Hollywood superstar XX history [travel]

This is a very good young man!

27. At the age of eight, wearing a well-fitting suit and gold-rimmed glasses, he exudes the unique aura of the East Coast elite.

Although the outline is not refined enough, but his brows and eyes are deep. After taking off his glasses, his eyes are raised, giving people a rich and gorgeous feeling, which is indescribably tasteful.Perhaps knowing this, he put on glasses on purpose.

"Mr. Peston, hello, I'm Lance Clark, the manager of WMA." He spoke with a typical Upper East Side accent in New York, neatly, "Michael Clark thinks you need my assistance."

Michael Clark? !

Because he heard that someone who claimed to be a broker was looking for Vogt, Sid dragged the reluctant Vogt along.Compared with the good and bad brokers who had self-recommended before, the first impression of the people who came this time was that they were professional, shrewd, and capable, and their grades had been improved by more than two levels.

And as soon as he opened his mouth, Sid immediately looked at Vogt!

Vogt touched his nose. He didn't mention Michael Clark's invitation to Sid. He rejected his idol. Sid would never give him good fruit.

"I thought I had a deal with Michael," Vogt said sullenly.He couldn't speak ill of an old man who had expressed his kindness to him, so although he refused to join the WMA, he and Michael Clark got along relatively happily.He thought Michael knew exactly what he meant.

Lance Clark didn't answer immediately. He glanced at Sid and said lightly, "Michael has something to tell you. Can you find a more private place and listen to me alone?"

"It doesn't matter that Sid is there," Vogt said.

"No, Vogue, I'll go out and talk to this Mr. Clark slowly." Sid said with a straight face.

Vogt looked at him: "Sid..."

Sidra opened the door: "Talk about it."

Vogt frowned distressedly as he watched his slightly stiff back disappearing through the door.

It was all because this man named Lance Clark gave him a blow that he was caught off guard!When Vogt turned to Lance, his face was not very good: "You can say it."

"Mr. Peston, we need a place with more privacy," Lance emphasized.

Vogt was tired of his jittering, so he lowered his face: "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it!"

Without further ado, Lance packed his briefcase and stood up: "Michael thinks you have great potential, but obviously he missed it this time! Vogt Peston, I don't think you want to be an actor at all! Since that's the case, we don't Waste each other's time, goodbye!" Actually, they really stepped up and wanted to leave.

Vogt choked, and retorted: "If this is the quality of a WMA agent, I think rejecting Michael is a very correct decision!"

Lance stared sharply at Vogt, who smiled ironically and looked back at him coldly.The gazes of the two collided in the air, sparks of tit-for-tat burst out, and they refused to give in to each other.

In the end, Vogt felt that he was barely a beauty, so he softened his heart and said, "Come with me."

Vogt took him to the lounge of troupe director Tim Rodriguez.When Vogt came to the King’s Theater, it was originally Tim who helped him get the role. After getting the role, Vogt did not hesitate to choose him to "squeeze". Tim had nothing to do with him, and even the key to the lounge was stolen. .

There are sofas and a small bar in the lounge, which is exquisite and comfortable.After the door is closed, no one will bother except Tim, who just happened to be away today.

"Coffee?" Vogt asked politely.

Lance said coldly, "Water, thank you."

While pouring water, Vogt asked, "Clark, are you Michael's relative?"

"He's my grandfather," Lance said briefly.

Vogt put the water glass in front of him: "So, if he didn't ask you to come, you wouldn't come?"

"No, Michael has always had a good eye." Lance glanced at Vogt. "Of course, he is almost 80 years old, and my grandmother is very annoyed that he sneaked out to meet you again."

"You hate me." Vogt spread his hands and changed the topic, "But you came here uninvited, can't I be angry because I was interrupted?"

Lance said: "You have the right to be angry, but equally, I can be angry about wasting time when I didn't expect it! I am a professional agent for the WMA, and let me remind you, I have more than one client on my hands-and you Not even my client, thank God!"

Vogt protested: "Hey, am I that bad?"

"Are you that bad?" Lance sneered, "I don't think you want to be an actor at all!"

Vogt found him unreasonable: "But I'm already an actor, and many people can testify."

"Actor? Maybe, I can correct you. You are indeed an actor. You don't have any future." Lance said decisively.

Vogt felt his anger rising again.Granted, for a long time he refused to be an actor, but now he's changed his mind, and he's playing The New Phantom at the King's, which is very successful, very popular, and he's still working on it.But the man in front of him repeatedly denied him, thinking that he didn't want to be an actor at all?Now that he has made initial achievements?

