Justin, having achieved success at a young age, embarked on a smooth-sailing journey since the end of 2007 when he began uploading videos on YouTube. Just ten months later, he secured a contract with a talent agent, and within another year, he released his debut album. A mere four months after that, his second album hit the shelves, swiftly claiming the top spot on the Billboard album chart. At that time, he had just celebrated his sixteenth birthday.
Within the span of a mere two years, he accomplished what countless individuals tirelessly pursue throughout their lifetimes: becoming the center of attention, adored by masses. Wherever he went, he was enveloped in a sea of flowers and applause. Had he ever experienced such treatment before?
The fans' cheers seemed to amplify the reporters' indifference, intensifying the overwhelming sense of shame welling up from deep within. It infuriated him.
Steadying himself, Justin scrutinized the actor surrounded by journalists. Who was that? A face entirely unfamiliar, one he had never seen before. He scoured his memories, but found nothing, not even the slightest trace.
This was the star-studded Golden Globe Awards, but also an inclusive event. Any supporting actor from a TV drama could show up here, any behind-the-scenes crew member as well. Justin was certain that the person before him was a nameless extra.
Not Brad Pitt, not Robert Downey Jr., not Natalie Portman. Astonishingly, it was an unknown extra.
With scarcely a thought, Justin strode forward without hesitation. This was his spotlight, his moment to shine, accompanied by applause and cheers meant for him.
Justin took quick steps forward and then, just three paces away from Renly, he abruptly halted as if applying an emergency brake. He stood with hands behind his back, chin held high and chest puffed out, smiling at the journalists before him.
The cheers and screams from behind had spiraled into chaos. The cries were becoming hoarse, some girls were already losing their voices, yet they refused to give up. They vigorously waved their arms, hoping to capture their idol's attention. The scene resembled not an awards ceremony, but a fervent idol singer's concert.
Without any effort, all eyes in the venue turned toward Justin, and the journalists who had been competing to interview Renly were taken aback by this unexpected turn of events. For a moment, they were bewildered.
Normally, on the red carpet, amidst a constellation of stars, a dozen or so actors might be scattered across different corners. Reporters would cluster in groups, interviewing separately. Familiar friends would approach, greetings would interrupt interviews, and subsequently, other reporters would take their turn.
But were Renly and Justin friends? Furthermore, seeing Justin standing there, smiling, receiving cheers, he didn't seem like Renly's friend.
An odd silence settled over the scene, a silence of sorts, where no journalist dared to speak. The roaring waves of cheers behind them were undiminished, instead growing stronger as Justin drew near.
Renly wasn't well-versed in red carpet experiences, and he wasn't sure if this was normal. However, as he looked at the smug Justin by his side, he couldn't help but find it amusing. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and with a playful tone, he asked, "May I ask if there's anything I can help you with?"
Justin shrugged his shoulders, adopting an air of a little adult. His form-fitting suit swayed on his slender shoulders as he said, "No, I'm just curious about what's happening here. You know, it's quite lively." He even glanced around, noticing that about two-thirds of the reporters' attention had shifted towards him. Satisfied, he lifted his chin.
Justin, having achieved success at a young age, embarked on a smooth-sailing journey since the end of 2007 when he began uploading videos on YouTube. Just ten months later, he secured a contract with a talent agent, and within another year, he released his debut album. A mere four months after that, his second album hit the shelves, swiftly claiming the top spot on the Billboard album chart. At that time, he had just celebrated his sixteenth birthday.
Within the span of a mere two years, he accomplished what countless individuals tirelessly pursue throughout their lifetimes: becoming the center of attention, adored by masses. Wherever he went, he was enveloped in a sea of flowers and applause. Had he ever experienced such treatment before?
The fans' cheers seemed to amplify the reporters' indifference, intensifying the overwhelming sense of shame welling up from deep within. It infuriated him.
Steadying himself, Justin scrutinized the actor surrounded by journalists. Who was that? A face entirely unfamiliar, one he had never seen before. He scoured his memories, but found nothing, not even the slightest trace.
This was the star-studded Golden Globe Awards, but also an inclusive event. Any supporting actor from a TV drama could show up here, any behind-the-scenes crew member as well. Justin was certain that the person before him was a nameless extra.
Not Brad Pitt, not Robert Downey Jr., not Natalie Portman. Astonishingly, it was an unknown extra.
With scarcely a thought, Justin strode forward without hesitation. This was his spotlight, his moment to shine, accompanied by applause and cheers meant for him.
