hollywood billionaire

Chapter 435 A ray of light shining into life
"Thank you for visiting me on such a beautiful day. It's a beautiful day with a little bit of sunshine shining on us now... it's cozy and wonderful."

"Thank you so much for coming out so early to the first show of the day and to hear me perform! You have no idea how grateful I am... How many people are we here now? 8000? 10000? Make some noise so I can guess... Wow, that's amazing! OK, OK, I heard you!"

"Let me introduce myself again. My name is Billie Eilish and I'm 15 years old. This is my first year as a full-time musician and I hope I can still be in this industry and on your playlists for decades to come."

"This last song...yeah, I know, it's the last song, and I'm sad too. Hahahaha - but this last song is called 'I don't wanna be you any more', and it's going to be released as my next single in December. Today is the first time I'm going to perform it publicly."

"So… that's it, I hope you like it."

Don't do that anymore.

Crashes twice a day.

I really hope you can relate to what you said.

Revealed, yet silent.

I know you too well.
The suffocating emotion is so strong that you wish you could sell it as a commodity.

If tears could be encapsulated,
Then there would be many swimming pools full of models in this world.

Because someone will always tell you, 'A woman who wears a tight skirt is a whore.'

If 'I love you', it is a promise.

So honestly, will you break it?

Tell the person in the mirror the words she often hears.

"I really don't want to be you anymore"...
This is a soothing, gentle, yet dark and depressing pop R&B single. The traditional Intro-Verse-Chorus composition structure carries a vocal melody deeply influenced by jazz and neo-soul music, giving the whole song a prose style that is scattered in form but not in spirit.

57BPM, E minor, Billie's voice lingers between G3 and D5, singing softly and weepingly, which instantly reminds people of Lana Del Rey and Amy Winehouse, but after careful listening, one can taste a completely different flavor.

Excellent singers are no different. They have the same spirit and character as their predecessors, but they can always produce new and tender new branches.

The number of audience members in the audience was far less than the scene when Madison took the stage on Friday. Without a No. 1 on the Billboard singles chart or a single in the top ten, Billie Eilish's popularity and exposure can only be considered among the better ones among newcomers.

Few people would be willing to arrive at the music festival so early just to listen to a fifteen-year-old girl singing.

But everyone who arrived at the scene felt that the trip was worthwhile.

She's a really, really great musician.

Both her and Phineas beside her.

"'If tears could be encapsulated, there would be swimming pools full of models in this world'."

Christian Eder, director of the Coca-Cola mini-documentary, stood next to Barbara Pavin, his hands on his hips, shaking his head and sighing.

"Oh my god, that's such a great line, I can't believe she's only fifteen."

"I heard that this line was written by her brother." Barbara narrowed her eyes slightly, carefully appreciating the performance on the stage, and let the stylist do the final combing of her hair before the photoshoot. "The one who played the keyboard."

"Really? Where did you hear that?"

"Someone there."

"Someone?"

"Some people are very nosy today." Barbara pointed at them and smiled, "Be careful not to get yourself into big trouble."

"Hey, just chatting, not trying to get into any murky waters." Christian raised his hands and took two steps back. "As long as you get your hair done, and we get some shots of you dancing to Dillon Francis, we'll call it a day... I'll go back to the hotel and drink whiskey, and you go back to your someone and collect the tear bottles."

"Christian, today I'm going to let you..."

"Alright, everyone, take your positions. We'll start filming in ten minutes! Where's my other lead actor?"

Glancing helplessly at the director who was quickly fleeing the crime scene, Barbara raised her phone and sent two WhatsApp messages to "someone".

"If teardrops could be bottled, there'll be swimming pools filled by models."

“Will I be one of them?”

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you so much for spending 60 wonderful minutes with me!"

"My name is Dillon Francis and I'm not some celebrity DJ who makes meaningless noise and pretends to be important. I'm one of you, one of you. I play the music you like and dance with you!"

"So, I want you guys to be your best and dance to this next song that's coming out next year on my new single with fucking G-Eazy on Mad Decent!"

"Let's welcome that damn handsome stud onto the stage..."

"Say Less, everyone!"

Yeah——

Young Gerald, yeah, uh.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah……
Ti Lung, Ti Lung, delivers strong rhythm as always.

Every week now, I have a new style.

I just bought a 12-inch subwoofer, and today I played it to the point where it exploded...

When I leave a nightclub, I always have a few more girls around me.

A typical Hollywood girl who can't tell the difference between good grass and bad grass.

I was drunk, drunk in this charming atmosphere.

It's two o'clock in the morning. What are we going to do next?

When G-Eazy, who is six feet three inches tall and is known as the sexiest man in rap, slowly appeared from the lift in the center of the stage, Dillon Francis's iconic drum beats also sounded. Mountbatten combined trap music elements and introduced syncopated half-beat rhythms into the rhythm, which is a common element in tropical bass music that has been popular in recent years.

