American Peanuts

Chapter 118 Monster

The grand show ended, and as the lights in the auditorium turned on, the audience stood up and began to leave. As for the Hollywood stars sitting in the front row, they would attend the dinner organized by Charlie later.

At the same time, the backstage was equally lively, with many staff applauding and hugging each other. This show was extremely successful, and there was not a single glitch in the process. This was quite impressive for PB staff who had never organized similar events before. rare.

Of course, this is also inseparable from Razek's commander-in-chief, three on-site directors, one general director, and a broadcast and recording company. These were all hired by Razek. It can be said that he provided almost all technical support.

Charlie was responsible for the content. When he appeared backstage, the staff gathered around and, in addition to applauding, they shouted Charlie's name in unison.

"Charlie, Charlie, Charlie..." Their expressions were excited, like some kind of fanatical believers.

Charlie quickly waved his thanks and didn't even dare to stay here longer. He was afraid that these people would surround him and throw him up. Foreigners like to celebrate like this, right?

He walked into the more inner area, which was originally the place where the models changed their clothes when they waited for the show.The so-called narrow single rooms are actually simply surrounded by a layer of cloth. They are roughly similar to the simplest changing rooms in shopping malls, and some even have no cloth at all.

When Charlie suddenly appeared here and saw a bunch of models changing into casual clothes in front of him, he said unconsciously: "Thank you for your efforts. I will prepare a dinner party later. If you have time, you can attend."

"Okay, boss." All the models responded in unison. Of course, you can refuse the arrangement of the sponsor's father, but you have to consider the consequences.

The voice of this Yingying Yanyan made Charlie's bones feel numb.Without stopping, he passed through the group of models.

This is the core of the backstage, and it is also the place where singers and celebrities rest. Many of them leave directly after the performance. There are not many left at the moment, but with the relevant assistant team, there are also a lot of people, woo woo hoo yang Yes, a little noisy.

Charlie briefly greeted many people, and finally found Taylor Swift, who was sitting in front of the makeup mirror, surrounded by three makeup artists.

"How was my performance?" Taylor asked expectantly.

"Objectively speaking...you are the best."

"You don't even know how nervous I am."

Charlie and Taylor didn't say much, and were about to go to Faith Hill, but they heard noisy voices from afar.

"Where's Charlie Rossi? Where are they?"

Charlie heard someone calling his name and looked along the sound.

I saw the legendary superstar, Madonna, who was surrounded by more than a dozen people, approaching her.

To say that this year's Madonna may not be related to the word "grandma", after all, she is only 49 years old, but considering her various sperm-making behaviors, Charlie is still prepared to stay away from her.

A group of bodyguards and assistants surrounded Charlie. Madonna, who was still wearing a "bathrobe", glanced at Taylor Swift next to Charlie, with a look in her eyes mixed with dissatisfaction.

"When we signed the contract, we made it clear that Ms. Madonna would be the finale guest. Now that you have been suspected of breach of contract, we will initiate a lawsuit in the District Court of Illinois!" Madonna's manager shouted.

This is a short man, who looks to be around 50 or [-] years old, but he is wearing a tight vest, colorful bracelets on his arms, silver earrings are shining, his short hair is permed with tin foil, and the beard under his lips is shaved deliberately It became an inverted triangle.

Looking at the orientation in a coquettish way, something is not right.

"There may be some misunderstanding. Taylor Swift is the special guest, so of course the finale is Ms. Madonna." Charlie Rossi said innocently.

"Don't play word games..."

"That's enough, Pete." Madonna suddenly stopped her.

In fact, if you look closely, Madonna's skin has begun to relax, and there are fine crow's feet at the corners of her eyes. The thick gouache foundation is spread on her face, looking precarious like the paint on an ancient building, which may peel off at any time.

"Charlie Rossi, I think it's better for you to come up with a proper way to deal with it and find a place where it's convenient to talk." She pointed at Charlie.

Charlie turned to Taylor, who was standing beside her and eager to protect her boyfriend, and said, "I'm going to deal with this crazy woman. You take off your makeup and go find Faith. I'll go find you two later."

Taylor nodded vigorously and squinted at Madonna, the Queen of Pop.

In the separate VIP lounge of the Kodak Theater, Charlie and Madonna sat on the sofa and communicated in low voices.

Madonna crossed her legs, but still wore the "bathrobe", which was worn during makeup, so it was convenient to change clothes for performances at any time.

This action inevitably exposes something.

This reminded Charlie of some weird news about her, the first of which was her "amazing love" with Da Chong. It was said that Da Chong took the initiative to break up, saying that Madonna was too "crazy".

Not to mention more recently, just a few weeks ago, the media took photos of her and Guy Ritchie heading to the parking lot after a tryst at a hotel.

Of course, this is nothing to Grandma Mai, she has eaten even tender grass.

The problem is, the toy she was carrying was clearly photographed, and it was a wearable one.

It can only be said that Guy Ritchie can be regarded as a man who can bend and stretch.

"OK, no matter what, you provoked me first, and you have to make amends." Madonna was not in the mood to listen to Charlie's repeated statement.

"What kind of compensation?" Charlie was ready to bargain.

If it is still within the acceptable range, it is not unacceptable. After all, in a strict sense, she did set up a stage for Taylor, and no one can deny this.

Seeing Charlie relaxed, Madonna had a faint smile on her face: "Young man, I'm not short of money."

Then she put her hand on Charlie's leg.

"I have heard your story. You are the real genius. Do you know why I agreed to the performance invitation? I want to get to know you. To be precise, I want to get to know you better."

She immediately untied her belt, then pulled it open with both hands, lifting up her robe.

Charlie couldn't tell.

"I reserve the right to report your harassment to me to the Los Angeles police." Charlie was really speechless.

Is this crazy woman's brain twitching?
"Oh, young man, you are really disappointing. You make me unhappy, you know?" Madonna shook her head and said with her hands on her hips.

"If you keep doing this, I'll stuff your head into the ceiling. Do you understand me?"

Madonna even looked expectant.

"Yes, that's it. I like your violent way, like punishing unscrupulous paparazzi. I really hope you can perform a part for me."

Charlie didn't stay any longer, got up and walked out of the room without even closing the door.

A staff member who was passing by accidentally glanced inside and saw the frank Madonna, and was so frightened that she quickly closed the door.

"It's getting more and more interesting." The smile on Madonna's face grew stronger.

(End of this chapter)