Chapter 736 The Ultimate Fangirl
Yvette’s face flushed crimson at my words.
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She waved her hands frantically, shaking her head like a rattle. “No no no! I didn’t mean that at all! I just think you’re amazing–when could I ever be like you?”
The elevator dinged as the doors slid open. I said with a smile, “You’ll get there sooner than you think.”
While Starplay Entertainment primarily focused on actors, our music division–though smaller–was nothing to scoff at.
Compared to the bustling acting departments, the music section maintained an almost library–like quiet. Yvette trailed behind me, wide–eyed as we passed various recording studios and workspaces, even spotting a few recognizable musicians along the way.
She followed me all the way until I stopped in front of a door.
Yvette looked up and saw a door labeled “Music Department Director“.
After a polite knock, I ushered her inside.
The room resembled more a musician’s playground than an office–dominated by a grand digital piano flanked by state–of–the–art production equipment. Yvette looked around with curiosity.
That was exactly my intention–to make the place feel less like an office and more like a music studio.
On the far wall, an array of bizarre collectible figurines stood. But what surprised Yvette even more was the cardboard box next to the figurine wall, with a few trophies scattered inside.
Her eyes widened when she spotted a major music award among them.
She bit her lip, fingers twitching as if yearning to touch but not daring.
“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty,” I called, arms crossed as I approached the massage chair where a figure was lying there.
Yvette’s POV:
Peeking around Rosaline, I saw the chair’s occupant had used a book as an improvised sleep mask.
The book’s title was written in bold letters-“Witchcraft and Gambling“.
When he didn’t stir, Rosaline turned to me. “Cover your ears.”
Baffled but obedient, I did as she said and covered my ears.
Rosaline pulled out her phone and pulled up a music app. Just as I was wondering what she was up to, a loud burst of music erupted from her phone.
The effect was instantaneous. The man jackknifed upright, the book clattering to the floor as he clutched his head.
“Awake now?” Rosaline stopped the music and asked.
I lowered my hands slightly but kept them hovering near my ears, still wary.
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Chapter 736 The Ultimate Fangir!
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“You’re exploiting your workforce. Do you know how late I stayed up finishing those two compositions for you? And now you drag me into the office…” The person’s hair was a mess, half covering his face, and his voice was a little rough.
Then he pushed back the messy hair covering half his face and sniffled, blinking blearily at me before turning to Rosaline in confusion. “Did you buy a new statue?”
Rosaline simply went “Oh,” before reaching over to gently pull my hands all the way down from my ears, waving her fingers in front of my frozen expression.
I stood paralyzed, staring at the scruffy werewolf before me.
Then it hit me. I stumbled back a step, finger shaking as I pointed. “Y–you’re Byron Garcia!”
My voice came out in a squeak. I couldn’t believe it–Byron was right in front of me.
Byron Garcia was the biggest name in Rivemon’s music scene right now.
His songs were everywhere, and he was even more popular than his music.
You couldn’t walk two blocks in the city without hearing his music pouring out of some shop or café. The awards he’d won could probably fill a warehouse.
Suddenly the cardboard box full of trophies made perfect sense. This was the man who’d swept every major award show with a single record–breaking single last year. The living legend.
And beyond his insane talent? The man was stupidly handsome.
I remembered watching a talk show where the host joked that Byron could single–handedly satisfy all entertainment industry needs–acting, modeling, and music–just by existing.
To me? He was the ultimate idol.
And now here he was in the flesh–messy hair, wrinkled clothes and all–and I completely short–circuited. I just stood there gaping like a fish, completely starstruck.
“Well, look who’s a fan,” Byron said mildly, completely unfazed by my reaction as he turned back to Rosaline. “So boss, who’s this mystery person you wanted me to meet today?”
Rosaline reached over and pulled me forward by the shoulder. “This is who I wanted you to meet.”
Byron propped his chin on one hand, studying my dumbstruck expression. “Let me guess–you want me to do a private fan meet? Where’d you dig up this groupie, Sinclair? Your sister?”
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