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Chapter 433 The whole meaning of our lives (Part )
"Thank you so much for lunch, Madison."

Sophie glanced at Louis, who looked a little uneasy beside her, and whispered a thank you to Madison, who was sitting on the double sofa on her right, fiddling with her phone with her head down.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Madison raised his eyes from the screen and smiled at Sophie. "I'm sorry, I was a little distracted just now and was... "

Influenced by this crazy woman.

This crazy woman named @realbarbarapalvin on Instagram.

Twenty-six minutes ago, she posted a selfie of herself.

She wore a fiery red vest, lake blue eyes, half of her eyebrows were raised, the corners of her lips were upturned, she seemed to be smiling, and she was pretty and charming.

There is another line of text below: feeling fresh and kissy.

It was followed by two emojis - a dancing woman and a yellow face making a kissing motion and shooting hearts from its mouth.

Ordinary fans on the Internet didn’t understand and thought that Barbara was just expressing her girlish feelings in a cute way.

But Madison understood all too well.

"Except you, baby, I'll kiss you later."

She remembered clearly the last words Barbara said before leaving Han Yi's suite.

After saying this, and then posting this kind of photo on Instagram, isn't it just to provoke and disturb her mind?

Dream on!
Is it so easy for you to control me, Madison Beal?

That kind of thing won't have any effect on me, you...Budapest succubus wearing sexy lingerie under your coat.

"I'm saying..."

Sophie looked at Madison, who was empty-headed again and had a hint of ferocity on his expressionless face, and she seemed to want to say something but stopped herself.

"It's okay, we can talk later if you're busy."

"I'm not busy, sorry, I'll put it away now... too much work news."

Realizing her own gaffe, Madison quickly put her phone into her Celine smiley bag.

Off-white leather, black calfskin textured, royal blue suede.

It was not the one her grandmother gave her, but the one Han Yi gave her.

Like Zhao Youzhen, Madison never forgets to carry it wherever she goes, and has appeared frequently in various street photos in recent months. Today, this color-blocked smiley face bag has become one of Madison's most recognizable iconic items.

"Ah, it's nothing at all. I didn't say anything important... I just wanted to say thank you for treating us to lunch today." Sophie pressed her hand against her chest. "You are so, so kind. I really appreciate everything you have done for us."

"Yes, Ms. Beale, you are probably one of the friendliest people I have ever met in real life," Louise hastened to agree. "I mean everyone, not just celebrities."

"Thank you, this comment means a lot to me." Madison smiled and raised the Diet Coke in her hand. In front of outsiders, she paid great attention to her "underage girls cannot drink" setting. "I also want to thank you for taking me to this great restaurant! It's delicious... Bar Masa, right?"

"Yes."

“Yes, the food was truly memorable and I will definitely try the main location when I return to New York.”

Madison chewed the name of the store, his tongue swirled between his teeth, and he pondered for a moment before clinking his glass with Sophie's goblet.

"Anyway, happy Sunday!"

“Happy Sunday!”

Sophie took a sip of the Perrier-Jouët in the glass, exhaled the smell of alcohol, and her eyes extended from the surface of her shoes to the front.

The oak floor is covered with a dark gray soundproof carpet, which blends in with the soft leather sofas of the same color. Opposite the sofa is a small bar area with a built-in ice bucket on each side, and several bottles of Perrier-Jouët quietly lie in it. On the amber counter, there are five glasses stuffed with black napkins, blocking part of the Las Vegas skyline outside the window.

The oversized UV-proof glass not only effectively blocks the outside sunlight and noise, but also creates a more private space in the car, allowing people to better enjoy the song "Help!" from the Beatles flowing from the Bose car audio system.

So this is how Hollywood stars travel on the road... no wonder we don't see them often.

Lifting the blackout curtain behind her, Sophie thought as she watched the Las Vegas Boulevard receding at a steady pace.

