Hollywood superstar XX history [travel]

In the early morning of Saturday, the crisp doorbell "Ding Dong Ding Dong" rang, full of regularity and rhythm, not too harsh, but enough to disturb people's dreams.

"Hmm..." It was Sid who woke up first.Yesterday Vogt learned the news that the King's Theater was going to terminate his contract with him, and had a quarrel with Tim and the others, full of anger and grievances. Just when he was delivered to the door, Vogt caught him trying to "act like a baby", while coaxing him to faint with sweet words Tao Tao, tossing him unceremoniously.Thinking of the madness last night, Sid's waist and legs couldn't help but feel weak, and there was always a trembling feeling of being pressed and bitten by the little wolf dog.

"Go and open the door, Vogt..." Sid pushed Vogt, yawning and murmuring.

Vogt was sleeping on his stomach, his head turned to Sid, his hands under the pillow, his naked and smooth body was white and graceful.Pushed by Sid, he didn't have the slightest intention of waking up, his face was buried deeper into the pillow, the brows were full of childishness, which made his mature and handsome face exude an extraordinarily pure flavor.

Sid opened his eyes unconsciously, and couldn't help reaching out to touch his warm face with gentle movements.Vogt at this moment was not as domineering and aggressive as last night, but was incredibly docile, and he even unconsciously rubbed Sid's hand.Sid couldn't help laughing, and couldn't bear to wake him up.

Sid leaned on his waist and got out of bed lightly, stepped on the snow-white wool carpet with bare feet and walked to open the door.

But as soon as he opened the door, Sid immediately felt a little embarrassed.Standing at the door was Lance Clark in a neat suit. The waist design outlined his figure with an unparalleled aura.

Clearly feeling that he had done nothing wrong, Sid felt a little guilty when facing Lance, and said dryly, "Good morning, Mr. Clark."

"Good morning." Lance nodded calmly. He passed Sid into the apartment and waited for Sid to close the door. He said lightly, "I hope that this behavior of opening the door without looking at the visitor will not happen next time."

Sid's face flushed, and he scratched his hair uncomfortably—he was still in rumpled Vogt's pajamas: "I-I'll pay attention next time..."

"Next time." Lance repeated the two words without emotion, looking at Sid with scrutiny.

Sid chokes, he immediately understands Lance's subtext, he doesn't want to see him answer the door "next time".His heart sank. He knew that Vogt would not take the initiative to publicize their relationship to others, even if the object was Lance Clark—Vogt had always resisted this agent.Then Lance was not surprised to see him just now, obviously he had already noticed something during the last meeting.With Vogt getting along well with everyone, why would he keep refusing to sign with Lance because of... him?

No agent would be happy to see their star client is gay.They must have had a discussion about his existence, and it didn't turn out very well.

Sure enough, Lance's next sentence confirmed Sid's guess.Lance said: "I remember that you are Hayley Atwell's manager. I thought Saul Debby should have a better vision."

Sid's expression changed!

Lance's tone wasn't contemptuous or angry, it was even reserved, but it humiliated Sid more than anything.Because he was negating Sid's work, from the mouth of his idol Michael Clark's grandson, thinking that he was not qualified to be a competent agent.And Lance's knowledge of his background frightened him, did he know Saul Debby?Will tell Saul Debby what he's doing in America?

Was Lance Clark warning him?

Sid had always considered his relationship with Vogt a personal matter, not work related.But at this moment, he was suddenly not so sure.

"Lance Clark, why are you here?" Vogt walked out stretched and was surprised to see Lance.He was already awake when Sid left the bed, but because of hypoglycemia, he had been in a daze, and he was only slightly awake until just now.He heard voices in the living room downstairs, put on his trousers and came down.

He didn't expect Lance to come.After he moved to the new apartment, Lance never set foot inside.Besides, they didn't talk to each other yesterday because of the suspension of the signing. He thought that Lance would not want to talk to him in a short time.

"Good morning, Sid." However, the presence of Lance did not affect Vogt's good mood.He walked up to Sid, smiled and kissed him on the lips, and greeted him.

Sid forced a smile.For a moment he wanted to avoid Vogt's kiss, but when he thought of Lance, he suddenly changed his mind.

"Good morning, Vogue."

"What are you talking about?" Vogt didn't ignore the strangeness he sensed in his presence.The atmosphere between Sid and Lance is weird.

"It's nothing, you know I've always wanted to know Mr. Clark," Sid said. "I'm going to buy breakfast. You talk to Mr. Clark?"

