The Number One Star in the Interstellar Era

BEFORE the make-up artist could answer, another wave of dizziness assaulted her. Because she was looking down, she didn't see the cold look that Astrid gave her.

"Sit here, I will call someone over." Although his voice sounded full of worry, it didn't translate to his face at all. He opened the door to the dressing room and called the nearest staff. "Excuse me, the make-up artist seems to not be feeling well. Can you please help her?"

The staff quickly walked inside the room. "What happened?"

"I- I don't know. I just felt dizzy all of a sudden," the make-artist said.

"Take her to the infirmary quickly. It might be something dangerous," Astrid said, acting like he was very worried.

"But she's the only make-up artist around," the staff said.

"It's fine. I can just do my own make-up. It's more important to check if she's really alright."

The staff looked at him as if he's an angel while a flash of guilt appeared on the make-up artist's face.

"But- would that really be alright?" the staff asked worriedly.

Astrid nodded. "Don't worry, I will explain everything to the photographer."

Despite looking reluctant, the staff still supported the make-up artist and led the other outside the room. Before the two completely walked out, the make-up artist whispered as she passed by him;

"I'm sorry."

Astrid raised his brow hearing that. The other was probably feeling guilty because of her intentional sabotaging of his make-up. Just based on that, he guessed that the make-up artist probably didn't do it on her own accord and she was simply following someone else's order.

If the other found out that he was the reason why she suddenly felt dizzy, he wondered how she would react. Well, not that it mattered. It's not like she would ever know anyway.

After the two left, he quickly used a make-up remover and applied make-up on his face. The set of clothes that were given to him were a set of black velvet long-sleeved shirt and fitted pants that were also made of some kind of soft and slick material. With just these clothes, he was sure that it's for the sexy and manly concept.

The make-up that the make-up artist tried to give him earlier was too light for that. It's like the make-up that he should have if he was going for the 'cool and indifferent' image. As a make-up artist, there's no way that she wouldn't know that. So, it's obvious that she did it on purpose.

That's why Astrid did what he did. If he couldn't trust the make-up artist, then it's better to do it himself.

Once again, he was grateful for the struggles he had during his past life. When he was just starting out as an actor, he couldn't afford to hire a make-up artist or a stylist. That would usually be fine. But the problem was, his face was the type that none would notice if he didn't at least enhance his features. It's also important to dress well to give others a better image of himself.

Since he lacked money, all he could do was to study applying make-up and styling on his own. Of course, it wouldn't be on the same level as professionals but it's enough to at least not look like some chap who's immediately forgotten by people.

And now, in this new life, he could still utilize that.

As he was applying make-up, the door suddenly opened and Ellis walked in.

"Astrid, I just saw the make-up artist—" she stopped speaking the moment she saw what Astrid was doing. In just a split second, her expression quickly turned dark. "Did that make-up artist pretend that she's not feeling well and leave you on your own devices here?"

It seemed that his agent had some misunderstanding. But Astrid didn't have time to correct that, so he only said, "No, she genuinely doesn't feel well."

"Yeah right," Ellis said, obviously not believing it. "Are you going to be okay? Maybe I should call a make-up artist here if this damn studio couldn't provide us with one."

"It's alright, Sister Ellis. If we do that, the photographer would surely make a big fuss over it," Astrid said as he continued to apply make-up. Then he looked at Ellis through the mirror in front of him. "Don't worry, I can manage."

Ellis looked at him and then sighed. "During the shoot, if you think the photographer is giving you the wrong direction, just do what you feel is right. You don't have to listen to him. And you also don't have to worry about any consequence of that. Because I'll make sure that the only one who would pay for that consequence is the person who deserves it."

Astrid smiled because he was already planning on doing just that. "Thank you, Sister Ellis. That's very reassuring."

Ellis then walked out of the room so as not to disturb him.

After Astrid finished with his make-up, he started to style his hair according to the concept. He did all that in just less than 10 minutes.

The moment he walked out of the dressing room, he could hear the gasped of the people around. He ignored that and walked up to the photographer.

"I'm ready," he said, calling out to the other.

"Finally! I thought you were taking a bath—" the photographer stopped the moment he turned around and saw Astrid.

The teenager was wearing all black with a few buttons of the top loosened, completely showing his clavicle and a white expanse of chest. The color of the eyeshadow he used made his dark eyes smoky. His lips also appeared much redder but not to the point that one would think that it's too much. In fact, the first thing they would think was just how kissable those lips were.

Then, there's the hair that was slightly pulled back. It only added to this masculine atmosphere surrounding him.

Everything was just screaming 'seductive and manly'.