The percussion part is influenced by both reggae and electronic music styles. The drums are bold and rhythmic, while the bass lines are deep and powerful, providing plenty of dance feel for the whole song.

The synthesizer in the lead part is not complicated, creating a kind of energetic bounce, which is extremely suitable for playing on the dance floor. The simple and effective synthesizer sound design plays a role in strengthening the memory point and sense of melody, ensuring the song's easy memorability and unforgettable communication characteristics.

Listen baby, give me that Stella Artois,

Be careful not to spill it, I'm wearing Margiela.

I was going to tell her about my story as an Auckland kid.
But hey, damn, wait, she looks kind of familiar.

I think we hooked up at Coachella.
What was her name? Isabella? Isa—well, never mind.
"Yoooooo--Izzy!"

Hearing this line of lyrics, Emily, who was originally half-lying in booth number one and slightly tipsy, jumped up and hugged Isabella, who was dancing passionately, ignoring the greedy eyes around her.

"Did he write about you?"

“What do you think?” Isabella rolled her eyes. “Do you think I’d hook up with some six-foot-tall Greek man at Coachella and have him write about me in a song?”

"Why not?" Emily hadn't been awake since yesterday. "You just slept with a chief last night. How hard can it be for you to sleep with a rapper?"

“Hey, hey, keep your voice down!” Isabella pinched Emily’s lips, “I told you this isn’t something to show off, okay?”

"Those chiefs haven't arrived yet, what are you afraid of?"

"Because he gave me a lot of "shut up" money... and a shopping voucher for the Bellagio Hotel, so I can buy anything I want." Isabella shook the Givenchy black Voyou handbag in her hand, "He's been great to me, and I will do my best to fulfill our agreement."

"So is he good?" Emily asked implicitly but obviously.

"Is this the point? Everyone goes in and out, the only difference is the number of times." Isabella took out a lady's cigarette from her bag and was about to light it, but when she saw the BEST crowd management security guard looking at her with concern, she pouted and put the cigarette between her plump ravines exposed to the air, "The most important thing is that you always want to get something else from it... This is the lesson I want to teach you, girls, you must learn this lesson well."

"Let's seek a common ground while reserving differences." Eva, who was caught by Isabella's gaze, shrugged, looking nonchalant, "I prefer men to please me rather than bags."

"Speaking of men, I forgot to ask you about yesterday." Isabella sat down next to Eva and touched the latter's arm. "Where did you go last night? We didn't see you."

"Let's put it this way..." Eva glanced in the direction of booth number three with a half-smile, "I had a very pleasant evening with an important person at this music festival."

“The Asian billionaire?”

"Oh, no, how can that be possible." Eva stared, "Didn't you notice that even Barbara Palvin, Karlie Kloss and even Taylor Swift were all around him yesterday? How could I possibly get in?"

"That important person... could it be Diplo?"

"I won't tell you either." "Looks like it's Diplo." Emily came closer, "How's he in bed?"

"Meh, there have been worse ones, and there have been better ones." Eva thought about it, covered her mouth and laughed, "But he is really sexy. I like his figure, his mature temperament as an old man, and his mouth."

"what--"

"It's not what you think. What I mean is that he is good at saying sweet words." Eva clarified, "Now I know why Katy Perry was so obsessed with him before."

"Did I give you anything, um..."

"No, we are not in that kind of relationship."

"But there should be a gift, right?"

"No."

"Nothing at all?"

"Really do not have."

“He’s cheap.”

"I mean he's Dutch." Eva reached into her bag again and touched the lady's cigarette again and again. "But it doesn't matter. I had a good night. He didn't ask me not to tell anyone. This will be a good story for me."

"Do you want to use it as an opening statement?"

"It's better than starting with 'I was paid by the chief to spend the night with him.'"

"I don't care. You can tell me about it at my Thanksgiving dinner this year." Isabella spread her hands to show that she was honest and open. "Everyone knows that I'm a slut. A smart slut who will have enough money to pay for a down payment on a house after graduation."

"Congratulations on successfully cracking the key to life."

"Fuck you, Eve."

"Fuck you too, Izzi."

The wine glasses clinked, and the two best friends, each with their own aspirations, smiled at each other, and then turned their eyes to Emily at the same time.

"Girl, how was your night?"

"Honestly, I can't remember." Emily shook her head in confusion. "I just remember... I kept drinking, and when I woke up, I wasn't in my room. There were several people lying around next to me."

"Damn it, you won't be..."

"Not likely," Emily giggled, "because I woke up covered in my own vomit."

"Ewwwww——" Isabella and Eva rolled their eyes. Even McKinsey, who had been silent, put down the cup in his hand silently.

