Behind The Spotlight

[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 121

"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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Behind The Spotlight Chapter 122

"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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Behind The Spotlight Chapter 123

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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Behind The Spotlight Chapter 124

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.

 

[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 125

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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[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 126


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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[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 127

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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Behind The Spotlight Chapter 128

"Your name is Johnny Joeystar. Tell me, Mr. Joeystar, what is your talent related to being a secretary?"

"I'm a hard-working person. I'm good at handling paperwork; furthermore, I love horseback riding. I also have a star birthmark on my back."

"Okay," Collin nodded, though he secretly felt disappointed. After conducting many interviews, he realized that most of the time, he could discern a person's talent simply by asking about it and observing the words that might appear above their heads.

However, this method was not foolproof. Last time, when he interviewed someone for his clients' personal assistants, nothing appeared above the candidate's head when asked about secretarial skills. But when the candidate accidentally tripped and did pushups to make it less embarrassing, the words "Bodybuilder" appeared in white above his head. The talent wasn't related to the original question, only revealing itself when the candidate engaged in something connected to their true skill.

Collin concluded that asking candidates questions specifically about secretarial work could help him identify the right person without wasting energy or going in circles during interviews.

Today, Collin focused on questions related to being a secretary. So far, three candidates had promising talents, though all were white talents. Collin wanted at least a yellow talent for his secretary, someone capable of easing his workload and managing everything from scheduling and filtering calls to organizing contracts and handling bothersome visitors.

"Thank you, Mr. Johnny Joeystar. I will call you later if you get the job."

"Alright."

Once Johnny Joeystar left, Collin crossed his name off the list. He had no reason to hire someone whose talents weren't related to secretarial work. And what did Johnny mean by a star birthmark on his back? Was that a Jojo reference?

'The atmosphere is too serious. Perhaps the next candidate will lighten things up with a joke.'

Collin stood and called in the next candidate.

This candidate was a man with a strong posture and a convincing face. Collin felt something strange about him, yet there was an aura that immediately inspired trust even before he spoke, it was complicated.

"Hello, I'm Goodguy Loyalty."

Collin reviewed his resume and was impressed by his neatly written work history.

"You worked at the Pord Car Brand as the assistant to an executive?"

"That's right, sir."

Pord Car Brand was a renowned American automotive company with a long heritage. Among all the candidates, Goodguy Loyalty had the most impressive resume.

But a polished résumé didn't always reflect the truth.

"So, what are your talents related to secretarial work?"

"I'm attentive. I have excellent communication and organizational skills. You won't need to worry about menial tasks anymore. And every day, I'll prepare your coffee with just the right balance of sugar and cream, if you prefer."

Goodguy Loyalty spoke confidently.

Collin's expression darkened.

'I was right, this guy is dangerous. No wonder my instincts were alert at first glance. This man's talents revolve around deception. And that name... who even names their child Tried? Especially with a surname like Cocksalot.'

Above Goodguy Loyalty's head, several talents appeared:

-- Tried Cocksalot

-- Corporate Spy (Yellow)

-- Ultimate Deceiver (Yellow)

-- Friendly Appearance (Yellow)

-- Aura Farmer (Yellow)

'When I said I wanted someone to ease the atmosphere with a joke, I wasn't expecting this. He introduced himself under a fake name and is actively using multiple talents to manipulate the situation. He's deceiving me right now, in my office.'

Collin was impressed in the wrong way. One thing was clear: he would not hire this man. He was far too dangerous.

"Alright, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Loyalty. I'll call you later if you get the job."

"I'd be happy if you hired me. My wife is pregnant, and I really need this job to support her and our child, sir."

"Alright, you can leave now."

Goodguy Loyalty, no, Tried Cocksalot, left the room. Collin called in the next candidate. The stark contrast of the names was quite a joke.

This time, a woman in her forties entered. Collin reviewed her resume and saw that she had worked as a secretary in a paper company for fifteen years.

"First, Mrs. Lucia Sarah, why did you leave your last company?"

"I didn't leave; the company went bankrupt."

"Then what talents do you have related to secretarial work?"

"My talent? I can remind you about your schedule every day, manage your paperwork, prevent unwanted visitors, and ensure your day runs smoothly without interruptions."

"...You're hired."

"If someone you dislike comes, I can talk to them instead, wait, what?"

Lucia was surprised. She hadn't expected to be hired immediately.

"Your expected salary is $35,000 per year. No problem, you're hired."

"T-Thank you, Mister..."

"Just call me Collin, Collin East."

"Thank you, Collin."

"I should be the one thanking you."

Collin grinned as he shook hands with the middle-aged woman. He hired her because her talents were exactly what he was looking for.

-- Lucia Sarah

-- Multitasker (Yellow)

-- Jack of All Trades (Yellow)

-- Strong Memory (White)

Unlike Tried Cocksalot, Collin felt no danger from her, only reliability and quiet competence.

"For your first task, please tell the candidates waiting outside that the secretary has been hired and they can leave."

"Alright."

She stepped outside and calmly informed the waiting candidates.

 

[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 129

"This is the United States..."

Chantal and Isabella stared at the streets of California with wide eyes, struggling to process the overwhelming atmosphere around them. They had expected something extraordinary, futuristic skyscrapers, neon billboards, maybe even flying cars or robots. Instead, what they saw was simpler, yet refreshing. Their first impression of California wasn't bad at all, especially with the blue sky looking so much clearer than back home.

"At least it looks cleaner than rat-infested Paris," Isabella muttered, her lips curling slightly as she recalled the unpleasant nights of walking past overflowing trash bins in Paris's narrow streets.

The two spoke in French, it was easier to express their excitement and worries that way without strangers overhearing.

"Collin said someone's waiting for us."

"Yeah. Let's look around first before we panic like lost tourists."

Soon, they noticed a white woman in her forties holding a cardboard sign that read: Collin East's secretary. Miss Chantal, I'm your contact.

Isabella immediately approached her, firing off questions one after another in a sharp, suspicious tone as her eyes scanned the woman for any sign of deceit. After confirming that the woman was neither a kidnapper nor a scammer, Isabella gave Chantal, who stood a few steps behind with her hand gripping her luggage handle, a reassuring nod.

"I'm Lucia Sarah, Collin's secretary," the woman introduced herself. "If you have questions, feel free to ask. For now, let's head to the ANT building. Collin is waiting for you. He can't meet you personally just yet since he has a meeting today. Also, have you eaten?"

"Yes, we ate on the airplane. The meal was filling."

Collin had given them money for business class tickets, so the two young women had enjoyed complimentary non alcoholic wine, dessert, and comfortable seats. They weren't hungry at all.

"I know you're still skeptical about me," Lucia continued, "so how about we take a taxi instead?"

"I'm fine with that."

"Me too."

They pulled their luggage along as Lucia hailed a taxi. After some effort fitting everything into the trunk, they set off. The ANT building was well known in Los Angeles, so the driver didn't need directions. He even nodded knowingly, mentioning how often famous people visited.

When they arrived, Chantal and Isabella were stunned. Los Angeles seemed full of beautiful and handsome people, so much so that it felt unreal, like stepping into a fashion magazine where everyone looked styled for the spotlight. Especially in Hollywood, it seemed as if anyone on the street could be an actor or a model.

"Let's go inside. No need to be nervous," Lucia said with a soft chuckle, recognizing the awe in their eyes.

If anyone was nervous, it was Chantal. Her palms were damp with sweat, her heart pounding as doubts whispered inside her. Would this choice change her future for better or worse?

At the reception, Lucia introduced them. The receptionist confirmed the meeting with a professional smile. Collin East's reputation within the company had risen lately, especially after saving Jolyne Robs from an abduction attempt, a story that had spread like wildfire across the office. Combined with his streak of successful clients, Collin's status was stronger than ever. Some colleagues even whispered about the agency possibly offering him shares as a partner.

"C-Chantal, look, it's Tommy Yatch!"

Isabella gasped, pointing at the actor emerging from the elevator in a sleek black suit that probably cost more than her entire wardrobe. She nearly rushed forward for an autograph, but froze when she noticed the stares of disdain around her.

This was the ANT building, where seeing celebrities was routine. Employees treated it as ordinary, and disturbing a star was seen as disruptive. Security had already begun moving toward Isabella when she raised her voice.

Tommy Yatch, in particular, was infamous for his temper with fans. Tabloids loved writing about his fiery outbursts whenever someone approached him without warning.

Realizing her mistake, Isabella blushed furiously and clutched Chantal's arm. Chantal, equally starstruck, had simply frozen in place. Both women looked down in shame, wishing they could disappear.

Tommy Yatch glanced their way, his eyes filled with disdain as though brushing off an annoying fly. Surrounded by bodyguards, he left the building, leaving the two women even more embarrassed.

They silently promised themselves never to make a scene again.

"Come on, let's head to the elevator," Lucia said gently. "Don't worry, Tommy Yatch is just like that. Not all celebrities have bad attitudes. Still, I recommend staying calm here. Security won't hesitate to escort you out if you cause a ruckus."

"We'll keep that in mind," Chantal muttered, her cheeks still flushed.

Lucia led them to the floor where Collin's office was located. By now, the two were convinced Collin hadn't lied, he really was a talent agent.

As they neared the office, someone exited, and his presence immediately drew every eye. Blonde hair, brown eyes, and features so delicate they could be mistaken for a woman's. His angelic face radiated charm.

"Good morning, Mr. Terrence," Lucia greeted politely.

"Oh, hi Lucia," Lawrence replied with his signature smile, the kind that melted hearts in an instant.

"And these two are…?"

He glanced at Chantal and Isabella, who stood frozen, jaws dropped as though they'd just seen a miracle.

"This is Chantal and Isabella," Lucia explained. "Chantal is Collin's new client, and Isabella is her friend."

"Ah, so you're Collin's new client. That means he saw something in you. You're lucky to have him."

"I-I-It's nice to meet you, L-Lawrence," Chantal stammered, her face burning red. Isabella couldn't even manage words, only a weak nod.

"Nice to meet you too. Well then, I'll excuse myself. I have something to attend to."

Lawrence knew this wouldn't be the last time he saw them. After all, Collin had signed one of them. He waved before stepping into the elevator, leaving behind a faint trace of expensive cologne.

"Guys, stop drooling. I'll have to call the janitor if you make a mess," Lucia teased, smirking as the two quickly regained their composure.

"I-I'm sorry…" Chantal whispered.

Today had been overwhelming for both women. Meeting two superstars in a single day felt like something out of a celebrity magazine.

"Sir, Miss Chantal and Miss Isabella have arrived," Lucia announced after knocking on Collin's door.

"Let them in. Thank you, Lucia. I'll take care of them," Collin replied.

Lucia excused herself with a small bow and returned to her cubicle near the elevator. There, she worked among other assistants and secretaries in a constant hum of phone calls, typing, and shuffled paperwork. For her to have a better workspace, Collin would need to move up a floor, an upgrade that required more deals, more talents, and greater influence in the company.

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[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 130

"So it's true that you're Lawrence Terrence's talent agent." Isabella was amazed and slightly overwhelmed by the thought that they were actually meeting someone so influential in the entertainment industry. She hadn't expected that the agent they met in Paris was the real deal, someone with genuine clout and connections that could make or break careers.

"You're still skeptical of me? I'm disappointed."

"I mean, I can't help it. I'm worried about my friend and her safety in a completely foreign country, far from home. I don't want her to get into something dangerous or be taken advantage of by anyone with ill intentions. Why do you think I came with her to this country? She knows no one in the United States. She has no one to talk to or rely on in emergencies. Besides, it just feels too much like a fairytale to believe that everything will work out perfectly."

Isabella couldn't say that Collin was too handsome, or that his presence made her heart skip a beat. To her, the man seemed straight out of a fairytale, like a prince charming who had stepped right out of the pages of a storybook. That was why she thought of it as a fairytale. Such perfection and success could hardly exist in real life. And usually, fairytales had dark origins or twists that shattered the illusion of happiness.

"I guess that's understandable." Collin found her reasoning valid and nodded slightly, acknowledging the caution in her voice.

"What about you, Chantal? Do you think I'm a fraud?"

"No. But I didn't expect you to be this successful..." Chantal admitted while looking around. Collin's office was small, but the pictures hanging on the wall reflected years of success and numerous milestones.

He had photos from The Accidental Wedding Crashers, posing with the cast and production crew at premieres and behind-the-scenes moments. He was the producer of that film, after all.

There were posters of every movie his clients had worked on, meticulously framed and displayed on the walls to showcase their triumphs. There were also photos of him standing next to each of his clients, a testament to the people he had guided and the talent he had nurtured. And in 1998, professional photo editing wasn't as common as it would later become, so Collin's pictures were almost certainly real.

Chantal had already been convinced when she met Axel the first time, but meeting Lawrence today solidified her decision and left her with awe at how far she could potentially go.

She didn't regret signing the deal or trusting Collin with her career ambitions. She wanted to be a star, and nothing else mattered at that moment.

Collin was satisfied with Chantal's reaction and felt a small sense of pride at her enthusiasm. Honestly, he didn't care much about Isabella's suspicions. To him, she was just additional baggage, albeit well-meaning baggage. As a talent agent, Collin knew his priorities, and he always focused on the clients who truly mattered.

Still, he was glad Isabella had accompanied Chantal to the United States. Her presence provided comfort and support, so Chantal wouldn't feel lonely or overwhelmed by the challenges of moving to a foreign country. She at least had someone to lean on if things went wrong.

"I know you guys are tired and need to rest. Come with me, I'll take you to your apartment."

"Apartment?"

"That's right. What, did you think you'd be living on the streets or in some cheap, uncomfortable place?"

"I mean, we thought we'd have to live in a boarding house with other people," Chantal admitted, feeling a mix of relief and surprise at the thought of having privacy.

"Nah, I need you to live in a comfortable place with proper amenities and space. I want you to stay healthy, mentally and physically, so you can focus on your career and well-being. If you need help, don't be afraid to call me at any time, day or night."

He led them out of the building at a casual pace. Now that Collin was finished with his meeting with Lawrence, he was free to leave early without getting caught up in unnecessary questions or office politics. Staying at the office was boring and repetitive anyway. His clients were the busy ones, not him.

He had already secured projects, arranged schedules to avoid conflicts, and wasn't actively seeking commercials, endorsements, or sponsorships at the moment, he had closed several deals for them just a few weeks ago.

He had free time to drive around, clear his mind, and maybe even enjoy the Los Angeles cityscape. And if management asked why he left early, he could easily say he was assisting his new client with settling in.

He drove the two women to an apartment complex a bit far from the agency. It was the least expensive option in a safe neighborhood of Los Angeles, where walking outside at night felt secure and the surroundings were clean and comfortable.

Isabella and Chantal were impressed when they saw the place where they'd be living and immediately felt relieved to have their own space.

"How much is the rent here?"

"I already paid half a year's rent in advance to secure the apartment and avoid any issues."

"How much?"

"I paid $4,200 for six months, including utilities and basic maintenance fees."

"That's a lot... That's 24,000 francs when converted," Isabella muttered, shocked at how generously Collin was spending money on them.

"You already paid for our tickets and my documents, and now this..." Chantal was speechless. Gratitude mixed with guilt and anxiety, was she really worth the investment? Could she truly live up to Collin's expectations and make all of this worthwhile? Suddenly, she felt the pressure to perform well and prove herself.

"This is my investment in your talent, your career, and your future. Within six months, we'll work hard to build a successful career for you. As for the money I spent on you, I trust you'll repay me once you're famous, right?"

'Please say yes,' Collin thought.

"I will! I promise I'll pay you double, no, triple! I'll work as hard as possible and exceed your expectations," Chantal said with determination. She couldn't just dismiss his generosity, she truly appreciated the investment he was making in her future.

