Louis Snyder turned off his cell phone, closed his eyes wearily, and said, "Who I like has nothing to do with them. I never said I wanted to be with my fans forever—it's all their own imagination."
Brother Davis was busy discussing a partnership with someone on the other end of the line. He only half listened to Louis's words and responded casually, "Nowadays, it's all about the fan economy. The company is responsible for creating personas, and fans eat that up. It's good for them to indulge in their fantasies... Producer Cooper, about that script you mentioned last time, our Louis is still part of the team. Could you look at the timing..."
As he spoke, Brother Davis had already walked away.
The sea breeze blew in gusts, waves churned forcefully.
The sand underfoot held the sun's warmth so that even through shoes, the heat could be felt rising through the soles.