"Although I have no recollection of it now, I'm sure last night was great. In terms of what you can do after the festival, Las Vegas is much better than Coachella." Emily thought for a moment and said seriously.

“Yeah, I agree,” Isabella nodded. “It’s a much more lively and diverse scene overall, instead of just stupid kids trying to get high… By the way, speaking of which, how was your day yesterday, Mackenzie? Spent a night hanging out with your idol?”

"Yes... and no." McKinsey raised his head and recalled for a while, then smiled happily, "Ashley and I..."

"Ha, now you're calling me by my real name."

"Yes, she likes me very much... We are just calling each other by our first names now." McKinsey responded proudly, "I talked to her a lot and we did go to the party together, but Holshi went back later because she had something to do, so I hung out with the organizer's staff."

"How are they?"

"They are the most interesting and friendly group of people I have ever met. You would never know that they would..." At this point, McKinsey paused for a moment, then shook his head, "Forget it, you wouldn't understand even if I tell you... Anyway, this year... no, next summer, I must go to Han Music for an internship. I must enter this industry."

"Why, this way you can see your Ashley every day, right?"

"No. Yes, I love Ashley, but I won't work with her. Never work with your idol, remember this." McKinsey sat cross-legged on the booth, not afraid of exposure - unlike her three girlfriends who were wearing nothing, McKinsey was dressed casually today, looking more like a busy organizer moving around the venue. "Last night, I heard them talk about a lot of interesting things about tours and music festivals... I think I should be more interested in this aspect. I also want to do concerts and music festivals."

"If you want something, you can definitely do it, Kenzi."

"You'd be an excellent host."

Hearing Mackenzie's oath in a childish but firm voice, Eva and Isabella, who were originally teasing each other, immediately gave her encouraging looks. Even the dizzy Emily suddenly hugged Mackenzie in her arms and kept rubbing her roommate's hair.

"Then around this time next year, the four of us should come back together... No, I should say, the three of us."

"The three of us will come back together to watch the music festival you're doing."

"If I can really join Mad City and become one of the organizers next year..." McKinsey held up his pinky finger, "then I will definitely find a way to get you a booth, a booth dedicated to the four of us, without so many... messy men."

"Say less." Isabella hooked McKinsey's little finger and smiled heartily, "Yes."

It's been almost a week since that one-night stand.

We all know how quickly the weekend can go by.
Try to move around a bit, I have some great places we can visit.

Under the influence of psychedelic drugs, my jaw became increasingly tight and I could only speak slowly.

I am a lucky person blessed by God.
I have always disdained the norms of this world.

You tryna fuck?

Yes on yes on yes on yes!

Say less……

You ain't got,

You ain't got,

You, you, you ain't got...

Say less!
"Lana...that's so cool!"

Following the large group that filed out of the locker room, Sophie hung at the end of the team, lowering her voice and excitedly exclaiming to Madison.

"She's the coolest person I've ever met...but she cares the least about being cool."

"Really? I love her so much." Madison nodded in agreement. "I have been looking up to her throughout my career and wanted to be a musician like her... Until today, I don't know how I ended up in the same company with her. It feels like a dream."

"You are...what? An agency?"

“A management company.”

"So you are a manager? The one who was so beautiful just now?"

"Strictly speaking, no, Yujin is my manager, Lana has another manager, but Yujin will manage some of her affairs in the United States... It's a bit complicated." At this point, Madison tiptoed and looked very excited, "But anyway, I can meet my idol often. This time when I returned to Los Angeles, she even invited me to her home as a guest."

"Wow, I heard she lives in a very quiet, very vintage place." Sophie replied, "I've seen pictures... in the media."

"I don't know because I haven't seen the pictures and I haven't been there, but I believe that Lana's house must be perfect in every inch." At this point, Madison held Sophie's arm and chuckled, "That sounds a bit silly, right? Even though I work in this industry, I still get overly excited when I meet those idols I've heard about since I was a child."

"I don't think you're overdoing it at all, and it's a blessing to have people you admire." Sophie thought for a moment and said, "They are like a beam of light shining into your life, allowing you to see the way forward even in the dark... They don't need to be a big spotlight, as long as you have a small oil lamp in front of you, it can encourage you to go a long way."

"well said."

Madison's eyes moved around Sophie's face and she pursed her lips in satisfaction.

"So are you ready?"

"Prepare for what?" Sophie was stunned.

"Get ready...to see the light that shines into your life. It's a very big spotlight."

After saying that, Madison didn't give Sophie time to react. She directly made an OK gesture to Zhao Youzhen who was not far away, and then walked towards the closed door at the end of the backstage passage with her good friend from Glasgow whom she had just met.

The sign on the door had two lines of large characters written in the most eye-catching bold font.

STAR ROOM 2.

JUSTIN BIEBER.

(End of this chapter)