"Really? Well, since you said so, I'll send you the receipt for every penny I invest in you. Once you get your first paycheck, everything will be documented. After that, make sure to keep your promise and don't let me down."

"Yes." Her accent grew more noticeable as she spoke passionately.

"Also, here's money for this month to help you settle in and handle initial expenses. Be sure to budget wisely. I recommend cooking instead of ordering food, it's cheaper and healthier. Oh, before I forget, my first plan for a blind audition on The Singing Voice won't work. The roster is already full for this season, and no additional slots are available."

Chantal's face fell with disappointment. She felt a pang of worry that her first breakthrough might be delayed.

"Don't worry, it's not the end of the world. I have a second plan that's just as promising, maybe even better. I'll look for record labels interested in signing you and launching your music career. I already have a solid list and even contacted a few to begin discussions. For now, rest for two days, recover from your trip, and get ready for what's next. Always look neat and professional, and don't stay up late."

"Thank you, Collin," Chantal said sincerely, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Thank you," Isabella added with a soft smile, relieved they would be cared for.

Collin excused himself with a confident stride. Instead of returning to the office, he went straight to his apartment.

What he didn't mention was the conversation he had with Jennifer. Behind the scenes, there were complications with The Singing Voice. As the show's host, Jennifer didn't recommend Chantal auditioning, for strategic reasons that could impact her career.

Their conversation went like this:

"Collin, I'm legally not allowed to say anything negative about The Singing Voice, but I must advise caution. I don't recommend her auditioning. Do you know who the grand winner was last year?"

"His name was Renee Denver, right?"

"That's right. Have you heard a song from him in the past few months? Or seen any promotion of his work?"

"No."

"Exactly. The record label he signed with after winning didn't promote his album properly. It hindered his career. The label that partnered with The Singing Voice sabotaged him."

 

[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 131


After talking to Jennifer, Collin further understood the importance of having a trusted record label that genuinely supported Chantal and would not sabotage her for their own interests.

He knew that talent alone was not enough to succeed in the entertainment industry. Luck, timing, and connections played equally critical roles. Lawrence had attended auditions and been rejected even though he was talented and capable of delivering outstanding performances. Talent was just one factor to consider, not a guaranteed ticket to success.

In Chantal's case, she had the voice and appearance to attract attention from producers and record labels.

Collin crossed out the idea of auditioning her for The Singing Voice. He had confirmed from Jennifer that the show was not enough to make someone a successful singer and that relying solely on competition wins was risky.

'At least the winner received $1 million, so it wasn't a total loss. I wonder what happened for him to get sabotaged. However, what we're looking for is not a quick way of earning but a steady revenue and a sustainable, long-term career. If Chantal has a successful career as a music artist, then it's better,' Collin thought as he made mental notes of his next steps for her career.

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The next day, Collin didn't visit the two young women because he had pressing business matters to attend to. He let Chantal and Isabella get used to Los Angeles and familiarize themselves with the surroundings, stores, and transportation.

Collin visited the studio where Frightening Movie was being filmed to check on the progress and oversee any issues. The project was expected to wrap up this month, so timing was critical for the production schedule.

When he reached the studio, Collin was surprised to meet Vanessa Yajiro. The two had very different beliefs regarding professionalism.

"How are you, Collin? I heard you signed another person? Are you looking for an actress now that Jennifer chose the hosting career?" Vanessa greeted him with a mischievous gaze. Her eyes carried a hint of lust that made Collin slightly uncomfortable.

"Perhaps." Collin didn't answer directly because he wasn't sure if Vanessa was someone he could truly trust.

Their transaction last year had been a win-win situation for both sides. Jennifer became the host of The Singing Voice while Vanessa's new actor landed a role in Frightening Movie, which boosted his career.

This was also the reason Vanessa was at the studio, to personally observe her client's performance. She wanted to know how he was doing and ensure that his career trajectory continued to rise.

"Do you think this movie will be successful? I want my client to have a great debut role. If this movie succeeds, he'll gain attention from studios and potentially secure bigger roles."

"I trust Wyatt. He's good at directing comedy films and has proven himself."

"Considering his last two comedy films were box office hits, I can trust your opinion."

Vanessa nodded with a calculated smile. This was also why she had agreed to form a contract with Collin. She believed Wyatt's talent in directing comedy films was solid.

"Well then, I'll take my leave. By the way, Collin, I heard you're out of the office almost every day, and some executives are starting to notice."

"It's for on-site visits to ensure the clients are properly managed."

"I know. Everyone uses that excuse, but yours is getting out of hand and could attract unwanted scrutiny. I recommend you lie low for a while and be more discreet in your movements. Some of the executives are looking for an excuse to kick you out and take your clients. As much as you'd like to avoid corporate politics, you'll get caught in it whether you like it or not. The industry is full of schemers. That's just how it works."

"... Thank you for reminding me. I'll be careful about my actions and keep that in mind."

Collin knew that his rising status in the company inevitably sparked jealousy among his peers.

"See you later."

Vanessa bid farewell and walked away gracefully, leaving Collin to his thoughts.

Collin remained near the set, observing the actors and crew. He decided to approach Wyatt during lunch break to discuss potential issues. The director and agent talked about the usual matters. Collin mostly asked about Wyatt's situation and whether he needed help with production or negotiations, so Collin could fix problems quickly before they escalated.

Afterward, Collin found Zara Lauren interacting with the cast and keeping the energy light and professional. This young model seemed to be doing well, considering her limited acting experience. Collin heard from Wyatt that Zara's performance was decent and showed potential for growth. If she continued to pursue acting with dedication and guidance, she just had to keep the momentum and build her reputation gradually. Perhaps she could try auditioning for movies after her role in Frightening Movie.

Of course, her agent would have to prepare and guide her carefully to avoid mistakes that could harm her career. As long as she had a capable and committed agent, Zara could survive in the industry and possibly even thrive.

Zara noticed Collin and waved nervously, smiling as she approached him. His commanding presence made her uneasy.

"Hey, Collin. You're here for Wyatt?"

"Yeah, just to see how he's doing."

"Collin, I don't know exactly what happened years ago, but I want to say sorry. I heard that..." Zara trailed off awkwardly. She wasn't close to Collin or his late friend and had only limited interactions with them.

"Thank you, Zara. You're quite late in hearing the news, but I appreciate it."

"I heard that next month is his..."

"Yes, I'll visit his grave next month to pay my respects. You don't have to be concerned... At the end of the day, life is not easy."

The conversation turned awkward after that, neither of them knowing how to continue.

"So how are you and Lawrence?"

"We're doing fine overall, although some moments are challenging... But I feel like Lawrence is losing interest in me. Collin, do you think Lawrence is cheating on me?"

"You're really asking his agent about that? And expect me to give you a straight answer? What do you think my answer will be?"

"I don't know. I was hoping for guidance, even if indirect." Zara forced a smile, trying to hide her nervousness and insecurity. She needed Lawrence to maintain her position in Hollywood since her career depended heavily on him. She was still an outsider with little influence of her own.

"You should know that I'll always prioritize my client over any stranger, no matter the circumstances."

"I see..."

Even if Lawrence was cheating behind closed doors, Collin would never snitch or betray his client's trust. He would be the last person to do so.

"Zara, I'm reminding you to know your position and understand the hierarchy and rules of this industry. Your career as an actress depends on us. Don't start an issue that could backfire on you." His gaze turned cold.

"O-Of course. Why would you think I'd do that?" She was startled by his sharp tone and piercing gaze.

"Haha, I'm just joking, but it's important you take this seriously. I know you won't do that." He laughed out loud to lighten the mood and show that he wasn't hostile.

"I have a new client who came from Paris with promising talent and potential. Do you mind helping her and her friend explore Los Angeles and get accustomed to the city?"

"... I'll try."

Zara Lauren was a Frenchwoman, just like Chantal and Isabella.

Collin, however, was uncomfortable when Zara used his deceased friend as a way to gain sympathy. To him, it felt manipulative and opportunistic. When he said he appreciated her concern, he was lying inside.

Because of that, he couldn't help but lash out slightly, frustrated by emotions he usually kept buried. As for Zara and Lawrence's fragile relationship, Collin knew it wouldn't last long. To him, it was acceptable to treat her like the stranger she really was.

 

[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 132


After two days, Collin found a recording booth in a reputable studio in the heart of Los Angeles, its walls lined with platinum records and old photos of legendary artists. Chantal was present to sing a few songs. Collin planned to make copies of the recordings and send them to record labels as carefully prepared demos, ensuring each one was labeled and ready to impress. If the record labels found Chantal's voice remarkable, they would contact him.

"What do you think? She has a nice voice, right?"

Collin asked the music producer who was handling the recording. Both men watched from the control room through the pristine glass that separated them from the vocal booth.

The control room, with its glass window, allowed them to see the padded vocal booth where singers performed. It was also where the music producer adjusted the sound, effects, and mixing of the music.

The producer gently bobbed his head in rhythm, his foot tapping discreetly against the floor while Chantal sang in the booth.

As for Isabella, she sat quietly in the corner of the control room, her hands clasped on her knees, eyes darting curiously. Collin had advised her to behave and remain silent since one wrong word could ruin the professional atmosphere.

The studio Collin rented belonged to a major record label known for scouting hidden gems and turning them into household names. The music producer he was speaking to was one of the shareholders of the label, a man with both power and influence.

Collin used this chance to promote Chantal with every ounce of persuasion, determined to ensure her talent was noticed.

"She's amazing. I think she'll be a famous singer," the producer agreed.

The record label, Velvet Harmony, was a major force in the industry with more than 100 artists across various genres, rock, pop, ballads, and even experimental music. Out of these, seven were household names: two rock bands, three female singers, and four male singers who dominated the radio.

It was no surprise that Collin was interested in Velvet Harmony. Partnering with them meant access to powerful marketing, prime venues, and wide distribution networks. Having seven successful artists was a clear sign of their strength. But Collin also noticed the other side, over 100 artists who had failed to find success. Not every voice, no matter how beautiful, could survive the brutal industry.

When Chantal finished, she stepped out of the booth, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling with nervous excitement. She shyly smiled at Collin and the producer.

"Collin, right? How about we talk about this seriously?" Milo Finn suggested with a grin, clearly implying he already had a plan.

Collin asked Chantal and Isabella to step outside, allowing the discussion to turn toward negotiations.

Once they were alone, Milo spoke with a tone that was both flattering and calculating.

"Chantal has potential. Her voice is so soothing that I feel like I'm floating."

"That's right. But that's not all she can do. She can sing rock and pop too. Her voice adapts to different genres, and that versatility is one of her biggest strengths. You should hear her sing other songs, they're electrifying," Collin added.

"You're right. From what I see, you're interested in signing her with our label. I support your choice. I'd be happy to work with someone as talented as Chantal. Voices like hers are rare. She might even surpass some of our top names."

"I'm happy to hear that."

"We'll pay your client $1 million and handle her first five albums. Of course, we'll own the rights to all songs in those albums. We can negotiate royalties, but we'll also take a share of her concert tours and merchandise."

Collin studied his words carefully. The deal sounded lucrative but was also restrictive. This was only the first round of negotiations, so he expected to push back and bend the terms in Chantal's favor.

The so-called $1 million wasn't really payment, it was an advance the label would recoup from album sales and royalties. Until they earned that money back, Chantal wouldn't see a cent. In reality, it was a loan disguised as an offer.

"That's a great offer, Mr. Finn. But I want assurance. I want it written in the contract that your label will promote her albums seriously."

"I like that we're talking business. I know you're worried about her not getting proper support. I have a way to fix that problem."

Milo leaned closer, eyes narrowing as though he was about to reveal a secret.

Collin leaned in.

"You see, the owner of Velvet Harmony is interested in young girls. It's a shame Chantal is already 19, but we can work around that by involving her friend Isabella. If Chantal and Isabella spend a week with him on his private island, I can guarantee Chantal's career is set. Velvet Harmony will make sure she becomes a star. I rarely extend this kind of arrangement, but Chantal is too talented to let go. So, are you in?"

Collin sat upright, his jaw tightening in suppressed anger, eyes cold as steel. Disgust roiled in his stomach. Agents were expected to be shameless and money-driven, but there were limits, and this crossed them.

Without shaking Milo's hand or wasting another second, Collin stood.

"I have to apologize, Mr. Finn, but I'll have to decline your offer."

"It's such a shame, Collin."

He left the building with a stiff expression, fury simmering beneath the surface. Chantal and Isabella looked at him with hopeful eyes, waiting for news.

When they reached the car, Isabella was the first to ask.

"How was it? Did they agree to sign Chantal?"

Collin gave them his most handsome smile, the same mask he always wore when hiding his emotions.

"They're interested in signing Chantal, but I'm looking for more offers. We can't put all of our eggs in one basket."

He didn't want to tell Chantal that the label's interest came with a filthy price. Crushing her confidence or exposing her to that darkness so early in her career could be devastating. Instead, he left it at that Velvet Harmony was interested, but he wanted a better deal.

The car rolled down the street as Collin gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white, silently vowing never to let anyone harm his clients.

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[Author's Note: I feel like I'm painting the industry badly, but I can't say it's pure either. Being famous usually comes with a price and consequences. I'm not just talking about casting couch situations, people only see the glamour but not the darkness behind it. Since chapter one, I've wanted to show the ugly side of the industry too. Please don't forget the Epstein files and Diddy's parties, people need to be reminded. Thank you again for your support, you can read more on my Patreon.]

 

[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 133


Collin stared at the recording device on his table, a frown deepening as he contemplated the implications of what he had captured. Yes, Collin had recorded his negotiation with Milo Finn. However, he knew this recording was a hot potato that could easily backfire if used carelessly. The conversation alone wasn't enough to convict Milo or create serious legal trouble, its contents were too weak to serve as reliable evidence against someone with money and influence.

As for Milo's boss, whom he claimed was interested in young girls, Collin had to plan carefully. Acting recklessly could ruin everything.

For now, the recording would remain hidden in his room, untouched until the right moment arrived. It was more of a mental reminder of the industry's ugly truths. Collin had learned from other agents that holding weapons for leverage in negotiations or power plays was a common tactic.

Blackmailing Velvet Harmony with this tape was not feasible. The evidence wasn't strong enough, and rumors about the label's boss suggested a dangerous, untouchable man. Collin wasn't about to put himself or his family at risk.

'I'm not starting a fire,' he thought, 'but if someone else does, the tape might help a little. Unfortunately, I don't have solid evidence, and I won't endanger myself or my family.'

Despite his anger at the corrupt and powerful, Collin prioritized the safety of his loved ones over personal vengeance. Jeff Stain, the boss of Velvet Harmony, was rumored to be a rich financier with ties to influential figures in politics and entertainment. He was allegedly untouchable, a friend of the U.S. president, and his power shielded him from accountability.

'I heard this guy is close to Papa Daddy, the rapper who allegedly had connections to Two-Pack and Big-Small's deaths,' Collin thought, simmering with rage at the injustices of wealth and influence.

After a few minutes, he forced himself to exhale and focus on what he could actually control. He hid the recording tape in his locked cabinet where no one would think to look.

Later, Collin found his mom and sister talking quietly. His heart warmed at the simple comfort of family normalcy. He reminded himself to focus on what he could accomplish without endangering his loved ones. The world was cruel, yes, but if a future existed where these people faced justice, he would do his best to see it happen. For now, he had to gather strength and information before taking any risky actions.

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That day, a record label unexpectedly called Collin. They wanted to meet the singer from the music tape he had sent, hoping to see her potential firsthand rather than relying solely on the recording. This was the fourth label he had approached, carefully selecting only the most reputable ones. Collin was still looking for the best option to ensure Chantal's safest and most effective path to fame.