Her sight seemed to penetrate an invisible film and she saw a dreamland that was exquisitely decorated and disconnected from reality. The neon-lit streets were surrounded by a gentle halo, and the colorful signs shone like the trajectory of falling meteors, but they were shyly silent in front of Sophie, unlike usual, when they bared their fangs and claws, looking terrifying as if they were going to devour her.

Behind this layer of glass with a lavender halo, Sophie experienced a filtered world. The hustle and bustle of Las Vegas was carefully removed, and only those pleasing elements were retained. The buildings on both sides of the street were no longer just cold stones and curtain walls, but like carefully constructed drama backgrounds. The pedestrians walking on the street seemed to be wearing costumes, fully engaged in playing their respective roles in the world.

It's such a wonderful feeling...it's hard to describe.

Sophie tapped the car window with her finger, looking intently at the fine lines on her fingernails.

It feels like being placed in a snow globe by a great force, observing the world through refracted light and shadows amidst the fluttering glitz.

Is this how she lives her daily life?

Thinking of this, Sophie shifted her gaze to the left and looked again at Madison Beer, who had just taken them to a sumptuous sushi lunch and was now taking them to the Mad City Music Festival in the Lincoln MKT stretched luxury car allocated to each performer by the organizer.

"Sophie, if you keep staring at me like this for one more second, I'm going to blush." ​​Facing Sophie's gaze, Madison showed her dazzling white teeth that had just been cleaned a few days ago. "And I'll have no choice but to snatch you away from Louis."

"Just take it away." Louis joked, "She snores when she sleeps anyway."

"Louis!" Sophie gave her husband another slap, then blushed and apologized to Madison, "I'm sorry, I wasn't staring at you... I was just thinking about something."

"Is it about me?"

"Well... that's right."

"Let me guess." Madison changed her posture, crossed her legs, smiled and raised her eyebrows, "You must be wondering if this girl's life is so exaggerated every day, right?"

“I wouldn’t use the word grandiose,” Sophie replied honestly, “but your intuition is frighteningly accurate.”

"Of course, I'm very observant." Madison straightened her back proudly. "Let me put it this way... maybe some Hollywood celebrities live like this every day, but I'm definitely not one of them. I'm the most ordinary American girl you can see on the street. I drive everywhere by myself, go shopping at the supermarket by myself, fill the refrigerator by myself, and... What's the matter, Dylan? You don't disagree, do you?"

"No, Maddie, I totally agree with you."

Her exclusive tour manager Dylan Buckman coughed twice, and was not embarrassed or nervous because of Madison's joking, not angry, eye roll. He knew that this artist, whom he had been following for several months, not only had no star airs, but also had a very easy-going personality. Even if she was not satisfied with something, she would not speak out directly, but would find a way to raise it indirectly as tactfully as possible without hurting the feelings and enthusiasm of the staff.

But does this prove that she is the “most ordinary American girl”?
No.

The most ordinary American girl would not drive her father's Porsche 911 and her own Land Rover around Los Angeles.

The most ordinary American girls do go shopping at the supermarket and fill their refrigerators, but they don't fill their refrigerators and then stay out of the house for months, letting all the fresh ingredients expire.

"Um, Mr. and Mrs. Finley, I almost forgot, this is our guest wristband, please wear it, you can move freely backstage and any VIP area."

Seeing that Madison still wanted to argue, Dylan quickly changed the subject, took out a thick stack of printed wristbands from his backpack, then skillfully found the purple guest wristbands, tore off two, and handed them to Louis.

"Thank you...thank you very much."

Louis put the wristband on Sophie, then tore off the protective film and tied the other one to his own wrist, looking at it carefully.

The three big words VIP, ARTIST and SPECIAL GUEST are repeated continuously, entwined around it like runes.

Interesting.

Three common words in daily life.

He has never been described with any of these three words.

Except today.

Magical.

Louis and Sophie looked at each other. The couple, who were in tune with each other, could understand the complex emotions brewing in each other's chests.

After that, the four of them remained silent, allowing the air in the car to be filled with Paul McCartney's voice again.

“My life has changed so much now.

My independence and autonomy seemed to disappear in that fog.

