Freddie's commercial performance was a concert together with the company's other singers, and many attended. All the fans of the current top four trending singers gathered here, and the tickets were basically snapped up once released for sale online.
Freddie smiled helplessly after sending away the two clamorous little fans. The agent at the side urged him to hurry up for the makeup, "Gosh, hurry up and sit down to get your hair done. Your show is up next and you still have time to entertain those two little fans."
"That's not just my fan, but my niece too. Isn't she cute?"
The agent pressed Freddie into a chair while the makeup artist was busy doing it.
"By the way, the investors are here at the scene today, so don't make any mistakes. There will be a celebration dinner after the show, and you must attend it. You are not allowed to leave this time no matter what reasons."
Freddie was uninterested, "I don't want to go."
"You have to go even if you don't want."
The agent looked severe, "Which of them in the same company isn't doing much more endorsement than you? Otherwise, how do you think they get it besides entertaining and drinking with those advertisers. Why don't you go? Have a drink, delighting them and you can get millions of endorsement deals easily."
The words were bending Freddie's ears, "Atwood, can you stop receiving this kind of commercial performances and endorsements next time, I just want to concentrate on releasing my album."
"Gosh, hadn't you taken in my words? The music industry is declining now as no one buys it anymore. Due to video piracy running rampant nowadays, even if we put the songs on the internet for sale, it can hardly earn any money. It's not bad if we can make up for the pre-production deficit. I do not oppose for you having artistic pursuits and I have been finding ways to earn money for you. Can you make allowances for me?"
"Alright, fine. I'll stop talking."
Freddie lifted his hands in surrender.
It was unrealistic for one to remain untainted when involving in the entertainment industry. Freddie was using the money that he earned from the endorsements and commercial performances to write his songs. And this was the last thing he could do.
He was already exhausted since he entered this industry in less than a year. He needed to move on constantly so that he wouldn't fall down.
The audience would only see his glorious moment on stage or the embarrassed look when he was knocked off his pedestal. Nobody cared about his feelings and desires.
The best boy came over to inform the time and location of the celebration dinner when the show ended. The agent was staring at Freddie all the way to the hotel banquet Hall, not letting him run away.
"I won't leave for sure. Atwood, can you stop staring at me? It's creepy."
"Not until you meet with the boss of Warner Corporation. After that, you can do whatever you want."
"Damn, is it that chunky guy, Aldrich Jones, who likes to harass others sexually? Meeting him would be shortening my life."
"Just a smile won't kill you."
The two were at a standstill when someone in the distance walked over, wearing a brown suit with a dark blue bow tie. He looked extraordinary, holding a glass of champagne.
"It's rare. I heard that Freddie never participate in the celebration dinner."
Freddie was stunned suddenly, hearing these words. He was pale instantly, with his back facing Cleveland Sanchez.
"Oh, Mr. Sanchez?" The agent smiled, "This is a misunderstanding. Freddie wasn't attending previously just because he fell ill every time and he need to go back to the hotel. But he's fine today and so he came."
"Oh?"
Cleveland spoke with a meaningful tone.
"You guys have a chat. I'll go over there to say hello first."
The agent was sensible to leave. Before he left, he even patted Freddie's shoulder, signalling him to grasp the opportunity. Seemed that the agent hadn't found out any bad intentions of Cleveland until then.
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