However, when the label's decision-makers met Chantal, their excitement waned almost instantly. Even Isabella and Collin noticed the subtle change in their expressions.

The executives requested to speak to Collin alone, asking Chantal and Isabella to leave.

"Yeah, about that, Collin… we don't think we're interested in your client," one executive said awkwardly, his gaze shifting nervously between his colleagues.

"Is there a reason? She has a nice voice, and I know you were impressed by it."

"You're right, but seeing her in person… well, she is…" The older executive hesitated, clearly unwilling to speak openly.

Collin's expression hardened as he realized the truth.

"So it's because she's black, isn't it?"

"No, of course not! Definitely not because of that, right guys?"

"Yeah."

"I don't see color."

"I'm not racist. My friend is black."

The executives fumbled for excuses, their discomfort evident.

"I'll excuse myself then. Once my client becomes successful, you'll regret this decision," Collin said sharply. Protective instincts over Chantal had flared, and his words came out before he could stop them.

One executive scoffed at his audacity, but Collin ignored them as he left. Working with a record label whose prejudice could sabotage Chantal's career was unthinkable. Now he fully understood the importance of finding a label that valued integrity and genuine promotion. He sighed, carrying the weight of the situation as he exited.

Outside, he found Isabella and Chantal talking to a stranger, a man whose casual presence carried a hint of calculated interest. He had slipped them business cards and moved quickly, avoiding attention. The two women exchanged confused, curious glances.

"What was that?" Collin asked, narrowing his eyes.

"N- nothing," they answered in unison.

"What did he give you? Let me see."

"Well… it's—"

Chantal averted her gaze, and Isabella tried to come up with an explanation. Collin's instincts screamed that this was more than a casual encounter. His tone deepened, heavy with authority.

"Chantal, give me the card."

Reluctantly, her trembling fingers handed it over. Collin read it. It was from a talent agent at AAC, Atlas Artists Collective.

"What's the meaning of this?" His veins throbbed with anger.

"The guy approached us, saying he heard Chantal's music tape. He's interested in signing her, promising fame and opportunities. He said he has ways to make her famous. We should listen to him," Isabella explained.

"Even you? You're included too?"

"Yeah, he said it would be better if I helped Chantal. He mentioned introducing us to Jeff Stain and Papa Daddy. He said two Frenchwomen with different skin colors were exotic and could impress his connections. I've never met Jeff Stain, but I know Papa Daddy, he loves hosting parties," Isabella added.

Collin closed his eyes and took a deep breath, suppressing his rage and running through all possible dangers.

"Collin, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I told Chantal we shouldn't tell you yet."

"You knew what he meant by introducing you to those people, didn't you?"

They averted their gazes, their discomfort clear.

"Answer me."

"We do have an idea, but—"

"Then why the hell did you accept the card!?"

Collin's voice echoed sharply through the studio, and both women stiffened. Even Chantal's lower lip trembled as tears threatened to fall. Staff glanced over at them, curious and concerned.

"I'm sorry…" Chantal sobbed, voice breaking as tears slid down her cheeks.

Realizing he had let anger take control in public, Collin decided it was best to leave before things escalated further.

"Let's go to the car first. We're making a scene," he said urgently, glancing back at them.

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[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 134


Isabella and Chantal followed Collin meekly, their steps slower than usual, as if they carried an invisible weight. They knew they had made a mistake and felt guilty, so guilty that they didn't dare look him in the eye, afraid of what they might see in his expression.

They had never intended to sign a deal with the talent agent from AAC. They only wanted to gather information, test the waters, and see how others valued Chantal's talent. That was why Isabella had told Chantal to stay quiet, thinking it was harmless curiosity rather than a betrayal.

They had been in America for a month, and Collin had made sure they lived comfortably with decent meals, safe lodging, and a steady routine that eased the transition. They appreciated it deeply because they knew how tirelessly he worked behind the scenes, chasing contacts, arranging meetings, and sacrificing sleep. Yet Isabella had thought they could secure better deals by consulting another agent. The fleeting, horrifying thought of selling herself crossed her mind, but she quickly dismissed it, it would be a last resort only if all other paths truly closed.

Still, she hadn't expected Collin to react with such raw anger and intensity. She clenched her fists on her lap, her throat burning, forcing herself to hold back tears. Chantal, however, weakly sobbed, repeating her apologies in a trembling whisper.

When they reached the car, the two women kept their eyes down, ashamed like children caught stealing. They knew they had done wrong, and words alone might not be enough to make amends.

Collin started the car and drove slowly, using the motion to calm himself. In the rearview mirror, he saw them struggling to maintain composure. He sighed, a long, weary exhale carrying frustration but also compassion. They were still young, but old enough to understand that careless mistakes could destroy them if they weren't careful.

"You guys are still young, so you probably don't understand," he said, and the women sniffled, pausing their sobs, listening intently to the weight behind his tone.

"I had a friend. He was scouted by our agent before me, and he had more experience, but we were the same age. We were both 19."

Looking ahead at the road, Collin decided to share a story he had never told openly before, a wound he had kept buried.

"Our agent helped us get modeling jobs. I thought…" Collin shook his head weakly, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. The women waited, sensing the pain behind his voice.

"One day, we got the same offer. All we had to do was have sex with an old rich woman, and we'd be successful. It wasn't even a man, it was just an old hag. I didn't accept the deal, but my friend did."

"Since then, his career took off. He became a magazine cover model and the ambassador of a clothing brand. I was honestly happy for him… Eight months later, he jumped off a building. He was only 20 years old."

"…"

The two women were speechless, their throats tightening as they processed the cruelty of what they had just heard. Collin's expression remained cold, but they could hear the wavering in his voice.

"He couldn't endure the shame and guilt. He was a good guy, no, a great guy. He helped me navigate the modeling industry. And then he was gone."

"Collin, I'm sorry… I'm so sorry," Isabella sobbed loudly, covering her face with her hands. She had been wrong. It wasn't a simple transaction, it was selling yourself to the devil, a contract with no undo button.

"I know you have doubts about me, but I will make sure Chantal becomes a star. I have four clients, and they are all successful. I have no reason to fail," Collin said steadily, his chin lifted with quiet determination. For the first time, he took pride in his title as the hidden ace of ANT.

When they reached the apartment, Chantal and Isabella apologized once more. Their words were soft but genuine, heavy with remorse. Collin smiled slightly and bid them farewell, but the shadow of lingering depression in his eyes didn't go unnoticed.

From that day on, the two women behaved responsibly, following Collin's rules and learning from their mistake. They realized his strictness came from painful experience.

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Another month later, October 1998.

Bride Runaway had grossed $318 million worldwide, an astounding achievement that cemented its place as one of the year's top hits. Lawrence and Jolyne further proved themselves to the industry; their box office appeal was undeniable, and Hollywood had no choice but to take them seriously. Producer Jeremiah redeemed himself with the film's success, his reputation gradually recovering after the kidnapping incident.

During this month, Lawrence attended rehearsals and script readings for The Boss Proposal, immersing himself in the role with professionalism.

Ellie Bridget had auditioned for the movie but didn't meet the director's criteria. The role required a Latina actress for an immigrant Boss. Ellie had hoped to revive her declining career by acting alongside Lawrence. Lately, her fame had been fading, and opportunities were scarce.

Even Madison Morgan, Collin's ex-client, auditioned, but her youthful appearance disqualified her in the second round. Frustrated yet determined, she resolved to work harder.

Face: Swap had finished its North American screening, grossing $172 million, a respectable sum. Its international performance was slowing at $244 million, bringing the worldwide total to $416 million, exceeding expectations.

Touchpebbles Pictures was pleased. Their previous grudge against Axel Gunner was gone, and they even expressed interest in working with him again, showing how profit often outweighed pride in Hollywood. Collin wasn't sure if they were serious, as the industry was full of empty promises. But once The Frightening Movie released and became a box office hit, Axel's status would rebound, possibly higher than before.

Wyatt and Jennifer were also extremely busy. Wyatt spent late nights in post-production perfecting the film, while Jennifer tirelessly hosted The Singing Voice, smiling through exhaustion. Ratings remained high, and families continued to watch the show together, sharing laughter. Jennifer took pride in knowing her efforts brought joy to viewers.

Meanwhile, Collin searched tirelessly for a record label for Chantal, leveraging every contact and resource available. Almost every label was interested, captivated by her unique voice and presence. Her talent and charisma met and exceeded their criteria.

However, Collin remained unsatisfied. His instincts told him some labels had hidden agendas. Even major companies often masked darker intentions. One producer even had a talent for "Career Sabotager," a sinister skill that could destroy a client's future.

Collin knew he had to say no despite tempting upfront offers. He wasn't seeking short-term profit. His goal was to ensure Chantal thrived, building a career on solid ground, free from exploitation.

 

[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 135


Collin was holding a flower gently in his hands, the petals trembling slightly as he walked through the cemetery. His solemn expression carried a heavy weight.

He hadn't attended on the exact day of his friend's, Vale Ashford's, death anniversary because he couldn't bear to face his family. He simply couldn't bring himself to look at them or at his friend's other mourners, afraid that his guilt would spill over.

No one had ever blamed Collin for what happened, yet he blamed himself. At that time, he told his friend that doing it might not be worth it, and he had meant every word. He tried to convince him that it was wrong, but his words weren't strong enough, not forceful enough to stop him. He regretted not being more persistent, replaying the scene in his head countless times. If he had known the consequences, he would have punched him in the stomach right in front of the old hag, made him faint if he had to, and carried him out of that casting couch, even if it meant fighting against dozens of bodyguards.

He blamed himself for not seeing the signs that his friend's spirit was being crushed quietly, unnoticed by everyone, until Vale's will to live broke bit by bit.

When he reached the grave, he found another man sitting beside it, staring blankly into the horizon while chugging a bottle of cheap alcohol.

"David... what a coincidence." Collin weakly chuckled, though the sound was hollow.

"Collin, is that you? Haha, look at you now. You seem to be doing fine. I heard you became an agent. Are you sure you can do it?" David's voice carried both nostalgia and disbelief.

"..." Collin didn't answer. He placed the flower in front of the gravestone.

In Loving Memory.

Vale Ashford.

"How are you doing, David? Still an alcoholic?" Collin asked gently.

Collin turned to his ex-agent, David Silas. David had once helped Collin and Vale build their modeling careers when they were young. After what happened to Vale, he became an alcoholic as a way to cope.

"Yeah, what can I say, I love alcohol." David had an unkempt beard and long hair that looked untouched for months. His eyes were tired, as though he wanted everything to end, perhaps even himself along with it.

"You should stop drinking. It's bad for your health."

"Haha, who the fuck are you to teach me how to live? Mind your own business and keep your judgment to yourself, Mr. East."

When Collin retired from modeling, David also resigned as an agent. Their partnership ended six years ago after they both faced the cruel realities of the industry. Collin had realized he had no future in modeling, and David no longer had the will to continue.

The two sat in silence for a while, listening to the soft wind rustling through the cemetery, until David began speaking again. His words were drunken and slurred, but full of raw regret and pain.

"Why... why didn't you talk to me first? You should have talked to me first before you made that decision."

No one answered.

"... We were asked right on the spot. Either we left or we didn't, there was no time to think or plan." Collin felt it was his responsibility to answer since the other one could not.

"Still..."

"David, even if you were there, would you have stopped Vale? Or encouraged him?" Collin turned to his ex-agent, who clutched his bottle with a shaky grip.

"..." David didn't know how to answer. Deep down, he was torn between guilt and survival. At that time, all he wanted was to earn money from his two models, ignoring the moral cost in his blind ambition. When he heard what happened between Vale and the old hag, it didn't sit well with him, but he followed the flow reluctantly, telling himself he had no choice. In truth, he was even relieved when more projects came their way, convincing himself that happiness could mask guilt. But he only began to regret it when the horror of the consequences finally hit. Since then, guilt had been eating him alive.

David weakly laughed, though it sounded more like a sob, tears welling in his eyes. Then he laughed louder, as if crying.

"David, as much as I want to say you're bad, I know you're not a bad person. We were trapped by circumstances. You protected me while I was under your contract, and I never forgot that. I don't want you to die early... Thank you for everything you did."

Collin slightly bowed in respect, turned, and walked away. David called out to him.

"Collin, don't follow my mistakes!"

The young agent didn't stop walking until he was gone, his silhouette fading beyond the gravestones. David looked at the bottle of cheap wine in his hand for a long moment, as though weighing his next choice. After a moment of contemplation, with a tiny spark of clarity, he threw the bottle away.

.........
......
...

Because Collin couldn't find a proper record label to work with, he had no choice but to look for obscure ones, the kind few people spoke about. He asked other agents if they knew of any labels he hadn't negotiated with yet. He even shamelessly asked the CEO of his company.

"You're asking me if I know a record label?" Lila Seraphina raised a brow in amusement. Collin East only visited her when he needed something, yet he always managed to look composed.

"I signed a new client, a young and talented singer with potential. Our agency also manages music artists, so I believe you may have leads on which record labels are safe, trustworthy, and capable of building her career properly."

"Yeah, I heard about that. You signed a Frenchwoman you met in Paris and were apparently impressed by her voice."

"I need to make sure the label can be trusted. I can't take any risks with this. My client is too young, and I don't want her to suffer by choosing the wrong label or being exploited. And don't include any studio related to Papa Daddy."

"If you insist. I do know a record label you can work with. It's relatively small but has trustworthy management. I also know the owner, and her intentions are sincere. In fact, I'm a co-owner of this label, so I have firsthand insight into how it operates."

"Really?" Collin was surprised.

"Well, she begged me to invest in her company, and after much persuasion, I didn't have much of a choice. She said she partnered with a famous music producer who had a solid track record..." Lila averted her gaze, hiding a hint of embarrassment. She wasn't particularly proud of this investment because it hadn't yielded any profits yet. If not for their friendship, she might not have invested at all. It was probably the only investment in her career that hadn't brought her profit... so far.

"It doesn't matter. I'm still interested in meeting the owner and learning more about the label."

Collin had already talked to nearly a hundred record labels, from the most famous to the smallest, even traveling to different states tirelessly to secure his client's future.

"This is the studio's address. You can take your client there and see for yourself if it meets your standards."

Lila wrote the address neatly on a piece of paper and handed it to him. He thanked her before leaving her office.

"... That guy never changes. He always puts everything into whatever he sets his mind on." She lightly giggled and shook her head in amusement.

Later that day, Collin contacted Chantal and Isabella to visit the studio Lila had recommended.

The three were confused when they arrived and realized the address pointed to an apartment complex that looked ordinary and worn down. The faded walls and peeling paint gave it a neglected appearance. The broken elevator didn't help, and the narrow, steep stairs made the climb exhausting.

They asked the old man at the reception desk if there was a studio in the building. He nodded and told them it was on the sixth floor, the highest one.

And so, the three of them began the climb.

 

[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 136


"Who in their right mind will build a 7-storey building and not fix the damned elevator!?" Isabella grunted as she took another step. Her legs were trembling, and her hair clung to her sweaty forehead. She hated the situation she was in.

Just like her, Chantal was also tired and shaking. Her breaths came in shallow bursts, and her arms dangled weakly. She agreed with what Isabella said.

"You heard from the old man on the ground floor, the elevator needs renovation and it'll take at least three weeks to be fixed," Collin answered. Unlike the two women, Collin seemed fine. He was fit and actively went to the gym at least twice a week. He even stretched his arms midway, teasingly jogging a few steps ahead, which made Isabella glare daggers at him.

For him, using stairs was just another leg day... Although as a gym bro, he wasn't exactly a fan of leg day. Still, he couldn't help but smirk.

"Fuck... This is too much," Isabella gasped for air and spoke in French. Even Chantal was shaking. Her knees were about to give out, and she used the stair railing as her last support.