I don’t know when, but a feeling of insecurity and panic always arises in my heart.

I know I need you more than ever before…” The stretch limousine drove at a steady speed on Paradise Road, which was completely closed off by the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department and reserved for music festival vehicles, and soon arrived at the Sahara Hotel.

Turning into the VIP passage of the east podium parking lot, which was closely guarded by the security team of BEST crowd management company, the Lincoln MKT did not slow down at all, but went straight through the parking lot, entered Las Vegas Boulevard, circled around the iron fence, and stopped steadily at the backstage entrance.

Han Live hired a team of 16 drivers called "Runners" for Mad City Music Festival. They are not only responsible for the round-trip transportation of artists and staff, but also sometimes have to take on the task of temporary procurement. After seven days of rehearsal and two days of formal performances, each driver is familiar with this exclusive route.

"Mr. and Mrs. Finley, we're here."

Dylan Buckman opened the car door, walked out first, then held the handle and nodded slightly towards the car.

"Maddie."

"Coming."

Without waiting for Louis and Sophie to get out of the car, Madison gathered her handbag, held down the back edge of her skirt, and jumped out first.

This made the couple the last guests to appear.

"We're here, honey."

Sophie grabbed Louis' hand. She had been able to remain relaxed and natural before, but now she began to get nervous.

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"Yes, we are here, the place you have always wanted to come." Louis, who had been fidgeting all the way, now relaxed. "Don't worry, we will fit in, and we will have fun, okay? Madison is a great girl, you don't have to be afraid with her around."

"Yes, she is indeed a...very good girl."

Sophie repeated her husband's words in a low voice, took a deep breath, took her lover's hand, bent down and walked out of the car.

The first thing that caught her attention was the group of people on the left that were separated by iron horses.

With all the strange costumes and dazzling outfits, Mad City had just opened for admission, and thousands of spectators had already gathered at the entrance of Gate 8, ready to line up for ticket inspection. The Lincoln stretch limousine, which was only a few dozen feet away from them, attracted the attention of almost everyone, between the police, security guards and iron horses. Whether in Las Vegas or other cities, seeing a luxury car of this size slowly driving into the exclusive channel generally means that a celebrity has arrived.

Madison Beer, who walked out of the car first, fulfilled people's fantasy. Although not everyone likes her, at least most people know her - the previous single is the Billboard champion, and the next single is heading for that position. In addition, you can see promotional posters with her name or portrait on the streets of Las Vegas this week, and people who like to use social media have basically seen her posts...

Madison Beer's popularity is at the peak of her career since her debut.

The first peak.

"Madison!"

"We love you, Madison!"

"You are my queen!"

"Madison—you look so pretty!"

"Marry me, Madison!"

"Did I just hear that little girl yelling 'Marry me'?"

Madison, who was waving to the crowd, couldn't help but smile when she heard the last childish and clear shout. She turned to look at Zhao Youzhen who was waiting for her at the door and asked with a smile, her expression and tone were normal, as if the big drama last night had never happened.

"It should be." Zhao Youzhen nodded and responded with a faint smile, "The little girl held in her mother's arms, the one wearing a red baseball cap."

"Okay, then I'll go sign her baseball cap."

"Do what you want." After saying that, Zhao Youzhen turned his gaze to Dylan Buckman, who immediately understood and followed Madison with NPB's private security. The security company hired by Han Live for the music festival was BEST Crowd Management, and Renyu Management also equipped its artists with professional bodyguards from NPB, which is one of the most trusted security companies by Hollywood celebrities.

"Hey, little one." Facing the sudden increase in shouts and screams, Madison walked to the side of the iron horse and greeted the little girl in the red hat, "What's your name?"

Seeing Madison looking at her with a smile, the little girl, who was very bold just now, now shyly covered her face and hid in her mother's arms, causing a burst of good-natured laughter all around.

"Don't be shy, baby." The mother stroked her daughter's back and encouraged softly, "Tell Madison your name, come on."

