Early in the morning, Andy was awakened by the sudden and shrill ringing of his cell phone. He was very depressed and covered his head with a soft pillow, hoping that the damn phone would stop ringing after a while so that he could continue to sleep.
However, it seemed that the other party was extremely persistent and had no intention of stopping at all, because the family's phone ringtone was specially marked. If it wasn't his family who was so persistent, the only one left was his agent, that shameless fat guy.
Unable to cope with the annoyance, he picked up his phone and yelled, "Damn it! It's so late now, and you're not going to let me sleep! If you don't give me a good reason, I'm going to fire you! Shit!"
"STOP! I also want to ask why this happened? Where are you now? Did you sing on Santa Monica Beach last night? Damn it, I was woken up by calls from TV reporters and newspaper reporters early in the morning, and you still ask me what's going on? Boss, could you tell me something before you do anything? I was confused by the reporters' questions!" Carl didn't care about the threat at all and asked very depressedly.
Andy slapped his forehead, realizing that the media had gotten to know what happened last night. He was secretly pleased with himself, thinking his trick had actually worked. He feigned bewilderment and said, "I sang on Santa Monica Beach last night. There's nothing wrong with that, right? What does this have to do with the TV station?"
"Oh my God, someone filmed it with a DV and uploaded it to YouTube. It was quickly recommended to the homepage of YouTube, with original songs in 13 languages! Oh my God, when did you learn so many languages?" Carl was so sad that he had no tears left. When he learned what happened from a reporter's call, he quickly turned on his computer, found the video and started watching it. Although the light in the video was very dim, Andy's appearance could still be clearly seen, especially the fact that the photographer deliberately gave a close-up of his face. As soon as it was uploaded, it attracted the attention of many people. Relying on the huge group of netizens, Andy was quickly exposed.
After a night of fermentation, TV stations and newspapers got the news. Since Andy himself could not be contacted, they could only call Carl, his former agent.
"You're kidding! How could I possibly know so many languages? I took French as an elective in college, plus English and Chinese. Those are the only three I know. That song was originally written in English, but I thought it was fun so I put together a new version in 13 languages. It's nothing special. Apart from those three languages, the rest were all learned on the fly. Okay, if any reporters ask, just say this. I'm hanging up. I need to get some sleep!"
Andy certainly wouldn't lie about knowing so many languages. Besides English and Chinese, which he considers his native tongue, he took French as an elective in college. Because he took a leave of absence, he only studied it for two years, so he couldn't be considered proficient. However, thanks to the benefits of time travel, he now has no problem reading and writing. As for the other languages, he can still say hello and thank you, but that doesn't mean he's mastered them all. It's wise to admit it openly.
American society attaches more importance to the issue of integrity than anything else. Without integrity, it is almost impossible to get anywhere in the United States. In the past, I always saw reports about which institutions raised or lowered the credit rating of some companies, and I thought foreigners were bored. Whether the rating is raised or lowered is not a concept for Chinese people. However, Americans recognize this and rely on integrity and credit to constrain and measure. Once the credit is lost, it basically means the end.
"Damn it!" Carl was so angry when he heard the busy tone on the other end of the phone. He really couldn't figure out what Andy was going to do. He was already busy with so many things, and now this happened. Could it be that Andy wanted to release a record? Wait... He couldn't really have such plans, could he? Hmm, it seems I need to take this matter seriously.
Karl touched his chin and thought of this possibility. What young person doesn't have dreams, especially such a genius "child"? He looked through the phone book.
I dialed the number and said, "Hey, Jack, we have the answer to the video issue. Here's what happened..."
Andy, who continued to sleep in, seemed unaware that the whole thing was continuing to ferment under the instigation of someone with ulterior motives.
It seems that the impact far exceeded Andy's imagination. He originally thought that this song with a strong K-POP style would not be liked by Americans. Of course, the arrogant Americans didn't know what K-POP was. However, the video started with a guitar solo, then Chinese appeared, and finally a collection of original songs in 13 languages. The slightly hoarse voice and handsome face put together made Americans a little confused.
The United States is the country with the largest music consumption in the world. In a situation where people can sing a song just by reading a line of lyrics, it is natural that many people will like "IFYOU" which has well-written lyrics.
All of this was minor. The key was Andy's exposure online. He was a talented writer who rose to fame at a young age. Although he'd been quiet for two years, his new book was already on the market and selling like hotcakes. Rumor had it that another excellent novel was about to be published. This news was, of course, leaked by the unscrupulous Carl and Scholastic Publishing. Only a fool wouldn't take advantage of such a great opportunity. Everyone loves talented people, especially handsome ones.