"Just one more floor and we'll get there," Collin encouraged them. He spoke in a calm tone, as if climbing a mountain was nothing.

At last, after a tiring day, the three reached the highest floor. They found the apartment number and Collin knocked on the door. The hallway smelled faintly of cigarettes, and the flickering light above them added a cheap motel vibe to the corridor.

Chantal and Isabella fixed their haggard appearance as they waited for someone to open the door. They tried to straighten their hair and wipe their sweat, pretending they hadn't just survived a seven-floor workout.

A few seconds later, a woman in her fifties with a cigarette in her mouth opened the door. Her expression was bored yet sharp.

"I believe you're Collin and these are your clients?" the woman asked.

"Did Lila talk to you?"

"Yeah, she just called an hour ago."

"I'm indeed Collin East, and this is my client Chantal Beaumont and her friend Isabella."

The two women greeted the 50-year-old woman and introduced themselves.

"You can call me Vivian. Come in."

The three entered the studio and realized that... it was small. Smaller than they had imagined, barely enough space to fit a proper recording setup. There were only two rooms, the recording studio and the control room.

In the corner of the control room, a fat guy was silently inhaling the scent of coins. The sound of clinking metal and heavy breathing filled the air, making the atmosphere oddly unsettling.

"Niko, we have visitors."

"Hmmm~~"

The fat guy didn't listen and continued inhaling his coins. He rubbed them together like they were sacred relics.

Collin and his entourage had no idea what was happening. Isabella whispered under her breath, "Is this some kind of ritual?"

"Here's the music tape." Collin gave it to Vivian, but the woman exhaled a cloud of smoke and shook her head.

"Let your client give it to Niko. You have coins, right?"

"Uhh, yeah?"

"Then give the coins and the music tape to Niko. He'll handle the rest."

Collin passed the music tape to Chantal with some coins. He hesitated for a second, glancing between the strange man and the smoky air before forcing a small smile. Just like Collin, Chantal was confused, but she decided to do it. What bad could happen? As long as Collin was around, Chantal felt safe.

She slowly approached Niko, who was still shivering from inhaling the scent of the coins in his hands. Next to him was an empty box of pizza.

"Niko, sir, this is my music tape." She handed the tape and coins to him. Niko took them and smelled the coins before groaning for some reason. Chantal froze, unsure if she should take a step back or call for help.

Chantal looked at Collin and the others, and they were just as confused. Only Vivian was acting normal, probably because she was used to this kind of stuff. Vivian even leaned against the control panel.

Niko looked at Chantal, and the young woman almost took a step back, but she remained still.

"Alright."

Niko nodded. He stood up and inserted the music tape into the stereo system to listen to it. The room suddenly went silent except for the soft crackle of the machine.

Chantal's voice played in the control room. Both Vivian and Niko were impressed and stared at Chantal. Her voice was captivating, it carried warmth and emotion.

They listened to all five songs while Collin and the others waited for their decision. Collin inspected the recording studio and felt like he had been scammed. There were exposed wires, worn-out foam panels, and a broken mic stand leaning in the corner of the room. This was worse than a small-time record label. In the first place, Collin had no idea if there really was a record label.

"Amazing, your voice has a certain charm. Furthermore, your range can fit any genre. Even that rock and roll you did, you nailed it," Niko said. He was different from earlier. He was now acting like a normal person. His eyes, once hazy and unfocused, now gleamed with genuine admiration.

"Yeah, that's what I thought too," Vivian added.

Chantal was happy to hear their praise. Her heart fluttered, the exhaustion from earlier felt worth it.

"Not good, I have to make a song for you!" Niko raised his voice, grabbed a pen and a notepad, and started writing.

The three looked at Vivian in confusion. Isabella tilted her head, whispering, "Is this how inspiration works?"

"You should be happy. Niko took a liking to Chantal."

"..."

They didn't know what to say to that.

"Just wait for an hour and you'll see the results."

Niko was inhaling the coins that Chantal had given him while writing. Then he dropped the notepad and started playing the electric piano.

Chantal and Isabella were still confused, but Collin was different. He was stunned as he saw words floating above Niko's head. It was not white or yellow talent... they were gold!

--Niko Walkman

-- Music Producer of All Genres (Gold)

-- Hitmaker (Gold)

'This is the sixth person who had Golden Talent... You're telling me that this guy who seems to be addicted to coins has Golden Talent?' Collin's heart skipped a beat, realizing he might have just found another treasure.

Collin was speechless. He didn't care much if Niko had a certain abnormality. The moment he had Golden Talent, Collin was interested in signing him.

"Vivian, does Niko have an agent?"

"No, but he's a partner of my record label. Hey, I know those eyes. You're probably thinking of signing him, right? Don't even try, I'll kick you out of my studio. On top of that, it'll be impossible to convince Niko. Most of the time, you can't really talk to him." Vivian stared seriously at Collin, which made the agent shrug. What she said wasn't enough to stop Collin. His brain was already formulating plans and offers that could make even this guy agree.

There was a Golden Talent in front of him, Collin had no intention of letting him go without trying.

An hour later, after Niko recorded the piano, acoustic guitars, and drums for the song, he called Chantal to step into the recording studio. He gave her the note and said it was the lyrics to the song. Chantal's fingers trembled slightly as she held the handwritten paper.

Chantal was skeptical because the fat guy had only composed the song in an hour, which was unbelievable. She didn't know that Niko was "him".

The moment the music played and Chantal sang the lyrics, she was surprised that the song was actually well-formed. However, she was even more shocked the third time she sang it... she fell in love with it. Her voice blended perfectly with the melody, like the song had been waiting for her all along. The song only had piano, acoustic guitar, and a few drum beats as accompaniment, it didn't drown her voice. She knew it was still incomplete, but it didn't stop her from loving it more as she sang.

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[Author's Note: I want to say thank you for reading this novel. I've been gone for a while. Also, I have no idea how to write a song, so don't expect much from me...]

 

[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 137


No matter where you are, I will love you~

Even if you're not around, I will love you~

My love is yours truly~

Chantal sang it with emotion and hit a higher note this time. Her voice echoed within the recording room, trembling slightly with raw passion. When she sang the song for the fifth time, she realized that it had a certain beat that made her want to sing it again. She looked at Niko, who was still inhaling the scent of the coins with trembling eyes... She admitted that he was talented. His odd quirks didn't matter now.

Even Collin and Isabella were amazed. They were just watching the recording and listening to the song, but they couldn't help but sway with the rhythm. Collin's usually composed face softened, while Isabella unconsciously tapped her foot and mouthed the lyrics.

"Impressive. Niko is great at composing songs, but this is the first time I've met someone who can match his level aside from Jackson Mike," Vivian weakly muttered, but Collin heard what she said. Her tone carried genuine admiration.

"Niko composed a song for Jackson Mike?"

"That's right. You know Thrilled? Niko is the composer and music producer of that song."

"Really?"

Even though Collin could see that Niko had golden talents, he still found it hard to believe that he had worked with Jackson Mike.

"You don't believe me?" Vivian raised her brow.

"I mean, can you blame me?" He glanced at Niko, who was slightly shaking and clutching his coins while adjusting the music effects...

"I hope I'm not being offensive, but Niko... Is he on the spectrum?" Collin asked, and Vivian nodded.

"He is diagnosed, but I don't know the specifics," Vivian's voice softened slightly.

"I see." Collin had no opinion on Niko anymore. In fact, he became even more interested in him. He had witnessed today how fast yet efficient Niko was at composing a song. Furthermore, Chantal needed a music producer to help her create an album. They needed Niko. The chemistry between Chantal's voice and Niko's melody was undeniable.

Ten minutes later, Chantal and Niko perfected the song. Niko talked to Chantal about controlling her voice around some parts of the chorus, and the young woman was surprised at how much it improved the song overall. Every small tweak he suggested seemed to elevate the music to another level, showing how deep his understanding of sound truly was.

"So, pay us. It costs $50 to rent the studio per hour, plus Niko's fee is $1,000 per hour. Also, he made a song for you. If you're going to use the song in the album, you'll either pay him $50,000 upfront or give him a share of the royalties," Vivian said. She delivered the words casually.

"Huh?" Collin and the two women were confused.

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

"You're here to rent the studio, right?"

"No, I mean, yeah, but that's not the main reason why we're here." Collin realized there might be a misunderstanding. He started to organize his words before it turned into a business argument.

"Then why are you here?" Vivian frowned. Business had been tough lately. She crossed her arms, her cigarette slowly puffing smoke.

"We're here to sign a deal with your record label."

"You want what?"

"We want your record label to work with my client," Collin explained more clearly. His tone became more formal, steady.

"Are you being serious right now? You want Moonrise Music to sign a deal with Chantal?" Vivian stared at the young but talented singer. She was confused because their record label wasn't even that famous or great. She felt like someone as talented as Chantal would be wasted under their label.

"Are you out of your mind?" she glared at Collin, her eyes flaring with disbelief.

"Excuse me?" Collin was taken aback.

"Chantal is someone who can reach the heights of Madunna and Jackson Mike, yet you're sabotaging her career. Look, I have a lot of connections in the industry. I can help you find a better record label." She was speaking to Chantal by the latter part of her speech. Her voice softened again, filled with genuine concern as she looked at her.

"I think we have to talk about this seriously," Collin recommended.

"Miss Vivian, I think your record label is promising," Chantal said sincerely. Her words made the room pause for a moment.

"Aww, thank you," Vivian smiled before glaring back at Collin.

"Chantal, Isabella, can you give me some time with Vivian to talk?" he turned to them.

"Okay."

Once they were gone, only Collin, Vivian, and Niko, who was currently groaning in pleasure, remained in the control room. The awkwardness was thick, yet Collin stayed composed, determined to make his case.

"I think I should start from the beginning. We're here because Lila recommended Moonrise Music. I've already met many record labels, and none of them satisfied me," Collin made it clear.

Most of the people he had talked to gave him bad vibes, and he couldn't entrust his client to their labels. He trusted his instinct. His gut feeling rarely failed him, it was the same instinct that had helped him throughout his career.

Vivian and Niko were different... Even though Niko was odd, Collin didn't find him bad or dangerous. As for Vivian, she was just a woman in her fifties. There was a kind of honesty in her tired eyes.

On top of that, Collin believed that Chantal and Niko working together on a music album would lead to Chantal's stardom. It wasn't just a baseless instinct, he trusted in the two's golden talents. Something about this partnership felt destined, a once-in-a-lifetime alignment that could define their futures.

"Let me make this clear, out of all the record labels you met, you want our company to handle your client?" She stared at Collin like something was wrong with him.

"That's right." He was honest. Even though this record label seemed shady, the way Vivian interacted with Chantal and Isabella was sincere. She didn't have hidden bad intentions. Furthermore, Collin couldn't let go of Niko.

Vivian narrowed her gaze while scrutinizing the talent agent in front of her. The tension between them filled the air, broken only by Niko's faint grunting in the background.

"Moonrise Music is owned by me, Niko, and Lila. It's an upstart record label created two years ago. We were supposed to launch a five-member boy band, but Velvet Harmony stole them to prevent our business," her voice carried bitterness.

"They stole your boy band?"

"Yes, the boy band paid all the damages and breach of contract fees. They believed they would have a better career if they signed with Velvet Harmony... Funny, because they disbanded after a failed debut."

"Since then, we've launched two more musicians. They had a great start, but they also left for other record labels," Vivian sighed. The disappointment was written all over her face, it was clear she'd been through too many broken promises.

"Niko is a great music producer, but because of his behavior, he offended some people. That's why they didn't like Moonrise Music," Vivian added. She looked at Niko for a brief moment.

"So I don't think you should sign Niko because it might implicate you. Furthermore, I will never let you sign him."

Vivian could see through his intentions. Her instincts were sharp, she had dealt with too many smooth-talking agents before.

"I talked to one of the executives of Velvet Harmony, and I didn't like how they proceed with business. I did my best to find a record label, but none of them satisfied me. I think Moonrise Music fits my client better," Collin said, ignoring her warning and focusing only on Chantal's future.

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[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 138


"You're trying to avoid what I said about Niko not being interested in signing a contract with you." Vivian was pissed.

"I thought we were talking about Chantal?" Collin's calm reply only seemed to irritate her further.

"You're shameless, do you know that?" Vivian's glare intensified, the corner of her mouth twitching in disbelief at his audacity.

"Thank you for the compliment." Collin had a shy expression.

"You're not great at acting."

"Yeah, that's why I didn't pursue acting despite my handsome appearance." He even struck an innocent face.

"Listen to me, Moonrise Music is just a small record label. We only have seven employees. We haven't made money for two years, and our account is in the red. I'm thinking of filing for bankruptcy. I'm even ashamed to meet Lila lately. You should find a better record label." Her tone revealed exhaustion.

"But what about Niko? Will he become a freelancer?" Collin curiously asked. This was one of his main reasons.

"This guy..." Vivian sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, clearly tired of Collin's persistence.

"I will not leave. I will stay in this studio my whole life." Niko joined their conversation for a moment before returning to smelling his coins like a child obsessed with his own world.

"Heh, you heard what he said." Vivian had a mocking expression.

"Let's say you signed Chantal. What are her chances of becoming a superstar?" Collin didn't care about her mocking and instead leaned closer.

"If that happens, we'll promote her album. I know people in major radio stations who can add her songs to their programs. I can also talk to Music Television Broadcast to promote her. Becoming famous is not that simple but I say she has at least 80%." She spoke quickly, her tone confident.

"Radio stations and MTB? You can do that?" Collin was shocked. He realized that Vivian might not be simple at all. MTB was a famous music channel in the country.

"Of course." She raised her chin with pride.

"But that's not the biggest issue," Vivian added after a moment of silence.

"What's the problem?"

"It's funds. This company has no money to promote Chantal. That's why I recommend you go to another record label instead." She sighed when saying that.

"Looking through your small studio, you're probably not lying." Collin glanced around.

"Are you making fun of me?"

"Of course not." His expression turned serious.

Collin started thinking about it seriously. Unlike other record labels, Moonrise Music had a talented music producer. That alone gave Chantal's debut album a higher chance of success.

Collin didn't want to leave, especially when he had struck gold. Why should he walk away when he'd found the best choice? He believed luck had brought him here, and leaving now would be like walking away from profit.

However, there was a problem, the funds. Suddenly, Collin had an idea that made him sit straight.

"I heard that a record label usually spends around $200,000 on a debut single. Is that right?"

"Yeah, I guess. It depends on how much the record label is willing to spend to make the artist famous." Vivian's answer came with a half-shrug.

"Then I'm willing to spend money," Collin answered firmly, his tone carrying a certainty that made Vivian lift her head in surprise.

"You want to invest in your client's debut single?"

"No." Collin grinned, and this time his grin wasn't playful, it was confident and calculated.

"I want to invest in Moonrise Music and become one of the shareholders."

Vivian was stunned. She didn't expect that answer, and for a long moment, she simply stared at him as if trying to figure out whether he was serious or joking. Collin was also hesitant with his decision, but he decided to trust himself. Later, he realized that owning a share of Moonrise Music became one of the best decisions he made in his entire life.

"... How much will you invest?" This time, Vivian became more serious. She was no longer talking to Collin as a stranger, she was talking to a potential business partner.

"$3 million, but I want 25% of the company." He raised three fingers and his voice was firm.

"Twenty-five percent!? Are you crazy!?" Her jaw dropped, she couldn't believe the nerve of this man.

"Hey, you're the one who said that Moonrise Music hasn't made a profit in the past two years. It's even a miracle if you valuate this company at $10 million. I'm being generous here."

"..." Vivian regretted what she said earlier. She was trapped by her own honesty.

