My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 596 Don't even think about it

"Shh!"

Bellis next to her raised her finger and looked over with a mocking look.

It wasn't that they couldn't talk at the scene, but the song that Ethan just clicked on was Taylor's hit single, which attracted everyone's attention.

"My fault."

Ethan shrugged and said something in a low voice.

The rehearsal continued, with Taylor running from the middle of the stage all the way down.

It was only then that Ethan noticed that there was a runway below that looked like a model catwalk, and she was dancing on the runway with the backup dancers.

"This one can go up and down."

Bellis waved her hands and said excitedly: "The runway will rise a few meters high by then."

"Through the installation close to the stage, the whole catwalk can move in a fan shape."

"Imagine Taylor standing on it, slowly moving over the heads of countless fans waving light sticks. What a picture it will be."

"Spectacular!"

Ethan thought about that scene and could only use that word to describe it.

"Yes, it is spectacular."

There seemed to be light in Bellis's eyes, and she said excitedly: "This is a design that is rarely used by others. By then, Taylor will become the world's attention!"

"Om."

The phone vibrated, and Ethan ignored the excited guy and walked aside with the phone.

"Hey, what's the catch?"

"Yes, but it's useless." Irene's voice sounded:

"There are too many people who know that Taylor lives in that house, and there are many celebrities involved. There is no way to check this one by one."

"We have investigated the list of those who know the location of her room."

"The financial situation is fine."

Erin continued: "All have clean criminal records."

"Please, is there no good news?" Ethan frowned and asked, "What about the background of the explosives, are there any retired soldiers?"

"This has."

Irene said helplessly: "Her personal security, several people all have service records."

"But this is a very normal thing, right?"

This is indeed normal, there is nothing to say, Ethan thought about it, and asked: "Where is the vehicle that delivers the cake?"

"Under investigation." Irene complained:

"Damn it, we are all dizzy watching the surveillance, but you are receiving a big salary outside, it's not fair."

Ethan smiled and asked, "Then what do you want?"

"To make up for it!" Irene said categorically, "I'll give you two photos, and find a way to get Taylor to sign them, please, please!"

"Hey, what are you talking about?"

Ethan patted his phone: "Why is the signal here so bad, I can't hear it."

"I can hear you clearly, you..."

"Dudu."

Before she finished speaking, Ethan hung up the phone.

And sign, don't even think about it.

How could I do such a thing? It was too embarrassing, so I didn't give Irene a chance to beg.

The phone vibrated again, and Irene sent a text message, with several crying little yellow faces and two bayonets on it.

Ethan smiled and turned off the screen casually.

"Yo~"

At this moment, shouts sounded from the side.

Turning his head, three black suits were sitting on a box next to the stage, smoking cigarettes, looking at him unkindly.

It's Taylor's personal security, marginalized by his own presence.

Because of the phone call just now, he walked to the side of the stage, which happened to be not far from them.

"Call me?"

Ethan pointed to his chest.

"Yes, it's you."

One of them threw the cigarette butt on the ground and said in a bad tone: "Quarterback, shall we talk?"

The person who spoke was the Mohawk who wanted to block himself outside the meeting room last night.

It looks like I want to find fault.

"Listen, I'm just temporary." Ethan walked over and said, "I'll only work for three days. After that, I don't care about you, OK?"

"Tiaozi, where did you come from?"

Mohawk ignored his words, but asked Li: "Marine Corps, Army, Air Force?"

"Nowhere."

Ethan shook his head and stretched out his hand: "Well, how about I shake hands with you before you bother me?"

"Everyone works for Taylor, there's no need to make it ugly."

"I believe that you still have this bit of professionalism, right?"

"Of course." Mohigan stood up and looked at Ethan with his neck stuck: "We are not unreasonable people. Since you want to grab a job, we have to test whether your hands are tough."

If it is from the army, then it is easy to negotiate.

Since it's nothing, you have to give it a shot.

Two palms, one big and one small, collided fiercely.

"Come on, Rick."

"Rick, show him something."

Seeing this, the two black suits next to him immediately clamored softly.

Rick's forearms are thick and muscular, and his palms are like eagle claws. It seems that he should exercise regularly.

Unfortunately, he was facing Ethan.

After a few seconds, Rick's face turned red.

"Do you want to continue?" Ethan was also pinched by him, but he was able to withstand it completely, and added a little more strength.

"Okay."

The corner of Rick's mouth twitched and he nodded slightly.

Feeling the other party's withdrawal of strength, he quickly let go of his hand, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"You have good strength."

Ethan smiled at him, turned and left, and continued back to Taylor's vicinity.

