better showcase Axel's talent.
"No, it's fine. I want this project. The script has over-the-top scenes, but I like it. Besides, I was a soldier, I know how to handle firearms," Axel said gratefully. Deep down, he had feared the day no one would cast him again.
"I promise to get you the lead role," Axel assured him.
"They'll hold an audition next month."
Collin nodded as he saw the bright yellow talent above Axel's head flicker, still alive and burning.
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September arrived, and Bride Runaway had grossed over $132 million at the North American box office after 30 days of screening. Its international release schedule promised even greater profits.
Face: Swap had grossed $302 million worldwide. The movie was losing momentum and probably wouldn't reach $400 million, though it had already surpassed expectations. Still, it was a box office success. With a production cost of $55 million, industry insiders called it one of the most profitable projects of the season, the revenue was 5.4 times its budget.
That month, Lawrence secured a role in Summerbelt's project. Negotiations were tough, taking Collin three days to reach an agreement with the 20th Centaur producer. The days were filled with back-and-forth calls and endless coffee meetings until they finally reached a middle ground.
Lawrence was satisfied with $17 million upfront, plus a 3% North American box office share. Finally, he could enjoy the perks of a major star with box office shares.
Director Summerbelt's movie centered on a female boss and her employee. The female boss was about to lose her working visa and needed to marry to avoid deportation. She convinced her employee to marry her. The film's title was The Boss Proposal.
Axel Gunner also passed his audition. Collin's negotiation was faster because the production had a mid-budget; asking for a huge salary could have cost Axel the role. Axel secured $1 million, the highest salary in the cast except for the director.
His action movie was about an agent who lost his memory and didn't know why the CIA was hunting him. Determined to regain his memory and uncover the truth, he had to survive. Axel became the protagonist of The Born Identity, based on a novel.
With all his clients safely placed in the industry, Collin realized he didn't have much to do. His work consisted of visiting studios, checking on clients, and occasionally attending negotiation meetings. Overall, life was good, and he finally had time to breathe.
Still, he felt it was time to hire a secretary. A capable secretary could help manage his schedule and reduce his workload, preventing burnout from juggling multiple stars.
Fortunately, after consulting Lila, he learned the company would cover the secretary's salary, a relief since Collin disliked unnecessary expenses eating into his commissions. He was thrilled because he didn't like sharing his money unless it was with his family, whom he prioritized above all else.
Collin was now waiting for Chantal to arrive in the United States to begin a new chapter in her life, and possibly in his career. He also planned to set up a hiring meeting to find a talented secretary to ease his workload.
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[Author's Note: I know Director Summerbelt and Producer Harper have first names, but I don't want to confuse readers, so I stuck with single names only. Thanks a lot for your support, it's the biggest motivation for me to keep writing.]
[Also, do you want Chantal to compete in the singing competition or sign a proper record label instead? I prefer the record label since singers who win competitions usually don't have lasting careers.]
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Producer Harper was livid as he realized that Director Summerbelt had no intention of working with him again. Fury boiled inside him, threatening to consume him entirely.
"That fucking bastard! I helped him when he filmed Passionate Island, and now he's acting like he doesn't know me. Fuck!" His voice echoed sharply and venomously through the office, scattering papers across the floor in his manic rage.
Sonya-Collapse Studio had encouraged him to convince the director to work with them again and had been very clear about how much they expected him to succeed. The studio was even ready to pay Harper $1 million bonus if he convinced the director, a generous carrot dangling in front of him.
Harper had thought the job would be easy and considered it done, smugly assuming that Summerbelt owed him a debt of gratitude. But things hadn't gone his way. Director Summerbelt had no intention of working with him again and made that point bluntly.
Instead, Summerbelt signed a deal with 20th Centaur, one of Hollywood's major studios.
Harper slammed his fists against the table, groaning in pain as he realized he had overestimated the strength of his hands compared to the solid desk. He hadn't broken the table, he'd broken a bone in his hand. He bit down on his lip to suppress a scream. It was both stupid and humiliating.
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Just like Lawrence, Axel Gunner also received a script.
Face: Swap had now grossed over $282 million at the worldwide box office. Touchpebbles Pictures was satisfied with the performance and no longer held a grudge against Axel. In Hollywood, money forgives everything.