"Vivian, based on what I see, you hate the fact that your boy band and two singers sabotaged you. So how about using this moment to prove yourself and make them regret it?"

"I have to talk to Lila and Niko first."

"No problem for me." Collin shrugged. He already expected it.

Vivian talked to Niko, and the guy agreed... Collin had no idea if Niko even understood what was happening, but the man's answer made it reassuring.

Vivian then went outside for a better signal to call Lila. The CEO of ANT was surprised that Collin was interested in investing in Moonrise Music. After thinking about it, Lila decided to invest more so that her shares wouldn't be diluted and to maintain her influence within the company.

Three days later, the four of them made a deal. Collin got 22% of the company's ownership after investing $3 million, while Lila kept her 25% shares after reinvesting.

Vivian's shares went down to 30%, but she still held the highest portion. Niko's shares also went down to 23%, though he seemed fine with that since he was more focused on music and smelling coins, than actual money.

On the same day, the four shareholders agreed to sign Chantal Beaumont and promote her album. This was one of the clauses Collin added to the contract before becoming a shareholder, a clause he insisted on, driven by his desire to secure Chantal's career.

'Since I can't entrust Chantal to a record label, how about I become part owner of the record label and protect her?'

Probably the best decision he made.

Lila Seraphina was still confused about Collin's decision, but she decided to trust him. So far, Collin hadn't suffered any major failures. His clients experienced scandals, but they were still standing strong with good careers.

Just like that, Chantal and Isabella became busy in the studio of Moonrise Music, together with Vivian and the other employees of the record label. Collin's workload finally lightened, and for the first time in weeks, he felt like the storm around him had begun to calm.

Moonrise Music paid Chantal $1 million as an advance payment, a staggering amount for a struggling company, but one they were willing to risk.

The contract went like this:

$1 million advance payment

20% royalty rate

5-album commitment from Moonrise Music

Complete tour support, with Moonrise Music receiving 50% of concert profits

50% profit from merchandise

If another record label saw this contract, they would find it absurd, especially since Moonrise Music would be the one spending money on the project. It was practically suicidal from a business standpoint. They were giving Chantal too much money!

Of course, Collin found it advantageous since he would earn from both sides. He would profit from Moonrise Music and also receive his 5% commissions and other transaction earnings from Chantal. Every success she achieved multiplied his gains.

In fact, Collin earned $50,000 when Chantal received her $1 million advance payment... though the money technically came from him.

He was confused why Lila let him proceed with this kind of deal because it looked predatory. But hey, the CEO of ANT was also a shareholder, so who cared? The future of Moonrise Music seemed promising, and for Collin, this marked the beginning of something bigger.

 

[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 139


"You are adorable and attractive. Please open your mouth," Paul Kim said to Chantal Beaumont as he adjusted his glasses.

The woman reluctantly opened her mouth, and Paul Kim nodded when he found nothing to criticize. Chantal's shoulders relaxed slightly, though her hands were still clasped nervously.

"You clearly brush your teeth every day."

"Y-Yes." Chantal stuttered as she stole a glance at Collin, who was sitting just a few meters away. Collin gave her a reassuring nod, arms crossed as he observed calmly. Even Isabella was standing outside, waiting for the results.

"Please smile."

Chantal smiled.

"No, I mean smile widely so I can see your front teeth."

Chantal followed the Asian man's command, showing her teeth. Her cheeks twitched slightly, but she forced herself to comply.

"Your right fang is crooked, you need to consult a dentist to fix that. For a singer, your appearance and smile are the most important things aside from your voice. As for your hair… Collin, what's the record label's plan for her?"

Paul Kim asked the talent agent.

"We're choosing between a young pop star or a sexy femme fatale," Collin answered. His brows furrowed, unsure which direction suited her more.

"Femme fatale? Her?" Paul Kim scoffed and looked at Chantal with judgmental eyes. He tilted his head and raised a skeptical brow. Paul Kim was gay, so he didn't find Chantal sexy or appealing in that way. Despite being in his fifties, Paul spent his life sucking hotdogs instead of eating clams… Well, you can't blame a person for their preference.

"Hey, Paul, don't bully my client." Collin frowned slightly.

"I'm not bullying her. Chantal is indeed adorable, but it's impossible for her to take the sexy bombshell route. She has a small ass and an almost non-existent chest."

Chantal became conscious of her chest. They were indeed small. Her arms instinctively folded over her chest as her cheeks flushed red.

"But I'm still young. They will grow," she weakly muttered while staring down. Her voice trembled with embarrassment.

"You have to wait at least five years then. For now, your sex appeal as a woman is non-existent. You can't attract men unless the men in question have very particular fetishes."

"That's hurtful."

"I'm just telling the truth," Paul replied without care. He shrugged casually and scribbled some notes.

"Hey Paul, chill. Chantal will be a famous singer."

"Alright, I trust you. I know you have a plan. In my opinion, Chantal definitely has a shot at being a superstar, but we have to plan her image. She has a nice face, and even her smile is fine, just needs a few fixes on her right fang. As for her breasts and ass, flat as fuck."

"You're destroying her confidence." Collin shot him a look of disbelief.

Collin shook his head. Paul Kim was the PR agent in the team he built. He was the one responsible for protecting Axel from the scandal. He also helped protect Jolyne Robs during the kidnapping case. Collin knew Paul was competent, but he was blunt. Paul's reputation in the agency was built on precision, not kindness.

"Overall, I have no problem with her appearance, and she is marketable. We can earn a lot of money from her," Paul said, analyzing her like a product.

"She's not an item."

"The only problem is…" Paul continued, ignoring Collin. "Her hair. We should straighten her hair."

"Huh? Why?" Chantal was alarmed. Her fingers instinctively touched her curly strands. She loved her curly, wavy hair.

"Because people prefer straight hair over curly hair."

"That's not true. Do you have any evidence to prove that?" Chantal's voice wavered between defiance and anxiety.

"Straight hair shows you're well-groomed and presentable. Curly hair is often stigmatized as messy and unprofessional. Girl, I've been in the industry longer than you. Do you know why many black actresses have straightened their hair lately? That's the beauty standard." Paul leaned back with authority.

"Curly hair might become a trend in a few years, but for now, you have to follow the usual style. Unless you want to try something different. But different is hardly accepted in this industry."

"If you don't want to straighten your hair, you can wear a wig instead, but that might be uncomfortable for you." Paul actually found her curly hair nice, but he had to think from a business perspective. His job as a PR agent was to plan and maintain a client's image. His eyes softened slightly, though his tone remained professional.

In Lawrence's case, Paul Kim and the PR team painted the actor as a gentle prince charming to the public. Only the people close to him knew that Lawrence was anything but that. He loved going to parties and going wild. It was the PR team that protected his image.

This was also their job for Axel and Jennifer. They defended Axel against his ex-wife's false accusations. They also made sure that Jennifer's foul mouth wouldn't be exposed to the public.

And now, Paul Kim knew straight hair was the preferred beauty standard of the era. As much as he liked curly hair, his duty as a PR agent came first.

"... I don't want to straighten my hair. I love my hair. I will use a wig instead." Chantal's voice was quiet yet firm, determination flickering in her eyes.

"Why don't we keep her curly hair? I think Chantal has the talent and charisma to pull it off. You still haven't heard her sing, so you have no idea how great she is," Collin added.

"Collin, thank you." Chantal smiled softly, grateful that her agent sided with her. She looked at Paul Kim, waiting for his decision.

"She can do that. But we are not sure if the audience will like it. I repeat, the beauty standard right now is straight hair, no matter the race." Paul sighed, tapping his pen lightly on the table.

The natural hair movement would happen in the 2010s, and before that, most women succumbed to the pressure of straightening their hair. The media was the main reason why straight hair was seen as the pinnacle of beauty.

"Anyway, my job here is done. I have to leave early. Collin, you have nothing to do, you'd better go home early."

"I have to drive these two women to their apartment." Collin replied.

"W-We will take a taxi," Chantal immediately replied. Her voice was too quick, as if hiding something. Her reaction made Paul shake his head. It seemed Chantal was not good at acting.

"Really?"

"Yes, Zara toured us around and helped us get to know Los Angeles better. We can take a taxi. You don't have to take care of us anymore."

"If you say so."

Collin easily believed her. He gave a small smile and nodded. The two young women had met Zara Lauren and got a chance to explore Los Angeles.

 

[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 140


"Before I forget, Chantal, you should practice your English more. Once in a while, your accent is showing."

"I'll keep that in mind. Thank you, Mr. Kim."

"See you later." Paul waved his hand.

"We will."

Paul Kim left after that. He saw Isabella waiting outside and slightly bowed his head before walking away.

Collin talked to Chantal and Isabella and reminded them to call once they reached their apartment. His voice carried a tone of gentle authority. For a few months, Collin felt like he had become their parent.

When Collin left, Chantal and Isabella nodded at each other. They had no intention of going back to the apartment. A mischievous spark glimmered in their eyes.

Collin looked at his watch and realized that he had left work quite early today, which was great. He had been busy lately and often had to work late. His shoulders felt lighter at the idea of resting early.

It was fortunate that the apartment complex was close to the ANT headquarters. It only took him half an hour to reach the place despite the rush hour.

He yawned as he stepped into the elevator. Since he got home earlier, he might as well take this chance to sleep early. His mind was already imagining the comfort of his bed and the peace of an early night.

When he reached the apartment and opened the door, he was greeted by balloons and confetti. The sudden burst of color and sound surprised him, colorful ribbons, paper cuts, and cheerful faces filled his vision.

"Happy Birthday!"

The people cheered, voices overlapping with laughter and clapping hands.

"Huh?"

Collin was speechless as he saw people greeting him with "happy birthday." He found Aida and Evelyn wearing birthday hats, their smiles wide and bright.

"Happy birthday, Collin."

"...Now that I think about it, today is October 17. Today is my birthday."

Collin realized that it was his birthday today, hence the celebration. He lightly chuckled as he stepped into the apartment. He was still dazed but slowly smiling as the warmth of the moment sank in. Many of his friends and coworkers were present. He saw Jennifer, Axel, Wyatt, and Arnold. He also saw some strangers, perhaps Aida's college friends.

"Collin, wear your birthday hat." Aida grinned and passed him a goofy paper hat with the words "birthday celebrant" on it.

Collin shrugged and wore it, earning a round of applause and laughter from the guests. He found his seat in front of the birthday cake with his age on it. As of October 1998, Collin East was 28 years old. He blew out the candle, the small flame flickering out as everyone clapped.

"Who planned this party?"

"Me," Aida answered proudly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"I talked to Arnold and Jennifer. I said I wanted to surprise you. You never celebrate your birthday, so I felt like it should be different this year," she said.

"Your excuse is that celebrating a birthday is not for you," Arnold added with a teasing grin, holding his drink up as if to toast him.

Collin smiled slightly, feeling his heart swell with genuine gratitude.

"Thank you, guys. I appreciate it a lot."

Most of the guests were Collin's coworkers and clients. The party was not extravagant, just a simple one, but the air was filled with laughter, the aroma of food, and the warmth of friendship.

"Jolyne will show up later. She said she's on the way," Arnold said.

"You invited Jolyne?"

"Of course, dude. We saved her life."

"I guess so."

Aida was not surprised when she heard their conversation. She already knew that Jolyne Robs was Arnold's client. Of course, she also knew about the news that Collin had prevented the actress from being abducted. The headline had spread through entertainment tabloids for weeks. Aida and Evelyn were actually worried when they first heard the news.

As for Jennifer and Axel, Aida also knew about them. They were Collin's first clients. Axel was even invited to their Christmas Eve dinner. Aida also knew Wyatt as the comedy director who visited Collin at the hospital when he was confined.

"By the way, Lawrence Terrence will also show up. Zara Lauren will be with him. They were just stuck in traffic," Wyatt said while munching on a slice of pizza. He was getting chubbier lately.

Collin nodded.

"Huh?"

Unlike earlier when Aida was not surprised, she was dumbfounded when she heard that Lawrence Terrence would also show up.

Lawrence Terrence was one of the most famous actors over the past few years. Aida and her friends were his fans. Aida even had a poster of Lawrence Terrence in her room.

"Am I hearing it right? Lawrence Terrence?" Aida turned to Wyatt, her voice rising with disbelief.

"Lawrence is Collin's client. He will undoubtedly show up," Wyatt answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Aida stared at Collin, waiting for his excuse, her lips pursed in mock annoyance.

"What?" Collin asked.

"I just learned today that Lawrence Terrence is one of your clients. Why?"

"I mean, you didn't ask." He shrugged.

"What!? This is huge. Why didn't you tell me? If I knew, I would have asked for an autograph!" Aida pouted in disappointment, crossing her arms like a sulking child.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Aida moved fast to open it, her heart pounding with excitement, expecting a celebrity.

"Hello."

She smiled as she greeted them, expecting to see Jolyne Robs or Lawrence Terrence. However, instead of a superstar, the people at the door were an Asian man and two young women who were probably around her age, all dressed neatly and carrying small gift bags.

"Hi. We are here for Collin's birthday."

Isabella greeted her back with a polite smile.

"Y-Yeah." Aida's lips twitched, a bit embarrassed that she had expected someone else.

"No wonder you wanted me to go home early, you knew about this birthday party." Collin smiled at Chantal and the others.

"It's Arnold who told me," Paul Kim said, adjusting his glasses.

"As for you guys?" Collin asked Chantal and Isabella.

"Jennifer told us," they replied almost in unison.

After that interaction, Collin's birthday continued. The party music resumed, chatter filled the air, and plates clinked as food was served.

Jolyne Robs arrived later with her personal assistant, causing heads to turn.

Lawrence also showed up with his current girlfriend. Aida and her friends were so happy to see the actor that they squealed quietly and tried to act composed, though their eyes sparkled with excitement. Aside from Collin, only Lawrence was the handsome man at the party.

Anyway, Lawrence signed their autographs. In fact, all of Aida's friends received autographs from the celebrities present at the party. They realized that Aida's brother was not that simple. He was someone respected, with connections, and quietly influential. Based on their interaction, Collin had a high status.

The party went on. It was fortunate that their apartment was big enough to host a birthday party.

In the middle of the party, Collin received a call. He decided to excuse himself and answer it. He didn't recognize the number and thought it was a business call. His voice lowered as he stepped out to the quiet balcony, city lights flickering in the distance.

However, the voice on the phone was from a woman. Collin recognized it immediately. The familiar tone was...

"Collin, happy birthd—"

Collin immediately ended the call. His expression turned cold, he shoved the phone into his pocket.

"Who called you?" Evelyn curiously asked, noticing the sudden shift in his expression.

"It's nothing, Mom. It was a wrong call." Collin smiled again, forcing his usual calm demeanor, and decided to forget about what happened. He didn't want to worry his loved ones.

"Okay, have fun with your friends. The turkey I cook will be done at any moment. Happy birthday, son," Evelyn said, patting his arm affectionately.

"Thank you, Mom."

Collin hugged Evelyn. He was happy to have a family who loved him.

 

[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 141


"Oh my God, Aida! I can't believe your brother is hot! Tell me, is he single?"

A group of young women surrounded Aida, their eyes sparkling with mischief and excitement. They were eyeing two men at the party while sipping their drinks and whispering among themselves. Almost everyone who was invited to Collin's party was professional and made a good amount of money annually.

However, after many comparisons, the female students only deemed Collin and Lawrence attractive. Not even Axel, who was also a real actor, made their hearts skip a beat. Axel, with his stoic demeanor, broad shoulders, and tall stature, still failed to capture the fluttering hearts of the younger crowd.

Lawrence had an angelic appearance that made him look beautiful. His soft smile and gentle eyes exuded charm, almost ethereal. But Collin was different, he was more of a rough, handsome type, the kind of man who could make a woman melt. His chiseled jawline and confident posture gave off an irresistible masculine aura.