"It's okay, I won't bite." Madison bit her lower lip, touched by the cuteness of the little girl. "You like me, right? I like you too. I want to know your name, okay?"

"Zoe." The kindness of her idol gave the little girl new courage. She pulled her tiny body out of her mother's arms, sucked her fingers shyly, and confessed to Madison in a baby voice, "You are so beautiful, Madison, like an angel."

"Awwww——" Madison cupped her hands in her heart and sighed, "You're like an angel. Nice to meet you, Zoe!"

"Nice to meet you too, Madison."

"Now, since we both know each other's names..." Madison held out her hand and asked in a serious tone, "Where's my ring?"

“Huh?” Zoe opened her mouth wide, saliva forming a thin line between her fingers and lips.

"My ring," Madison repeated. "You want me to marry you, right? How can I agree to that without an engagement ring?"

"I don't have any money, I..." Zoe rolled her eyes and had a good idea, "Mom, can I use it first..."

"No." Mom didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "That was given to me by my dad. You have to buy one for Madison yourself."

"Then I don't have any more." Zoe spread her hands, looking quite helpless, "I can't marry you, Madison."

"No, don't give up so quickly. I really want to marry you." Madison scratched Zoe's nose. "How about this... I'll leave my name on your hat, and when you have enough money to buy me a ring, you can bring the hat and the ring back to me, and then I'll marry you. How about that?"

"A word is settled!"

"It's a deal...ah, you're so cute." Madison took the pen from Dylan and carefully signed Zoe's name on her red hat. She also drew a heart on the back.

"Madison, can you sign my name for me, too? On the phone case!"

"Madison, can I take a picture with you?"

"Madison..."

"I tell you, Louis, I don't envy her or envy her at all."

Standing more than ten meters away, Sophie sighed as she watched Madison shuttle back and forth in the forest of heads and mobile phones, responding to every request tirelessly and trying her best to meet the wishes of all fans.

"I mean, she deserves to be making the money that she's making, and just looking at these people, they're really happy to see her, and their lives, or their day in their lives, is really better because of her presence, and just for that, I think she deserves to be making a lot of money."

"agree."

"But if it were me, I wouldn't want to do this job. After all, it's too difficult to always be so popular. You have to be careful all the time, you have to be strong all the time, you have to... I don't know, always be perfect and lonely. This is too much of a burden for me... Becoming a star is really only suitable for a few gifted people."

"Do you think she is?" Louis whispered, "one of the gifted few?"

"No doubt." Sophie hesitated for a moment before saying the second half of the sentence, "She is very talented, and this is the life she wants, but I think deep down, she also wants to be the ordinary girl she said, as if there is something... I'll talk about it later, she's back."

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Madison trotted back to Sophie and Louis.

"Sophie, Louis, this is my manager, Yujin, and this is Brett, the security director who has been protecting me these past few days. Brett, Yujin, Sophie and Louis are my good friends from the UK, a newlywed couple, and they are on their honeymoon in Las Vegas."

"Nice to meet you guys." Brett Thompson, who is over six feet tall, looks like the Hulk, but his smile is very friendly. He put his hands together and spoke in a humble and polite tone.

"Hello."

In comparison, manager Zhao Youzhen seemed much more distant. Although she was equally polite and smiling, Sophie always felt that this Asian girl who was too pretty to work behind the scenes had a bit of... a cold and aloof temperament.

This made Sophie feel a little intimidated by her and the backstage door behind her.

It seems that this is what Hollywood should be like.

Charming and remote.

"Youzhen is slow to warm up. She's cute, but slow to warm up."

Madison keenly noticed Sophie's somewhat stiff face, so she took Yuzhen's arm and explained for her manager.

“She has an incredibly kind heart but doesn’t know how to let everyone see it…but I promise, spend a few hours with her and you’ll love her as much as I do.”

After saying that, Madison dragged the somewhat embarrassed Zhao Youzhen and walked towards the backstage.

"Come on, Mr. and Mrs. Finley!"

"This is the music festival you've been waiting for... I promise you'll have a blast."

(End of this chapter)