Chapter 1147 Peeking into Privacy
Caspian looked at Everett who was excited and asked, "Did you meet your idol? Added your idol on Facebook? Everett, can't you have a bit more ambition?"
Everett slapped Caspian's arm as Caspian was holding a water cup, and the sudden slap almost made him spill it.
Caspian laughed and said, "Get lost."
"Ms. Ross is in the lounge right now, wanting to see you." Everett said.
"See me?" Caspian's expression changed slightly. "I'm not popular, so what does she want to see me for?"
"Probably because she saw you can still hold a concert for thousands, so she wants to collaborate with you. This is an opportunity!" Seeing Caspian not responding, Everett took the water cup from his hand and placed it on a nearby table, then punched Caspian's chest. "If you miss such a good opportunity, it's gone. Heather probably came with a friend to see your concert and noticed you. Heather is the VP of Dynamic Entertainment. This year Dynamic Entertainment produced 7 shows, 3 of which are top-tier and big-budget web series. If you can get an OST song, it's an exposure opportunity for us. Country music is great, but the audience is too limited. Don't you want to transition or transform your style?"
Caspian clenched his fingers as he thought, 'Of course, I want to. But I have no chance.'
"I've thought it through. Even if they offer a low price or no money at all, as long as you can sing even one OST, it's worth it." Everett said.
Caspian smiled self-deprecatingly. "I'm just an ordinary singer. Do I still have such opportunities?"
"Isn't this an opportunity right now? Don't be too proud, and respond to whatever Ms. Ross says." Everett patted Caspian's shoulder. "Let's go. She's in the lounge."
As the two had just walked out, there was a sudden commotion outside.
A few fans rushed out from somewhere and swarmed towards Caspian with gifts.
"Caspian, please accept this gift from me."
"Caspian, can you sign an autograph for me?"
The fans were a bit fanatical, and the bodyguard came over. "Mr. Stevens, Mr. Reyes, these people have been waiting here, and we couldn't stop them."
Everett recognized them at a glance. These fans had followed them all the way. At the last event, it was the same group, and they even followed them to the hotel, lurking at the door. They even picked up the trash Caspian threw out.
Everett knew these were obsessive stalker fans, sighing, "Please go back now. Caspian is tired, and we have things to do."
Caspian didn't even look at them and adjusted his baseball cap. He still had to go to the lounge to meet Heather, and being blocked here wasn't good. He said coldly, "Move."
It was not that he didn't cherish his fans. But he couldn't tolerate such obsessive invasion of privacy from stalker fans.
The bodyguard cleared a path, escorting Caspian away.
Everett said to the fans. "You even followed him to the cemetery when he visited his family’s grave. The only place you haven't followed him to is the men's restroom. Leave now. If I see you again, I'll call the police."
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