Furthermore, Collin seemed to be healthy and fit. He had firm muscles and was also tall. His well-built frame was perfect in their eyes.

So far, he had checked all of their preferences for a man.

Tall. He was the second tallest man at the party, next to Axel.

Handsome. No need for explanation. Collin was a model for a reason, his every move seemed effortlessly photogenic.

Rich. Being the talent agent of successful celebrities, Collin was clearly earning a lot of money.

Furthermore, he looked like a nice guy. He had this gentleness in him that made the young women squeal. His warm smile and polite manner made him even more charming in their eyes.

As for Lawrence, they were also interested in dating him, but they probably couldn't handle a famous actor like him. Besides, Lawrence was with his girlfriend, Zara Lauren. Zara stood gracefully beside him, a clear sign of their relationship. They couldn't find a chance to flirt with the actor.

Hence, their best pick was Collin East.

"Come on, this is not the right time to talk about that," Aida tried to dodge the question. She had no idea if Collin was dating anyone, but based on his daily lifestyle, he probably was not. He always seemed too busy to bother with romance, or maybe he was just private about it.

"Don't do this to us, we just want to know if your brother is single... Can we get his number?"

"First, I'm not sure if he's single. But he probably is. Second, no, I will not give you his contact number. You have to ask him personally."

"I knew you would say that." They giggled. One of them playfully nudged Aida while the others squealed quietly, glancing at Collin from afar.

"Aida, do you think it's possible for me to get signed by an agent? Your brother and his friend seem to be doing great. Are they interested in looking for an actress? Based on their clients' status, they are probably at the top of their agency."

One of the girls asked Aida. Some of the girls also listened curiously. They were also interested in getting into Hollywood and becoming celebrities. Perhaps Collin and Arnold could help them reach their dreams of becoming famous. The thought of fame sparkled in their wide eyes.

Aida sighed and answered their questions at best. However, there were some questions she couldn't answer. She regretted inviting her friends. Her friends were curious about her brother because they had heard that Collin was a talent agent.

And now, they realized that Collin was not a simple talent agent. His presence alone commanded quiet respect. He was someone important, someone successful.

The party ended, and the guests had to leave. Fortunately, Aida's friends behaved and didn't do anything scandalous. Thankfully, only a few cellphone brands around this era had cameras, and the quality was blurry, so no one took pictures.

"...We have to clean, huh," Aida muttered as she saw the place in disarray. Empty bottles, cups, paper plates, and crumbs were scattered all over the living room floor. Collin and Evelyn started cleaning the house, and Aida joined in.

"Collin, happy birthday," Aida greeted her brother. A soft smile appeared on her face despite her fatigue. This surprise party was worth it.

"Thank you." Collin had drunk a bit, so he forgot that Aida didn't like it whenever he patted her head.

"Stop patting my head!" Aida pouted, crossing her arms as Evelyn chuckled quietly in the background.

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In October and November, Lawrence and Axel focused on their projects.

Lawrence worked with Director Summerbelt for the second time. Since they already had experience working together, their interaction was much better. Lawrence trusted and respected Director Summerbelt because he acknowledged the director's talent.

Director Summerbelt also had the same sentiment. You couldn't hate an actor who always did his job perfectly. Whenever Lawrence was on screen, he stole the moment. The camera seemed to adore him. However, Director Summerbelt could see that the actor he had worked with a few years ago had changed.

Lawrence now had the aura of a superstar, and sometimes he did arrogant things. The once-humble actor now carried an air of superiority, subtle but undeniable. In fact, a fan had snuck into the studio just to get an autograph from Lawrence, and the actor didn't like it at all. He still signed the autograph, but he clearly didn't enjoy the interaction. His forced smile and stiff shoulders revealed his irritation.

Lawrence had reached the point in his career where he hated getting interrupted by fans. He also hated the fact that someone had snuck into the studio just to make a scene. He valued professionalism and privacy.

As for Axel, this tall actor had a tougher situation than Lawrence. Unlike Lawrence, who only had to memorize his lines, Axel had to participate in physical training. He had to practice stunts and action choreography.

Fortunately, Axel was a retired soldier, so physical training was nothing new to him. The production studio that cast him was satisfied when they realized that Axel could actually participate in the training with ease. His discipline and endurance impressed even the stunt coordinators. Of course, Axel had a stunt double to take his place if the action stunt was dangerous.

Because he was going to star in an action movie, Axel needed a stunt double. He was against having a stunt double for some dangerous scenes because he wanted to prove that he could do them himself. Collin had to convince him otherwise. The conversation was long and serious. Collin's calm yet firm tone eventually made Axel realize the risk he was taking. Collin said that if an accident happened, it could lead to the end of his career, or worse, his life. If he lost his job, then he would fail to provide for his son. If he lost his life, then his son would be lonely.

After thinking about it, Axel agreed and let the stunt double handle the dangerous stunts. He realized that his life was important. The stunt double resembled his body size so that it wouldn't look off in front of the camera.

As for Jennifer, she was still hosting The Singing Voice. She was also busy, but unlike a few years ago, when she felt jealous of others, she didn't feel bitter anymore. There was contentment in her eyes now whenever she stepped onto the brightly lit stage. Collin was right, she would find her place in this industry. She didn't regret stepping away from acting, especially when being the host of a famous singing competition earned her huge money. She even had brand deals lately. She was happy and thankful to Collin, who had found an opportunity for her. She owed him a lot.

 

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Behind The Spotlight Chapter 142


"You need sleep."

"Yes, doctor."

"You said you're done with your movie, right?"

"I finished editing the movie and I don't have to stay up all night anymore," Wyatt answered the doctor. His voice was hoarse, the kind that came from too much caffeine and too little rest.

"Wyatt, you have to listen to me. You need to take care of yourself and sleep at least eight hours at night."

"..."

Wyatt didn't answer. He shifted uneasily in his chair that couldn't contain his body, his tired eyes avoiding the doctor's gaze.

"Be honest with me," the doctor said as he put on his eyeglasses. He flipped through Wyatt's medical file, his brows furrowing as he studied the notes. "How long do you sleep every night?"

"Five..."

"I said be honest."

"Three hours."

"When do you sleep?" The doctor wrote in his notes.

"Four."

"A.M. or P.M.?"

"P.M."

"So you don't sleep at night?" The doctor frowned. He leaned back, pressing his pen against his temple, clearly frustrated.

"Yes..."

Wyatt gave a bitter smile and answered truthfully.

"Why?"

"I have to finish the post-production within the schedule. If I fail to do that, I will lose my remaining balance."

"And did you finish it in time?"

"Fortunately, yes."

Wyatt received his remaining balance, which was $7.5 million.

Collin secured a $15 million salary and a 10% North American box office share for Wyatt, and the director was happy about that. It was the biggest deal of his career, so naturally, he had to work hard.

"Wyatt, I have to be honest with you. If you keep living this way, you're not going to live long. It will be a miracle if you surpass the age of 50."

"..."

Wyatt had no idea what to say. His chest tightened with silent panic.

"First, you're fat. Last year, you were not in the obese bracket. You were just chubby. But now, your weight is 190 pounds. Last year, you were 140 pounds. You gained a lot of weight."

Wyatt felt guilty about that. To cope with the pressure of directing The Frightening Movie, he ate a lot.

"Second, you also smoke. You clearly want to destroy your lungs."

"..."

Wyatt looked down. Whenever he was stressed out, he smoked cigarettes. Lately, he realized that he was smoking a lot.

"Third, you lack sleep. Just like what I said earlier, sleep is important. You need at least eight hours."

"I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing? I can't force you to do what you don't like. However, I can tell you this, you will slowly kill yourself if you don't change your lifestyle. So far, there are no bad symptoms, but that won't last long."

"Doctor, what do I have to do?"

"It's fortunate that you're done with your job and can take a rest. Listen to me, you have to stop eating too much, especially unhealthy food. You also need to exercise and lose weight. And stop smoking. Cigarettes are never good for your body."

"...Is there an alternative?" Wyatt asked, feeling helpless. Sleeping eight hours a day was fine, but eating and smoking were things he enjoyed. Yes, he was now addicted to nicotine. As for exercising, he found it exhausting. Just the thought of jogging made his legs feel heavy.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" The doctor almost lost his patience.

"Wyatt, if you're looking for pills or shortcuts, you'll be disappointed. You don't want your family to lose you, right?"

"I understand now, doctor," Wyatt sighed in acceptance. "I'll try my best. In the next six months, I'll be a better man."

"That's the spirit." The doctor nodded, though his expression softened.

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December 7, 1998. The day of The Frightening Movie premiere. The street in front of the theater was alive with flashes of light and bustling energy. Banners lined the street, the movie's posters plastered on billboards.

Uni-versus Pictures promoted the movie aggressively, with posters, billboards, and trailers. The studio wanted the movie to be successful, especially since it cost $40 million to produce.

When Wyatt finished post-production in the first week of November, Uni-versus Pictures held a small screening and tested the movie with an audience. The results were mostly positive, the movie was funny. The test audience roared with laughter, some wiping tears from their eyes, a good omen for the release.

Since then, the studio had promoted the movie relentlessly. Every major city in the country displayed its posters.

Meanwhile, Face: Swap had ended its worldwide screening. The action movie grossed over $427 million, and Touchpebbles Pictures was satisfied with the result.

As for Bride Runaway, it also ended its worldwide screening in November, grossing $387 million at the box office.

Romance and action movies had clear differences, and their longevity in theaters also varied. Action movies usually had longer runs because they appealed to a broader audience, unlike romance films that primarily attracted female viewers.

So even though Bride Runaway was released in August compared to Face: Swap in May, Bride Runaway ended its run much faster.

Face: Swap stayed in theaters for eight months, while Bride Runaway lasted only five.

Still, it didn't matter. Why? Because both movies were under the same studio, Wash Dismay Studio. The two films earned huge amounts of money, marking a profitable year for the studio. The executives toasted champagne in celebration, laughing in relief after such success.

Axel and the other cast members of The Frightening Movie attended the red carpet event. Camera flashes surrounded them as they smiled and posed, while reporters shouted names across the barricades. Even Lawrence showed up as a guest since he had a cameo in the movie. He attended to support his girlfriend, Zara Lauren, standing proudly beside her and adjusting his tie as the cameras focused on them.

Unlike last time, when Axel was asked malicious questions, the interviewer from Uni-versus Pictures didn't ask anything disrespectful this time, which made him happy. The tension he'd carried into the event finally melted away.

After the red carpet, the cast watched the movie they had worked so hard on.

The Frightening Movie was a parody of horror films such as The Screams, I Know What You Fucking Did Last Summer, Halloween, Friday the 14th, and many more. Wyatt got the inspiration after watching several horror movies during his vacation.

On its first day of screening, December 7, 1998, Friday, The Frightening Movie grossed $13 million.

On the second day, Saturday, the comedy film made another $15 million.

On Sunday, it earned another $10 million.

The first weekend performance of The Frightening Movie grossed $38 million. Uni-versus Pictures was confident that working with Wyatt Bray for the second time was the right decision.

They were satisfied with the amount, especially since The Frightening Movie was R-rated and not suitable for all audiences. Yet despite that limitation, it grossed $38 million in its first three days. Critics also praised it, saying it was crude yet genuinely funny.

As for Wyatt, who directed the movie, he was currently gasping for air while walking on the treadmill... his sweat dripping onto the machine.

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Behind The Spotlight Chapter 143


"I'm surprised when you told me that you want to join me exercising in the gym."

Collin tapped Wyatt's shoulder as the fat guy was gasping for air, his cheeks flushed red and sweat trickled down his temples. He had just done a 15-minute "jog" on the treadmill, and that alone made him tired and sweaty. His breathing came out in short, heavy bursts, and his T-shirt clung to his round belly.

"The doctor told me that I have to take care of my health," Wyatt spoke between breaths.

"That's great then. I told you that your health is important, but you didn't listen to me. I guess hearing it from a professional made you understand how important it is."

Collin had reminded Wyatt many times to take care of himself, but Wyatt would always say yes without actually listening. He continued smoking and eating excessively. It was good that Wyatt was finally done with his movie and could rest at last.

"You've earned millions, you don't have to push yourself too hard. Just relax and have fun, but don't drown yourself in food and vices. You need self-control."

"I'll keep that in mind." Wyatt wiped his face with a towel. Just as Collin said, he wanted to take a vacation for at least three months. Perhaps traveling around the world would be a great idea. He had the money to do it anyway. He could meet different people. Besides... he might find a girlfriend in another country.

For some reason, the women he dated in the U.S. mostly wanted him for his money and status as a director. Perhaps he could find an amazing woman who could appreciate him in a foreign country. Another factor was that he was fat...

Well, that depended. If he went to a third-world country, the women there might act demure and proper, but they would still be interested in his money. It just depended on what poison Wyatt wanted to consume. Although women from third-world countries would indeed appreciate him better than Western women, or at least, that's what most people said.

Anyway, after resting and leaning on the cold metallic frame of the chair, Collin encouraged Wyatt to bench press, and the heavy clang of iron echoed softly across the gym.

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At the celebration party hosted by Uni-versus Pictures, Chantal and Isabella were mesmerized by the beauty of a Hollywood event. Their eyes were wide with awe as crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead and the sound of wealthy laughter and clinking glasses filled the air.

The two Frenchwomen had never experienced this kind of extravagance before. The glamour was intoxicating, yet intimidating. They were just simple people.

They saw Collin talking to the executives of Uni-versus Pictures and laughing along with them. His confident posture blended perfectly among them. Collin already knew most of the executives from the studio since this wasn't the first time they had worked together. He was simply strengthening the connections he had already built. Although he admitted that some of the topics they discussed weren't things he liked, the forced laughter on his face sometimes hid a faint grimace. Still, he laughed along.

"You know Shana from the TV Show Bitch You Ugly?"

"Of course, I remember her. She's hot."

"Hehe, I actually cracked her ass two years ago. She begged me to get her into the show and now she visits me once a month. I tell you this, she's a freak, she'll do anything. She do coprophilia."

"Damn, invite me sometime. Maybe I can put her in a movie after I put my dick in her mouth."

This kind of conversation happened most than people expected. At the end of the day, rich people didn't care. Besides, it was consensual.

This party was held to celebrate the success of The Frightening Movie, which had grossed $90 million as of December 22 at the North American box office. The revenue had already surpassed the movie's $40 million production cost, so naturally, Uni-versus Pictures wanted to celebrate.

Chantal and Isabella had watched the parody movie earlier. Some of the jokes didn't land well for them because they couldn't fully understand the references. But there were still bits that made them laugh, especially the scene where the slasher attacked a woman and stabbed her silicone breast. They burst into laughter, covering their mouths in embarrassment as people nearby turned their heads to look.

They also recognized some of the parodied scenes, like Screams and I Know What You Fucking Did Last Summer, which made it even funnier.

"Hey, guys, why are you so quiet? Come over here."

Zara spotted the two in the corner, drinking non-alcoholic beverages. They excitedly approached the French model, with whom they had become close after Zara toured them around Los Angeles. She had shown them beaches and cozy cafés where celebrities sometimes appeared.

"I don't understand why Collin invited you to this party," Zara said, raising an elegant brow as she swirled her champagne glass.

"He said that I must get used to this because I'll experience this kind of party once I become famous," Chantal answered, her accent less noticeable now.

"I guess that can work." Zara smiled and patted Chantal's curly hair.

Actually, Zara was a bit jealous of Chantal. Unlike her, who had to work hard and even resort to dating an actor just to get into this tough industry, Chantal had it easier. Based on what Zara observed, Collin made sure that his young client would be protected at all costs. Zara didn't have that. She knew that one mistake in this industry could lead to the end of her stardom. The thought made her chest tighten.