Justin took quick steps forward and then, just three paces away from Renly, he abruptly halted as if applying an emergency brake. He stood with hands behind his back, chin held high and chest puffed out, smiling at the journalists before him.
The cheers and screams from behind had spiraled into chaos. The cries were becoming hoarse, some girls were already losing their voices, yet they refused to give up. They vigorously waved their arms, hoping to capture their idol's attention. The scene resembled not an awards ceremony, but a fervent idol singer's concert.
Without any effort, all eyes in the venue turned toward Justin, and the journalists who had been competing to interview Renly were taken aback by this unexpected turn of events. For a moment, they were bewildered.
Normally, on the red carpet, amidst a constellation of stars, a dozen or so actors might be scattered across different corners. Reporters would cluster in groups, interviewing separately. Familiar friends would approach, greetings would interrupt interviews, and subsequently, other reporters would take their turn.
But were Renly and Justin friends? Furthermore, seeing Justin standing there, smiling, receiving cheers, he didn't seem like Renly's friend.
An odd silence settled over the scene, a silence of sorts, where no journalist dared to speak. The roaring waves of cheers behind them were undiminished, instead growing stronger as Justin drew near.
Renly wasn't well-versed in red carpet experiences, and he wasn't sure if this was normal. However, as he looked at the smug Justin by his side, he couldn't help but find it amusing. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and with a playful tone, he asked, "May I ask if there's anything I can help you with?"
Justin shrugged his shoulders, adopting an air of a little adult. His form-fitting suit swayed on his slender shoulders as he said, "No, I'm just curious about what's happening here. You know, it's quite lively." He even glanced around, noticing that about two-thirds of the reporters' attention had shifted towards him. Satisfied, he lifted his chin.
Merely three minutes ago, Renly had exhibited adeptness in his responses, poised and graceful, displaying a balanced approach. This left a lasting impression on everyone. However, three minutes later, the stark contrast between Renly's composed and poised demeanor and Justin's youthful brashness and blatant exuberance became apparent.
This was truly an incredibly amusing spectacle. People were almost forgetting that Justin was only sixteen this year, and Renly was a mere twenty-one. The five-year age gap seemed negligible, yet within that short confrontation, the disparity in presence was striking. It was as if... as if between an adult and a child. The child was rolling around on the floor, eager for a lollipop, while the adult could only console them. The question was: had the lollipop been bought, or not?
Renly had finally managed to disentangle himself from the journalists' swarm, only to be confronted by television cameras coming towards him. Wave after wave, without end.
He smoothly made way for a passage to the side, then pointed behind him, raising his voice, "Hey, look, it's Justin Bieber."
Before the words had even finished, he hastened his pace toward the front. The emcee stood still, momentarily puzzled. This was the first time she had encountered someone who actively avoided the cameras. But she had no time to dwell on it, as the fans' ear-piercing screams once again resounded. Observing the affectedly dignified yet youthfully proud Justin, the emcee waved to the cameras and immediately headed towards Justin's location.
From a viewership standpoint, choosing Justin was a guaranteed success.
A broad smile spread across Justin's lips, this was his moment, his stage, his spotlight. Those preceding events were mere accidental interludes. How could an inconspicuous nobody like that grab everyone's attention? Finally, things were back on track, and he stood confidently, his chest puffed out, basking in the flashing lights. "Attending the Golden Globe Awards for the first time, I feel honored..."
Unhindered by journalists, Renly smoothly reached the end of the red carpet. Guided by the emcee, he stepped onto the backdrop with the Golden Globe logo, ready to be photographed. Compared to the excitement of the interviewers, the photographers seemed rather uninterested in Renly. After all, their main focus for the night was capturing the female actors who shone the brightest on the red carpet.
Furthermore, on the red carpet, actors could freely accept interviews. However, in the photography area, actors had to queue up and wait. The stream of guests at the event was unending. Even producers, photographers, and the like had to submit to being photographed. Thus, distributed among everyone, the allotted time for each person's photographs was merely two to three minutes. Even Tom Hanks was not exempt.
The entire process proceeded swiftly. Once inside the Hilton Hotel, Renly relaxed a bit. His gaze wandered across the hall, filled with the gathered guests. His main goal for the evening was not just waiting for the announcements of the Best Actor in a Drama and Best Actor in a Miniseries awards, but to meet Annette Bening and express his admiration for the actress.
And there was David Fincher, and Aaron Sorkin.
For a devoted film enthusiast, the Golden Globe Awards were Renly's equivalent of the San Diego Comic-Con International.