With this success, Axel had salvaged his reputation. One production studio considered him worth hiring. Like Lawrence, all of Axel's films had been box office hits, proving that his appeal wasn't a fluke. The previous scandal wasn't enough to derail his career.
Collin received the script as well. He met the director and was a bit disappointed that the director had no glowing talent in filmmaking. Still, he encouraged Axel to audition, knowing that the production team was genuinely interested in the actor.
"I tried auditioning for movies this month, but no one cast me. Fortunately, I received a script where the production clearly wants me," Axel said, flipping through the pages with a hint of excitement he hadn't felt in months.
Like Face: Swap, the script was an action movie filled with car chases, explosive gunfights, and physically demanding sequences. It was mid-budget, and the production team wanted Axel as the protagonist, a validation he hadn't felt in a long time.
Collin felt some guilt. He had encouraged Axel to audition for projects with more talented directors, listing all the "best" directors and hoping one would recognize Axel's value.
Yet, for various reasons, Axel hadn't been chosen. Perhaps the directors didn't find his aesthetic suitable, or maybe it was due to his history of breaking contracts.
Still, one production team deemed Axel worthy, and that made him happy. Someone finally recognized his hard work.
"I can look for more projects if you're not interested in action movies," Collin offered. He thought a film with a top-tier director could better showcase Axel's talent.
"No, it's fine. I want this project. The script has over-the-top scenes, but I like it. Besides, I was a soldier, I know how to handle firearms," Axel said gratefully. Deep down, he had feared the day no one would cast him again.
"I promise to get you the lead role," Axel assured him.
"They'll hold an audition next month."
Collin nodded as he saw the bright yellow talent above Axel's head flicker, still alive and burning.
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September arrived, and Bride Runaway had grossed over $132 million at the North American box office after 30 days of screening. Its international release schedule promised even greater profits.
Face: Swap had grossed $302 million worldwide. The movie was losing momentum and probably wouldn't reach $400 million, though it had already surpassed expectations. Still, it was a box office success. With a production cost of $55 million, industry insiders called it one of the most profitable projects of the season, the revenue was 5.4 times its budget.
That month, Lawrence secured a role in Summerbelt's project. Negotiations were tough, taking Collin three days to reach an agreement with the 20th Centaur producer. The days were filled with back-and-forth calls and endless coffee meetings until they finally reached a middle ground.
Lawrence was satisfied with $17 million upfront, plus a 3% North American box office share. Finally, he could enjoy the perks of a major star with box office shares.
Director Summerbelt's movie centered on a female boss and her employee. The female boss was about to lose her working visa and needed to marry to avoid deportation. She convinced her employee to marry her. The film's title was The Boss Proposal.
Axel Gunner also passed his audition. Collin's negotiation was faster because the production had a mid-budget; asking for a huge salary could have cost Axel the role. Axel secured $1 million, the highest salary in the cast except for the director.
His action movie was about an agent who lost his memory and didn't know why the CIA was hunting him. Determined to regain his memory and uncover the truth, he had to survive. Axel became the protagonist of The Born Identity, based on a novel.
With all his clients safely placed in the industry, Collin realized he didn't have much to do. His work consisted of visiting studios, checking on clients, and occasionally attending negotiation meetings. Overall, life was good, and he finally had time to breathe.
Still, he felt it was time to hire a secretary. A capable secretary could help manage his schedule and reduce his workload, preventing burnout from juggling multiple stars.
Fortunately, after consulting Lila, he learned the company would cover the secretary's salary, a relief since Collin disliked unnecessary expenses eating into his commissions. He was thrilled because he didn't like sharing his money unless it was with his family, whom he prioritized above all else.
Collin was now waiting for Chantal to arrive in the United States to begin a new chapter in her life, and possibly in his career. He also planned to set up a hiring meeting to find a talented secretary to ease his workload.
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[Author's Note: I know Director Summerbelt and Producer Harper have first names, but I don't want to confuse readers, so I stuck with single names only. Thanks a lot for your support, it's the biggest motivation for me to keep writing.]
[Also, do you want Chantal to compete in the singing competition or sign a proper record label instead? I prefer the record label since singers who win competitions usually don't have lasting careers.]
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