But Collin was different. This agent had many ways to help Chantal become famous.

'If Chantal failed to be a singer, Collin could help her transition to acting. If that didn't work, he could help her audition for The Singing Voice by using Jennifer Randon.'

Zara didn't know that Collin had no intention of transitioning Chantal to acting, because he believed that Chantal would never fail. She had the talent to make it big, especially when her debut single and album were composed by an amazing music producer, the kind who could turn even mumbling into a hit.

"So when are your songs going to be released? I'm excited to hear them on the radio," Zara teased, hiding the fact that she was jealous, her lips forming a polite smile.

"Next year, the first week of January. The record label also said that I have to film a music video for my debut single," Chantal said shyly.

"That's great. I hope you become famous." No one knew if Zara was being sincere or not. Isabella stayed quiet the whole time, staring at Zara with a knowing smile.

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Just like that, the holidays arrived, and most people took the chance to rest and go on vacation. The streets of Los Angeles glittered with Christmas lights. Collin asked Chantal and Isabella if they were interested in going back to Paris, but they wanted to stay in the U.S. They couldn't return without proving anything.

They agreed that they would only go back once Chantal became a singer, it became an unspoken promise between the two friends. Around this time, Isabella began to change. She started acting like Chantal's personal assistant, making sure her friend wasn't late for practices and taking care of her personal needs.

Even Collin didn't expect Isabella to adapt so quickly. He sometimes caught himself smiling quietly whenever he saw her managing things.

'...At least Isabella is not some kind of freeloader anymore,' he thought, nodding to himself.

Anyway, Collin's clients had a great time during the holidays. They spent the season with their families, except for Wyatt, who went to Japan and spent Christmas alone. He went to Akihabara to buy Gunpla and anime figures, he also visited maid cafés and soaplands...

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Behind The Spotlight Chapter 144


Aida was staring at the black Porsche in front of her with wide eyes. The sunlight gleamed off the car's sleek surface, reflecting her stunned expression. She looked at Collin, then at the car, then at Collin again, then back at the car.

"This is my Christmas present?"

"Why? You don't like the color? I can contact the dealership if you want."

Collin had no idea why his sister was looking at him and the car back and forth, confused yet amused by her reaction.

"No, Collin, I mean, I said that I don't want a car."

"That's your excuse for three years now. Aida, you're getting older, and you need your own car. You can't rely on buses and taxis to take you everywhere."

"I know that... Thanks." She sighed in defeat, her shoulders slumping as she accepted her brother's insistence with a small smile.

"Why did you have to buy a Porsche though?"

"You don't want a Porsche? Then I'll take you to the dealership, where they have Lamborghini, Ferrari, and Mercedes-Benz. They're more expensive, but I can buy one for you." Collin pulled out his phone to contact the dealership, but Aida stopped him.

"No! You don't have to. I like it. No, I love it."

Aida didn't want her brother to spend more. She already felt guilty. She knew that Collin would buy anything if she asked. Collin was that type of guy.

"Thanks, Collin. Although I don't understand why you have to buy a Porsche. I'm fine with a less expensive car."

"But I don't want others to belittle you."

"No one is belittling me. Why do you think that I'm getting bullied?"

"I heard that the better the car, the more respect you'll get in college."

"... You have a point, but I'm not sure if respect is the right term. Some might just get jealous of me."

"If you want a simple car, then I can buy you one. Is it Toyuta, Hunda, or Furd? Just tell me."

"No, it's alright."

Aida didn't want her brother to spend more. As for this Porsche, it seemed that she had no choice but to use it. Fortunately, Aida knew how to drive and already had a license. Collin told her before that she should learn things that would help her in the long run.

Aida looked at the Toyuta Corrula from a distance, that was Collin's car. The modest car looked humble compared to the luxury Porsche, a clear reflection of Collin's practicality.

'I can't believe that he bought me a luxury car when his own car is plain and simple.'

As much as she wanted to berate her brother, she couldn't do it. Collin wouldn't listen to her anyway. If he wanted to pamper his loved ones, he would do so. That was just who he was, selfless to a fault.

'This is too much for a Christmas present.'

"Alright, let's show it to Mom."

"Wait, Collin... Now that I think about it, we can get a different color. I feel like the black car is too edgy for me. I'd prefer red or blue."

Collin smiled. He was relieved that his sister finally accepted his gift. It seemed that she had no problem with the Christmas present he gave her.

"Of course."

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Just like that, 1999 arrived. Fireworks exploded across the midnight sky. People embraced and cheered for a new beginning. They welcomed the new year with a positive outlook on the future. As tough as life could be, they were happy to be alive.

Moonrise Music had a singer who wanted to be a star. Collin was happy that he chose this record label to become Chantal's home. The record label might be small, but all of its resources were focused on his client.

On top of that, Collin had shares in the company, so he wanted it to be successful. If the record label earned money, Collin would also make money. His motivation was both profit and Chantal's stardom.

Vivian also proved that her promises weren't fake. It was true that she had connections to radio stations and music television programs. She said to them that her record label had a promising singer who could catch people's attention.

Furthermore, Niko was the music producer who spent most of his days in the recording studio inhaling the scent of coins... Anyway, this person was talented despite his oddity. The studio often echoed with his eccentric moans as he worked tirelessly on mixes.

After serious planning, the record label decided that Chantal should follow the pop star route for her style. Her target audience would be young people, with catchy pop beats and her charming voice.

Furthermore, the record label felt that her name, Chantal Beaumont, might not be easily accepted by Americans, especially her surname. It might be hard to pronounce.

"From now on, your name will be Princess Chantal," Vivian announced to her and the whole team.

"Princess Chantal?"

"Yes."

"Why the Princess though?" Isabella curiously asked.

"Because she's such a princess, and it perfectly describes her," Vivian answered, and Chantal felt shy about it.

Besides, Chantal's name starts with C and Collin's name also starts with C. The readers of this novel might get confused, so it's better to change her name to Princess Chantal... Ahem.

"I don't have a problem, but I want to keep my curly hair in exchange for that." Chantal was still fighting for her hair. She playfully ran her fingers through her curls, her eyes shining with determination.

"Who said something about your hair?"

"I thought you were going to make my hair straight?"

"Huh? No, we're not going to do that. Besides, I like your curly hair. It makes you look bubbly and sweet," Vivian said her opinion.

"Thank you, Vivian."

"Alright, let's start filming the music video. We must finish within a week since we're just renting the equipment. Chantal, just act natural."

"I will!"

As the filming started, Vivian was impressed with the woman's charisma. Under the bright studio lights, Chantal's confidence glowed. Her smile seemed to reach everyone on set. Now Vivian further realized that Collin had a great eye for signing clients.

'I heard that guy is called the hidden ace. I wonder how true that title is.'

Chantal's first music was a love song, obviously. It was heavily accompanied by piano and acoustic guitar, with rhythmic beats from the drums.

In the music video, Chantal was playing the piano in different locations. Sometimes the background was the beach, sometimes the green pasture, sometimes the bustling city. Each shot captured a different emotion, serenity by the sea, freedom in the open field, and hope amid the city lights.

Her debut single was called Love Everywhere, with lyrics that signified "wherever you are, I will always love you." It was composed and produced by Niko.

Everyone who was part of the creation of this music video was charmed by Chantal's voice. They couldn't forget the rhythm, the lyrics, and her unique tone. Even after the final note faded, her melody lingered in the air.

The song was stuck in their heads.

 

[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 145


Dylan pushed the pushcart to buy groceries. The metallic wheels squeaked softly against the polished floor. It had been years since he graduated from college, and his life was just average at best.

He found a cozy job that earned him $120 thousand every year, but even then, he didn't feel any fulfillment. There was always that dull emptiness that money couldn't fill. He came from a middle-class family, his family wasn't struggling, and he even had properties in his name that he inherited from his grandparents.

Overall, Dylan had a safety net even if he failed in his career.

"Should I choose Captain Crunch or Cheerios?" he muttered under his breath.

While choosing a cereal brand in the grocery store, Dylan recalled the reunion he had with his friends. Two months ago, back in November, Dylan, Bob, and their friends went together to watch The Frightening Movie, and it was hilarious. He could still remember the tears in his eyes from laughing too hard, the popcorn spilling from his lap, and the echoes of their laughter in the theater. They had fun watching the parody movie.

Ever since Director Wyatt Bray filmed his debut film The Accidental Wedding Crashers, Dylan and his friends had become fans of his filmography. His movies had that special charm, absurd yet clever, the kind that reminded Dylan of simpler, more carefree days. Whenever Wyatt Bray released a new movie, their friend group would set up a date to watch it together.

It became one of the few fun things Dylan experienced now that he had become an adult and a member of society, a tiny escape from the monotony of daily life. He realized that being an adult wasn't that simple. It was actually tough.

He missed being a young, dumb guy who watched movies with his friends every weekend. That was an important part of his college days.

While buying groceries, his ears caught a song playing from the store's radio. It was the first time he had heard it.

The piano and acoustic guitar were so melodious, soft yet rhythmic, but the thing that caught his attention the most was the voice. The singer had a soothing tone that made him feel relaxed despite being surrounded by busy shoppers. He felt like he was flying. The song was about love, and its rhythm made his head bob even though it wasn't a lively beat.

He looked around and suddenly felt like the world wasn't that bad. The harsh white lights of the store somehow felt warmer, the people less hurried. Living was amazing. He even noticed other customers listening to the song with smiles on their faces, a shared, quiet joy. The song affected everyone's emotions in a good way.

No matter where you are, I will love you~

Even if you're not around, I will love you~

My love is yours truly~

"Excuse me, do you know the name of this song?"

Once Dylan reached the cash register, he asked the female cashier about the title of the song playing in the background.

"I'm sorry, I also don't know. This is the first time I've heard this song. I have no idea who the singer is."

"Probably a new singer…" Dylan said. He was actually interested in the song. Maybe he could buy the album or something. He found himself tapping his fingers on the counter, still lost in the tune.

"Perhaps, but it's a nice song though."

"Yeah, it's amazing."

Dylan smiled and paid with his card, his thoughts still half-drifting in the melody.

Back in his car, Dylan couldn't help but sing the chorus.

"No matter where you are, I will love you~"

He was offbeat, but it didn't matter since he was alone in his car and no one was listening. Even when he reached his house, the song was still stuck in his head.

"… Damn, I feel like I'll go crazy if I can't hear the song again."

Fortunately, he had a radio he could listen to. He didn't know which station had played the song, so he just searched for one with no static noise, hoping they'd play the song, the song whose title he still didn't know.

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Vivian had worked in a huge record label in the 80s before the company's catalog was bought by Sonya Music, one of the biggest record labels in the world. Sonya was a company from Japan, but its influence was massive, from technology to music and movies, their logo alone symbolized dominance and prestige in the industry.

The record label dissolved after Sonya Music acquired the catalog, and Vivian had to look for another job. She worked at a radio station and later became one of the executives of Music Television, a famous TV network focused on music.

After accumulating years of experience, she decided to build her own record label, Moonrise Music. The name reflected her vision: a rise from the dark, like the moon. She also partnered with Niko, a man in his 40s who had a strange habit of inhaling the scent of coins, a quirk that most found disturbing, but Vivian had learned to laugh off. She'd known Niko a decade earlier, the guy had created some of the best songs of the era.

Despite being a talented music producer, Niko was blacklisted in the industry because of his strangeness. Rumors spread like wildfire, and in the music business, reputation often mattered more than genius.

The two gradually built their studio, but they were looking for investors. Vivian decided to talk to her young friend who was currently the CEO of Apex Network Talent. Vivian first met Lila at a formal event hosted by the billionaire Elijah Edward. She was surprised that the young woman would become one of the leaders of Hollywood.

Anyway, Vivian successfully secured an investment from Lila in exchange for company shares.

Moonrise Music later formed a boy band consisting of young, handsome men, but they broke their contract and signed with Velvet Harmony instead. Velvet offered them more money and a higher profit share, but it led them nowhere. The betrayal left Vivian bitter for months, despite the boy band's failure.

Moonrise Music tried to debut two more artists, but they were also obstructed.

Vivian knew the reason this was happening, it was related to Niko's situation. Niko, being the guy who loved smelling coins, had offended a rich man with wide connections.

But this time was different. Collin had talked to many record labels, and he didn't like any of them, signing to Moonrise Music instead.

When those record labels heard that Chantal had signed a contract with Moonrise Music, they contacted Collin, hoping to convince him to change his decision. They were ready to pay the damages as long as Chantal broke her contract with Moonrise Music, bribes disguised as business proposals.

Unfortunately, Collin didn't agree. Simply because he didn't like any of those record labels. Furthermore, he was a shareholder of Moonrise Music, and he wanted the company to succeed.

Vivian was happy when she found out about Collin's decision. It reignited her passion, someone believed in her vision. Since then, she promised that Chantal, no, Princess Chantal, would become a star.

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[Author's Note: You can read more on my Patreon, the 50% discount is still ongoing.]

 

[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 146


This time, since the record labels could not make Collin budge with his decision, Princess Chantal's debut was smooth sailing.

Moonrise Music's opponents were the record labels, not the radio stations. Besides, Vivian had wide connections to radio stations, so she easily convinced them to let Princess Chantal's song be played on their stations. Her confident tone and persuasiveness over the phone made even the most stubborn DJs agree. She convinced two major radio stations and three local radio stations. As for Music Television, it was much easier, they agreed without hesitation, perhaps drawn by the name "Princess Chantal" itself.

However, these radio stations and Music Television only agreed to play the song once. If the song didn't attract attention and listeners didn't request replays, Moonrise Music had to pay these platforms to promote the single. The risk was high, but Vivian believed in Chantal's voice enough to take it. By the way, it was illegal to pay DJs to play a song, but it was a common thing in the 90s. Bribes always found their way...

Much to Vivian and the employees of Moonrise Music's delight, they didn't have to spend much on paying the DJs because they loved the single that Moonrise Music sent them. Some DJs even confessed over the phone that the melody had been stuck in their heads all day. Not only the DJs, even the listeners fell in love with Love Everywhere.

Since then, whenever listeners called the radio stations, they would ask the DJs to play Love Everywhere.

So far, only five radio stations had a disk or copy of the song, which was a disaster for other stations. They were in trouble because they couldn't provide the song their listeners were requesting.

Within the first and second week of January, listeners kept calling radio stations to play Love Everywhere, but the DJs could only say sorry, they didn't have a copy of the song. The Internet wasn't even a major thing in 1999, and it was almost impossible to pirate songs around this time. If someone wanted to hear a song, they had to wait for it to play again or buy it themselves.

Within those two weeks, the radio stations themselves contacted Moonrise Music. Of course, the record label happily obliged and sent them copies of the song for free. Boxes of cassettes, CDs, and vinyls were shipped overnight, the label's small office buzzing with excitement. Record labels usually sent vinyl copies of songs to radio stations for free because it was a win-win situation. As long as the song was played on the radio, it was automatically a promotion or advertisement.

Since then, almost every radio station in the country played Princess Chantal's debut single, Love Everywhere. The melody echoed in taxis, convenience stores, and cafes.

Furthermore, her music video, which Music Television replayed countless times, was loved by fans. Her radiant smile and graceful piano playing under different backgrounds, from the sea to scenic rooftops, made fans fall deeper in love. Her charisma as she played the piano in various locations charmed everyone.

Around the same time, Moonrise Music distributed CD, cassette, and vinyl copies of Princess Chantal's debut single to record stores, music sections of department stores, and even movie stores such as Blockbuster. Store shelves gleamed with her cover photo, Chantal in a flowing white dress, sitting before a grand piano bathed in soft light.