"No future? Who do you think you are standing here for?"

"So I said I was wasting my time."

"Why? What is the reason?"

Lance snorted coldly: "If you want to be successful, you will reject Michael? If you cherish your actor status, you will play ridiculous 'dress-up' games, keep avoiding your fans, and squander their favorability towards you The most absurd thing is that you're still hooking up with your partner, Hayley Atwell's manager, a man, without even trying to hide it too much?"

"My new client is nobody, not only gay, but also brave enough to come out? Don't make fun of me!"

Vogt was speechless for a moment. He blinked and retorted weakly: "It's not as serious as you said..."

Lance didn't let him go: "Sir, do you really not know what being gay is in Hollywood?"

Vogt said nothing.

Lance said bluntly: "That means 90% of your acting career has been ruined."

Vogt wiped his face: "Shouldn't a man be more honest?"

Lance couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and said in a tone of admonishing a child: "No one asks you to lie, but you don't want to tell the truth, and you know how to cover up."

Vogt stopped talking again, and turned his face away in some resistance.

"You are not ready to be a real actor, Mr. Peston." Lance softened his tone a little, "Maybe you think you have worked hard enough, but in my eyes, the effort you put in is only ten percent of what you really need to put in. One in one. Do you really want to be an actor, Master Pfister?"

Hearing the last address, Vogt turned his head and stared at Lance!

Lance pushed his glasses: "I'm a competent agent. I need to know you to understand your needs, so I did some research..."

"Real name Vogt Pfister, the youngest son of the largest shareholder and CEO of Pfister Automobile Manufacturing Company in Germany, a top student at Oxford University, who played the leading role in the musical "The Phantom of the Opera" by the Oxford University Drama Club, and worked as an actor in Los Angeles A professional model for a year, she once had a close relationship with Charles Fanning's new favorite, Jasper Brown..."

"Enough!" Vogt yelled.To this day, he still doesn't want to hear Jasper Brown's name, and the prefix is ​​still harsh "Charles Fanning's new favorite".

Lance: "Look, you could be more naked than a lamb if you put your mind to it. You should be glad you haven't been on Broadway long enough to catch the hounds' attention. But keep going, before you make up your mind , you have lost all opportunities. Or, are you still thinking in your head, 'If you can't be an actor, you can go home and be a young master'? Completely forget your original intention of running away from home?"

Vogt's face was clouded.His beautiful amber eyes were so deep they seemed to freeze.

Lance was stared at by him for a long time, and he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.He looked away without a trace.

"Very exciting!" Vogt exhaled, clapped his hands, and said with a raised voice, "Extremely convincing."

Lance slowly put away his aggressive face and regained his intellectual calm: "I'm sorry, I just want you to face the reality, if you really want to be a successful actor. After all, your current situation is worrying, my grandfather He likes you very much, and he is very worried that you will destroy yourself without knowing it."

"Michael must be very happy that his grandson is doing so well," Vogt said.

Lance had a half-smile: "He thinks that no one in the WMA can stand against you except me."

Vogt tugged at the corners of his lips: "Such a compliment doesn't suit you, Lance."

"I generally don't like to lie." Lance said, "Listen to your reasons for rejecting Michael. Besides his age, is his appearance not in line with your aesthetics?"

Vogt raised his eyebrows: "Isn't that obvious?" The close partner was an old man with a wrinkled face?He will definitely be passive and sabotage.

"Do I fit your aesthetics?" Lance took off his glasses and played with them in his hands, "You like my eyes, don't you?"

"This is your self-recommendation?" Vogt almost sighed, the beauty is too smart to make people happy and worried.

"Have you decided to hire me?"

"I don't think I can afford your salary." Vogt murmured, his financial situation was worrying, and hiring Lance Clark would definitely require a steady stream of astronomical remuneration.

"Don't worry, I won't charge you for the first three months." Lance said, "After three months, you have to figure it out yourself, or I'll figure it out."

"Let you find a way?" Vogt thanked Bumin and shook his head, "No, you will sell me."

Lance's thick eyebrows relaxed: "When you become my important customer, maybe I will be reluctant."

Vogt blinked innocently, and asked in a low voice, "Are you really willing?"

Lance smiled: "Do you know why Michael asked me to come?"

"Oh?"

"Because he thinks I fit your aesthetics, and I won't be easily fascinated by you, and you can get whatever you want." Lance put on his glasses again, "Voge, don't waste your charm on me, I'm not gay, I've already Have a stable girlfriend."