I took the money myself, so I can't be lazy and steal for too long.

Rick watched Ethan's leaving back, put the hand he held just now behind his back, his fingers were still trembling.

Rehearsing until 11:30 noon, Taylor stopped short of breath.

The dancers dispersed one after another, and Ethan walked over with Bellis carrying the fast food that he had ordered together.

"Thank you."

Returning the kettle to Bellis, Taylor looked at the fast food handed to him and thought about what happened last night.

He was reluctant to take a wine glass, but he didn't expect that the other party would even bring him a meal: "Just leave it to Bei Lisi, this is not your job."

"It's fine."

Ethan smiled and passed his hand: "I rarely serve a person like this, so hurry up and take it."

"Well, thank you."

Taylor took the fast food and sat cross-legged on the stage.

At this time, she didn't have the demeanor of a superstar at all, and started to gobble up the pasta inside.

"You can listen now."

Taylor picked up a meatball, looked at Ethan who was sitting beside him, and said with a smile, "By the way, let me give you a suggestion, how about it?"

"cough!"

Ethan looked at the open soldier field and coughed in embarrassment: "I'm just curious."

"It's ok."

Taylor waved his hand nonchalantly: "Creating is for people to listen to."

"Okay!" Ethan stopped coddling, took out his phone, and switched to YouTube.

The voice that was cut off just now resumed.

Taylor on the side hummed a few words from time to time.

Ethan didn't know that if Taylor's fanatical fans knew about the treatment he was enjoying now, he would have the heart to kill him.

In the video, there is a dreamy little girl wearing instant noodle hair and a princess dress.

By her side, there is a superstar with the style of a big heroine.

Ethan shook his head with a smile, giving people a feeling that people in the imaginary world have come to real life.

The lyrics are simple, straightforward and catchy.

The melody is brainwashing, it sounds flat at first, but it gets better the more you listen.

"Good, good music."

At the end of the video, the sound faded away, Ethan nodded and gave Taylor a thumbs up.

"Just good music?"

Before Taylor responded, Bayliss was the first to express her dissatisfaction: "This is a five-platinum single, so what do you think is great music?"

"Hey, calm down."

Ethan raised his hands helplessly: "I don't know what platinum is, but I said it's good music, didn't I?"

"I also want to ask this question, what do you think great music is?"

Taylor quickly wiped his mouth and asked curiously.

Most people who can stand at the top of the industry have one quality, that is competitive spirit, and Taylor is no exception.

"Okay." Ethan shrugged: "First of all, this is just my personal opinion."

"Yesterday, I think this song is very good."

"Of course, maybe you haven't heard of it."

"God!" Taylor said with a wry smile, "I admit defeat to the song you mentioned."

"Now I am no match for Sir McCartney."

"At the age of 19, I am even worse."

"Have you heard it?" Ethan asked in surprise, "Wait a minute, did you compose that song when you were 19?"

"Then you are really a genius."

"Thank you, of course I'm a genius." Taylor said proudly, "Not only have I heard of it, I've also seen Sir Paul McCartney."

"Water!"

Ethan's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but swear.

Finally seeing his gaffe, Taylor nodded with satisfaction: "I didn't lie to you."

"Tell me, is there such a possibility?"

Ethan rubbed his hands together and said expectantly: "If you have a chance, get me an autograph. It would be even better if you can take a group photo."

"This time, I will serve you for free!"

"Don't even think about it."

Taylor rolled his eyes, propped up with one hand, and walked towards the back of the stage speechlessly.

"Hey, don't go!"

Ethan hurried to catch up, and said cheerfully: "We can discuss it, and it's not impossible to give you some extra money."

The more he said this, the angrier Taylor became.

A world-class superstar himself was completely ignored.

This bastard would rather pay more than find another person to take a photo with him.

"We still have rehearsals in the afternoon."

Walking to the rest area of ​​the stage, after Bellis entered the room, Taylor closed the door of the private lounge with a bang, and a voice came from inside: "Don't disturb me, I'm going to rest."

After being shut down, Ethan scratched his head helplessly.

He could only sit down on the chair next to the door of the private lounge and continue his security work.

After playing on the phone for more than 20 minutes, Ethan raised his head suddenly.

The radar within the field of vision has many light spots.

But there were only two parallel light spots behind him just now.

That is, when playing with the mobile phone, a downward arrow with a light point disappeared and became parallel to him.

And according to the distance calculation, it is in the room.

"Boom bang bang."

He immediately stood up and slammed his fist on the door: "Bailes, open the door!"

(End of this chapter)