In the month of January, many people contracted a "disease" called Last Song Syndrome. It wasn't technically a disease, it was a term used when someone kept singing the last song they had heard. But this time was a bit different, almost everyone had Last Song Syndrome from a certain song. From young girls humming in hallways to old men whistling the tune while fixing their cars, the whole country seemed to sing one rhythm.

Princess Chantal didn't expect that she would become famous so quickly. Sometimes, she would stare at her reflection in the mirror, still unable to believe that the face she saw was the new darling of pop music. Just last month, she was a simple person. But when her debut single was released, her life turned around for the better.

But she also had to work hard. Moonrise Music managed her career, as Collin and Vivian had agreed. Collin and his team were only responsible for negotiating contracts, but Moonrise Music handled almost everything else.

Suddenly, Princess Chantal found herself performing on a famous talk show. The studio lights were blinding, and the audience's murmurs crashed against her nerves. It was fortunate that she knew how to play her song on the piano, so she didn't mess up.

Furthermore, Moonrise Music received calls from small venues that wanted Chantal to perform. From cozy lounges to small bars, her name was suddenly on everyone's booking list. Princess Chantal became so busy in January that she was almost overwhelmed.

Fortunately, Isabella was there to take care of her. Isabella prepared food and drinks and made sure she was present as always. That eased Princess Chantal a lot.

It was an overwhelming experience, but Princess Chantal didn't find it bad. In fact, she was so happy. She owed a lot to Collin, Isabella, Vivian, and even Niko. She was thankful for everything they did for her.

When February arrived, Moonrise Music tallied the sales of the single.

The single, Love Everywhere, sold 300,000 copies, with a huge portion from cassette tapes, followed by CDs and vinyls. The retail price of the single averaged four dollars. Posters of her album were seen everywhere, music shops, billboards, and even small record stands in the streets.

The retail sales totaled $1.7 million, and Moonrise Music earned $1.3 million from that.

Since Princess Chantal had already received a $1 million advance payment, she didn't get a share of that $1.3 million. She signed a 20% royalty contract, so she was supposed to earn $260,000.

Instead, her "loan" balance went down to $740,000. Once she paid all her balance, she could then earn her royalties.

By the way, Princess Chantal immediately paid her debt to Collin the moment she received the $1 million from the record label. Collin didn't expect her to be that prompt, but he accepted the money anyway.

Her success didn't stop there. Princess Chantal's debut single, Love Everywhere, reached the top 3 on the Billboard Hot 100 in January. That news shocked both her and the record label. When Vivian read the numbers out loud in the office, the room erupted into cheers and applause. They hadn't expected their standing on the Billboard chart to be that high.

On top of that, Love Everywhere also gained recognition in other countries. Her song even reached number one in France.

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"Collin, are you sure you want to take all of your money? Think about it, how about you invest in other stocks instead?" Stan's brows furrowed, his tone carrying both concern and frustration.

Stan Gavin was disappointed when he heard that Collin didn't want to reinvest his money. For Gavin to earn commission, he had to convince his clients to invest their money in stocks. That was where his income came from. He tapped his pen against the desk, clearly agitated.

This year, Collin didn't plan to invest in any stocks. In fact, it was the opposite, he wanted to pull his investment.

"I heard that the internet bubble might burst, and I don't want my money to disappear. I don't want to be greedy. I think it's the best time to take all of my earnings and invest them differently instead. I'm thinking of buying a house in Beverly Hills," Collin replied. His tone was calm but firm.

He had been earning quite a huge amount of money, and he felt like it was time to buy something for himself. This time, he wanted to buy a house with a nice pool, a place where he could relax whenever he wanted to. A place where his mother and sister could swim if they felt bored.

The apartment complex his family lived in had a rooftop pool, but other people could also use it. This time, Collin wanted a pool just for his family.

 

[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 147


"The dot-com list is indeed like a bubble that can burst, but it doesn't mean it will pop in 1999. Collin, how about investing more instead? I can assure you, you will earn more money." Stan's voice was calm but carried a hint of desperation.

Stan Gavin wouldn't earn anything from a client cashing out. He earned his commission only if his clients bought stocks. Collin was one of Stan's biggest clients, bringing him a generous profit every year.

However, if Collin completely cashed out his investments, this might be the last time Stan would ever see him again. The thought made Stan's chest tighten. Losing a high-value client like Collin meant losing a steady stream of income.

"I know how to analyze the stock market. The bubble burst won't happen in 1999. The internet industry is a promising market, you don't have to worry," Stan tried to convince him. He forced a confident smile, though his eyes briefly glanced toward the computer screen flashing volatile stock charts.

"But what if the bubble bursts and I lose all of my money? Stan, I'm going to cash out my investment before that happens and buy a property instead. At least a property won't disappear even if the market crashes."

Collin could see through Stan. He knew the man relied on commissions, he could practically feel his anxiety.

"Don't worry, I'll consult you if I'm interested in buying stocks again," he said to comfort him. A small, polite smile appeared on his lips, one that offered reassurance but no real promise.

Left with no choice, Stan Gavin showed him the growth of his investments. He sighed quietly, then pulled a printed report from a folder.

Collin was surprised, his stocks were worth $69 million! His eyes widened slightly as he flipped through the pages, his pulse quickening.

Macrosoft: $7.2M × 134.6% ≈ $9.691M gain

Cisko: $6.3M × 20.1% ≈ $1.266M gain

Intelligence: $5.1M × 38.2% ≈ $1.948M gain

Database Giant: $5.1M × 650% ≈ $33.15M gain

He checked each stock carefully and found that the biggest factor was Database Giant! A 650% increase in stock price had turned his $5 million into $33 million. His heart skipped a beat. He leaned back in his chair, stunned by the sheer growth of his investment.

His hands slightly trembled as he read the documents, the crisp paper crinkling between his fingers. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips, a mix of disbelief and satisfaction.

Last year, back in January 1998, his stocks were worth $23 million. Yet now, a year later, his investment had grown to $69 million. The realization sank in, and a quiet sense of accomplishment filled his chest.

Now that he had confirmed how much money he had, Collin became more determined to cash out. He didn't want his fortune to be wiped out by the upcoming bubble burst. He didn't know every detail about the stock market, but he was knowledgeable enough to understand that his stocks would be badly affected once the bubble popped.

In his opinion, it was better to buy a house than to keep his money in volatile stocks. Real estate, at least, was something he could see and touch, solid and dependable, not a line on a screen that could vanish overnight.

'If I remember it right, I only invested $8 million in these stocks initially. I can't believe they increased to $69 million.' His mind replayed the moment he first made that investment, full of uncertainty. Now, seeing the results, he couldn't help but feel proud of his younger self.

As for the taxes... Collin had no choice but to play along. He just told himself that he was helping his country. He brainwashed himself into believing that his taxes would fund public infrastructure instead of going into politicians' pockets. Anyway, the accountant on his team would handle everything, he'd just pay her. He chuckled softly to himself, at least he could pretend his taxes built something useful.

Once the money was transferred to his bank account, Collin bid farewell to the investment firm. He extended a hand toward Stan, whose forced smile barely hid his disappointment. As for seeing Stan Gavin again, only fate could decide that.

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"Ouch, why did you pinch me?" Collin flinched, rubbing his shoulder with a frown.

"I'm trying to absorb some of your luck."

"By pinching me?"

"By pinching you."

Arnold nodded while Collin rubbed the sore spot on his shoulder. Arnold grinned mischievously.

"I'm going to talk to HR and tell them that you harassed me."

"Harassed you? I just want to absorb your luck."

"That's it, you'll have to explain yourself to HR." Collin stood up to leave his new office. He grabbed a few documents and straightened his tie, pretending to look serious. Yes, the new office, Collin's office, was now on the 7th floor, and it was much larger. Furthermore, his secretary had a smaller office next to his, a sign of his promotion and growing influence in the agency.

His status in the agency had improved, which was exactly why Arnold decided to pinch him, hoping to "absorb" some of his luck.

"Hey, why are you taking my joke seriously? Come on, sit down. I came here because I got some news that might interest you."

Collin narrowed his eyes and returned to his seat. He leaned back slightly, curiosity flickering in his gaze.

"Don't pinch me again. I prefer it if a woman pinches me instead of a guy like you. Besides, what luck are you talking about? I'm not a lucky charm."

"Considering that you're moving up fast, I think you're lucky. Give me some of your luck."

"You sound gay right now."

"No homo."

"Nah, that statement won't save you. You're gay. You just wanted to pinch me because you're gay."

"If I'm gay, I wouldn't have fucked Jolyne."

"Damn, you did what?" Collin didn't expect Arnold to brag about that. His eyes widened in disbelief.

"All four holes."

"Four holes? What's the fourth one?"

"Titjob."

"I learned something today. So the space between the breasts is considered a hole?"

"You can fuck it, so yeah, it's a hole." Arnold shrugged, saying it with a straight face, completely unashamed, while Collin facepalmed with a groan.

"I can't believe you're telling me this."

"Also, Jolyne is pregnant. I'm going to be a dad."

"... Excuse me, what?" Collin froze mid-motion, his expression shifting from disbelief to genuine surprise.

He blinked a few times, processing Arnold's words.

"I'm going to be a dad. Jolyne and I are thinking of getting married. Of course, I signed a prenuptial agreement since I'm the poorer one in the relationship. I want my kid to grow up with a complete family." Arnold's voice softened at the end, his eyes filled with sincerity.

"Damn. You're serious?"

"Yes, I am." Arnold genuinely smiled. It wasn't his usual cheeky grin, this one was real, proud, and hopeful.

Collin stood up and hugged Arnold, congratulating him. He patted his back firmly, a smile spreading across his face.

"Hahaha, that's great, Arnold. I'm happy for you."

"Thank you. So how about you give me some of your luck?"

Collin stopped hugging him when he heard that.

"Fucking gay."

"Just like I said, I wouldn't pipe the greatest actress in Hollywood if I were gay."

"Alright, alright. Whatever you say. Also, I don't have any luck," Collin said, sitting back down. He couldn't explain that his success was because of his golden vision.

"Bullshit. Your newest client reached the top 1 on Billboard 100 this February, and now you're telling me you're not lucky?"

Princess Chantal's debut single was a huge hit, it became number one for six consecutive weeks before going down to number two. The record label had been buzzing with excitement ever since.

Moonrise Music was overjoyed with that achievement, considering that Princess Chantal was their first artist. Her success elevated not only the record label but Collin's reputation as well. His name now shine brighter than ever in the entertainment industry.

 

[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 148


So far, Love Everywhere had been topping the charts in many countries. The song echoed across radios, its melody lingering in the minds of listeners. Princess Chantal's charming voice, paired with Niko's composition, made the song a huge success.

Two talented people had worked together to create Love Everywhere, and Collin wasn't surprised that it became a hit. He felt a deep sense of satisfaction, knowing that his gamble on Chantal had paid off.

At the moment, Princess Chantal was incredibly busy attending shows and singing at various venues. Her schedule was packed, hopping from one city to another. Moonrise Music was also hard at work promoting her upcoming album, which would feature six songs including Love Everywhere. All of the tracks were written and composed by Niko, most of them in the pop genre.

The record label invested heavily in her album, producing music videos for every song. Each shoot was extravagant and expensive. They were going all out to ensure Princess Chantal's debut album made a strong impact.

Furthermore, Moonrise Music was planning to rent a concert venue next month, April, for her first solo concert. It was expected to be a spectacle. If the concert proved successful, the label would officially launch a national tour. That meant Princess Chantal's schedule would soon be even busier than an actor's.

Moonrise Music wanted to take advantage of her explosive debut to etch her name into the public's mind. They were ready to spend money to make her a star. To them, she wasn't just a singer, she was a brand, the next global pop phenomenon.

Collin could already see his earnings piling up. A small grin tugged at his lips, his mind calculating the numbers, deals, and future projects. By the way, only a few people knew that Collin was a shareholder of Moonrise Music. Not even Arnold knew about this fact.

'Now that I think about it, why don't I look for more talented singers and sign them to Moonrise Music? That way, our label will have a great lineup of musicians.' Collin slightly grinned at the thought, though he knew how rare truly gifted singers were.

"Hey, why are you grinning like that? You look like a creep!"

"I'm sorry, I was just thinking about how stupid you are for believing you'll get lucky by pinching me."

"I have nothing to lose. I just pinched you."

"You bastard, it was painful."

"Alright, let's stop this useless banter. Congratulations on having a new star to milk."

"Arnold, the way you said that is disgusting... but I won't deny it. I'm happy that I have another client who brings in money." Collin laughed, rubbing the back of his neck with a smirk.

"We're both agents. I know exactly what's going through your mind." Arnold shrugged. He was also interested in finding a singer, but he knew how difficult it was to discover someone truly talented. Besides, he wasn't an expert, the agents in the music department handled that business.

"The music department isn't pestering you?" Arnold suddenly asked.

"Fuck them." Collin's expression darkened instantly.

"Seems like they are pestering you."

Collin was an agent in the film department, so his usual clients were actors and directors. Of course, he wasn't prohibited from signing singers if he wanted to. It was just tougher since his expertise wasn't in music. That was why he was grateful for Moonrise Music, a label that was hands-on with its artist.

As for the music department, the moment Princess Chantal became famous, agents from that division started giving Collin bitter looks and fake smiles.

An executive even approached him, suggesting that Princess Chantal's contract should be transferred to the music department since "they knew the industry better."

Collin was deeply offended and kicked the executive out of his office. He wasn't one to tolerate greed, especially from people trying to steal the fruits of his hard work. He had spent months building Chantal's career, and now that she was successful, these vultures wanted to claim the credit.

Even the President of Talent Management and Representation, the most influential agent in ANT, that old bastard, had started eyeing Collin's clients.

Of course, Collin refused. Since then, the music department had resented him.

ANT had three main departments focusing on different industries: film, music, and sports. These three fields all required agents, so ANT naturally covered them. But since the headquarters were in Los Angeles, their biggest market was the film industry. The film department always got the most attention, followed by music, then sports.

"Let's not talk about those bastards in the music department. I'm getting pissed just hearing their names. So, what's the reason you're here? What do you want to tell me?" He exhaled and leaned back in his chair, forcing himself to relax.

"For clarification, my office is on the 8th floor, so I have a higher status than you."

"I know. Just tell me what you've got." Collin sighed, already used to Arnold's antics.

"You know Ray Reno, right?" Arnold asked.

"Of course. He's the host of The Tonight Show with Ray Reno. Why?"

"His show is looking for a host for three weeks. Two years ago, you asked me if I knew of a hosting gig for your actress. Well, now I do."

"Really!? The Tonight Show!?" Collin's voice rose with excitement. His usual calm demeanor cracked.

"Here's what I found, Ray Reno is recuperating from surgery and needs at least three weeks before he can return to work. The director of The Tonight Show is a client of ANT, and he's looking for someone to fill in for 15 episodes, five episodes per week."

"Arnold, this is huge. Thank you, this means a lot to me." Collin's tone carried genuine gratitude.

"I know, that's why I came straight to you when I heard. It's up to you to convince the director and producer."

"If Jolyne or Brody ever needs to work with Wyatt, just call me. Consider it done." Collin smiled, meaning every word. He was a man who never forgot favors, especially ones that could turn into golden opportunities.

"Nah, it's fine. My two actors are doing well. Jolyne will rest for a year because of her pregnancy, while Brody's career is steady."

"What about your horror director? I heard he's pitching a TV show to CBA Network. I can get Lawrence or Axel to do a cameo in one of the episodes."

"Now that's something I won't pass up. I'll call my director, maybe that'll help convince CBA Network. Thanks, Collin." Arnold's tone turned hopeful, his director had been struggling lately.

"I should be the one thanking you." Collin smiled, already planning his next move.

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[Author's Note: Thank you guys for all of your support.]