Didn't Bieber, who became famous all over the world in his previous life, make his way out of YouTube?
The video on YouTube quickly reached tens of millions of views, and was also reported on TV. Andy's photos appeared in various newspapers, and paparazzi began to put Andy on their target list. He was really popular now, and many TV shows invited him to appear. As his former agent, Carl was almost annoyed by the calls.
Andy frowned, holding the curtains in his hands, and looked at the seven or eight paparazzi outside the villa who were pointing high-powered cameras at his house. A few days ago, because he was not paying attention, he was photographed by the paparazzi swimming in the swimming pool wearing only swimming trunks. The next day, he was on the cover of a gossip magazine. His strong body, perfect muscle lines and the swollen capital outlined by the swimming trunks immediately attracted the covetousness of rotten girls. The screen-licking party quickly occupied his blog and left messages asking to give birth to his children. The hot sales of the magazine further intensified the enthusiasm of the paparazzi.
After the photos were published, even Li Wanqing called and teased her son about his good figure, which made him laugh and cry.
"Damn it, these paparazzi born of a bitch!" Andy sat down on the sofa in the living room angrily. He felt a little regretful. No one could have thought that things would develop to this point. He is now completely famous and has become a new Internet celebrity.
He picked up the phone and called Carl, "Is there any way to make the paparazzi disappear?" Andy asked angrily.
"Haha, how is that possible? The paparazzi will not let you go!" Carl's gloating tone was really annoying.
"Damn it, if you and the publishing house hadn't taken the opportunity to promote it, I wouldn't be in such a mess!" Andy was so angry that his teeth were itching, but he couldn't do anything about this fat guy.
"COMEON, MEN, who can resist money? The sales of 'Dark Fairy Tales' have exceeded one million. Congratulations, Andy, you are now a bestselling author and have also entered the 'New York Times' bestseller list. This is such a happy thing." Carl lay comfortably in his boss's chair, his feet on the desk, a cigar in his mouth, and reported the publicity results to Andy, blocking his complaints. It seemed that he was worried that Andy would cause trouble again. Then he comforted him: "Hey, Andy, you are a celebrity now. Your blog has more than one million followers, so you have to adapt to this kind of life instead of resisting it. Those paparazzi are just waiting for you to cause trouble. They don't care about how talented you are or what kind of novels you have written. They only want your nude photos, your embarrassing drunken appearance, the women you are with, and the kind of bars and nightclubs you go in and out of."
Andy listened silently. He used to be a spectator who also liked all kinds of gossip about celebrities. Later, Bieber, who was seeking his own death, was criticized by paparazzi. He didn't want to live that kind of life.
"Is there any way to cool down the heat? I can't even go out now. Even when Liu Yan goes out to buy groceries, the paparazzi follow her. I'm really going crazy!"
"I'm sorry, there's nothing we can do. Not only will the popularity not decrease, but it will be even more popular tomorrow! I just received the news that NBC is going to reveal that you are the founder of America's Got Talent." Carl was speechless when he heard the notice from NBC. We are all smart people and no one will miss the opportunity to hype. Ratings are money and everyone loves US dollars. Although there was a verbal agreement when signing the contract to ignore Andy's identity as the founder, Andy is so popular now that it is a bit unreasonable to stop BBC from promoting him. After all, Andy also gets a share of the advertising revenue, and Carl has nothing to say.
"Damn it! How could they do this? They promised me not to reveal the details of the contract. Fuck, a bunch of bitches!" Andy was really angry. His face turned very ugly and he cursed in frustration.
"Don't get too excited. They won't reveal any details, let alone the specific amount of the copyright purchase. They just want to use your current popularity for publicity. They also hope that you can appear as a guest performer on the talent show..."
"Dream on! A bunch of bastards." Andy interrupted Carl fiercely. To be honest, Andy was a little panicked now, because things were completely beyond his expectations. Everything that was originally planned was under control. This unexpected feeling of powerlessness made him lose his mind. The benefits and superiority brought by time travel made him always in a God's perspective. He would feel superior to others when looking at everyone, even though he was a loser in his previous life. The ability to predict the future gave him strong and blind self-confidence.
He originally wanted to make a fortune quietly in the beginning, plan his career behind the scenes, and then step forward when everything is clear. But now, because of his pretense and show-off, he is completely exposed under the spotlight, and is followed by paparazzi at all times. This sense of frustration has dealt a heavy blow to him.
His anger was not all because of his fame and the exposure of his privacy. If he didn't want to be famous, why would he cause so many troubles? He was more angry at himself because he overestimated his ability to control the development of things. This hurt him a lot and was the deep reason for his anger.