Music Studio, Backstage.
The lounge bustles with activity. Newly debuted pop singers share the lounge with seniors from their company, S Entertainment.
Most singers from S Entertainment have a knack for shows. In another sense, the air is filled with noises for the time being.
At the moment, the lounge where only the members of Pretty Generation are present seems almost ready to have its roof lifted off.
Soon, the seniors from SE return. In the corridor outside the door, the noisy cheers almost break through the sky. Charlotte pops a soft candy into her mouth, gently chews, and savors the sweetness, feeling quite comfortable as she narrows her eyes. Delicious!
After hearing the noise, she walks to the doorway and pulls Penny, who is about to say something, back to her side. With Charlotte's appearance, the scene quiets down quite a bit. Since this little team leader started changing last year, her presence has been on the rise.
"It's Charlotte!" Daniel Brown says with a smile, walking over casually. Their relationship is comparable to that of siblings. However, Charlotte takes a step back, avoiding Daniel's hand.
Then, under the slightly stunned gaze of everyone, Charlotte's face fills with a sweet smile, and she takes the lead in bowing and saying, "Pretty Generation Members, let's congratulate the senior group for winning first place." Other members exchange glances and follow her actions.
Soon, the two groups return to the lounge.
"Hey, Charlotte, why are you suddenly acting so distant?" Daniel asks with a grievance.
"We still need to be careful outside," Charlotte says with a smile, without explaining further. Of course, even if she did explain, no one would believe it.
"In any case, be careful not to be too intimate with the male colleagues outside," Charlotte advises. "If your fans become jealous, the consequences could be serious."
After speaking, she continues to nestle in the corner of the sofa, a beautiful arc rising slightly at the corner of her mouth. Another one avoided. There's still half a year to go. As long as she gets through those dark times, she can then let go and pursue what she wants. Thinking of this, Charlotte looks at Jessica, who is scolding someone over the phone, with a hint of a smile in her eyes.
She really has to thank Jessica. She was right. What does it matter if it's a romance?
Beside her, Jessica is almost going crazy. "So many calls, how worried is Mr. Vanderbilt about me?" After coming off the stage, Jessica looks at the more than seventy missed calls on her phone and is shocked. One might think that the United Nations had exploded without understanding the context.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, at the Central Exhibition Hall, Jessica arrives late.
"If you're not here in fifteen more minutes, I was considering suing you for breach of contract," Sebastian says, letting go of his watch and sighing in relief. This show is very important to him, and there couldn't be the slightest error.
"I already said that I had a Music Theater show and will come for this event at our agreed time," Jessica says.
"Did you say that?" Sebastian looks at Patrick Anchor beside him, his eyes suspicious. This guy's statement doesn't seem to be like that, right?
"Yes, yes, I remember now, there was indeed that matter," Patrick says with a dry laugh, scratching his head. "But I seem to have forgotten..."
"..." Sebastian's eyes are strange. He feels that Patrick is a bit suspicious.
"Poor acting!" Jessica disdainfully purses her lips, then heads towards the dressing room. After the Pikachu incident, she doesn't have a good impression of Sebastian. At this moment, the reactions of the two people seem to her like a deliberate attempt to attract her attention. No wonder they were willing to spend ten million to sign me—it was for the body and flesh, wasn't it? "What a pity, you are destined to be disappointed!" Jessica sneers. She is not the type to be with a pervert just for money.
That's right. Sebastian, who secretly took someone else's clothes to do bad things, has already been upgraded from a pervert to a dead pervert in her eyes. At least from her perspective, it is like that.
There is still half an hour before the setting is ready, and Jessica comes out of her clothes change. She wears a black turtleneck sweater set. Her soft, long hair falls down, and without the curls, her temperament becomes even more noble and coldly beautiful.
Jessica rehearses according to the process designed by the stage teacher. But soon...
"No, that's not it!" Sebastian frowns and makes a suggestion. "This is not the feeling I want." The state of being still is different from the state of moving. He realizes the problem. Although Jessica's still posture still exudes that of a queen, looking down on everything, when walking on the runway, she inevitably adds a bit of softness, which ruins the atmosphere that Sebastian wants.
"Walk it again," Sebastian says seriously.
"The teacher said it was already passed..." Jessica tries to speak.
"Just do as you're told, why so many unnecessary words!" Sebastian says in a deep voice, his tone a bit harsh. The stage teacher cleverly retreats to the side.
Jessica's eyes turn slightly red, but she quickly holds it back and goes backstage to walk again. Beside her, Patrick wants to say something but is deterred by Sebastian's oppressive gaze. Sebastian, after all, is a leader who has managed hundreds of people. The aura of a person in a high position is not something a high school student can withstand.
"Your steps are too soft and gentle, do you have a more handsome way of firm walking steps?" Sebastian suggests after examining her.
"No, I don't think so..." Jessica glances to the side, thinking that Sebastian is deliberately making things difficult for her. That's right. The model steps that people ask for girls are the more charming, the better. Who would ask a female model to walk with a handsome gait? This is simply being difficult on purpose.
"Well, follow my lead and learn," Sebastian says, turning and demonstrating on the stage. He remembers the way he walks on "The Magic Boys" stage. The designed steps with visual aesthetics are not only charming but also refreshing, which has a momentum that can strike people's hearts.
Jessica gets up and starts to learn. But it seems a bit awkward during the learning process.
"Hey, what kind of steps are you taking?"
"Do you have no feet? Are there lead balls tied to your legs, can't you lift them?"
"Are you even a woman?"
On stage, the whole place is silent, with only Sebastian's harsh voice continuously ringing out. The backstage models can't help but shrink their necks. After half a day of contact, they originally thought Sebastian was quite good, with a soft personality, but they didn't expect him to be like a different person when it came to serious matters.
Jessica's eyes are slightly red, tears circling around her eyes, but no matter what, they don't fall. She is also holding a breath inside. Soon, she walks better and better.
In thirteen minutes, Jessica finally walks with a feeling that satisfies Sebastian.
"Like this, remember this feeling," Sebastian nods with satisfaction and then says, "There's still half an hour left, remember to practice the action of tearing the stockings backstage."
Jessica's face is cold, and as she passes by Sebastian, she whispers sarcastically, "A man without a gentleman's demeanor!"
Does he think he's a primary school student? Trying to pursue oneself by attracting attention... It's nothing but a dream! Jessica makes up her mind.
Sebastian's eyes are a bit strange. Gentleman's demeanor... Is there something wrong with this person's brain? If it were those old gentlemen who encountered a good-looking singer, they would have already found a way to keep them in a cage as a canary, not giving them a chance to resist.