"Isn't there still toast in the kitchen?" Vogt asked.

"It's over, Fred should buy some today... Forget it, I'll buy it!" Sid said.

"Thank you!" Vogt said happily.

Sid kissed Vogt on the cheek and turned to wash and change.

"Lance, sit down for a while, I'll be back soon." Vogt remembered that he hadn't brushed his teeth and washed his face, and chased Sid upstairs.

The soundproofing effect of the apartment is not very good. Lance can also hear the sound of Vogt and Sid playing downstairs. They are both cheerful and lively people, and they are also lively together.

Lance looked down at his hands, wondering what he was thinking.

Vogt and Sid were fully dressed when they went downstairs again, and Sid nodded to Lance and went straight out.Vogt was in high spirits, and the blows he had suffered yesterday bore little trace on him.

"Lance, do you want water? All I have is water and milk. I'll drink the milk after breakfast is ready. Have you had breakfast?" Vogt asked while drinking water.

"No, thanks, I've eaten." Lance said.

Vogt stared at him and asked innocently, "So, you plan to start asking questions?"

Lance said softly: "It turns out that you didn't listen to me at all, didn't you?" From the first meeting, he warned him not to continue entangled with Hayley Atwell's agent.Even if it's just friends with benefits, the identity of a broker is not safe.But look what Vogt is doing?Being in love with this guy named Sid in a paparazzi apartment?

If it weren't for the insistence of his most respected grandpa Michael Sr., and he had seen Vogt's Phantom, Lance would really have given up.When did he compromise so much?Not charging a fee and being disgusted!

"I swear, I do." Vogt held up his hands in surrender.After being taught a lesson by Sid last night, he really reflected on his attitude towards Lance.Whatever Lance's attitude, he was actually helping him, and he wasn't doing anything that he really disliked.He shouldn't enjoy the other party's consideration for him and help him for free, but at the same time keep rejecting and pushing him away.Consider what he said to Tim, "My agent is from the WMA," and that's the only way Vogt can get tough with the King's at the moment.

He used Lance, but ignored his kindness because of prejudice.Vogt felt really ashamed.

Perhaps aware of Vogt's change of attitude, Lance's expression eased a little: "Oh, where?"

"Matt and Fred have both had sleepovers with me," Vogt said. "Sid's been the least frequent." He can play pretty much anyone.Off the stage, he is always approachable, and even the paparazzi who followed him and took pictures of him have become his friends.Like Matt, Fred, Vogt walked with them, they were all shoulder-to-shoulder buddies, Matt was also kicked out because of a quarrel with Anna (the couple had already lived together), and came to seek refuge with Vogt , was greatly laughed at by him.Sid's occasional overnight stays never raised eyebrows, and many people knew he was on good terms with Vogt.Not everyone has Lance's insight.

"Very smart." Lance clapped his hands. "At least he knows how to disperse the target. Keep working hard."

Vogt rolled his eyes: "Lance, put away your vitriol. Do you even care who I sleep with?"

"In fact, in Hollywood, if you want to maintain your status, you'd better discuss it with your agent if you fall in love, get engaged, get married, get divorced, and have children," Lance said. Get into trouble, and you’re the one who’s going to suffer in the end.”

"But if I get in trouble, isn't that why I hire an agent?" Vogt said. "I don't pay to be obedient."

"In theory, what you said is correct. This is one of the reasons why you need public relations (PR)." Lance said, "However, no one person or team is omnipotent. When you deliberately struggle with your future, the last Good resources can't help you either. I don't care who you sleep with, I just ask you to be smarter than most people, at least better than the paparazzi, don't be photographed, don't be exposed."

Vogt: "I'm not a fool, and Sid can be trusted."

Lance: "Are you sure? Forgive me for being blunt, after Jasper Brown?"

"You don't know anything." Vogt frowned. "You don't know anything about what happened between me and Jasper."

"I don't know Jasper Brown, but I know what kind of person Charles Fanning is, and Jasper Brown has become his favorite."

"Even so, I won't doubt my current lover because of what my ex-boyfriend did." Vogt said seriously. "It's not fair. I believe in Sid."

Lance wanted to laugh at the naivety and pointlessness of his idea, but met his particularly determined amber eyes, and he was silent for a moment.

"...So, you want to tell me that you are a gay through and through?" Lance asked seriously.

"I don't know." Vogt shrugged. "I don't care about gender, as long as I love him or her enough."

"Understood." Lance nodded, "Before you get carried away by love, we can temporarily put this question aside."

Vogt: "I have no problem. I don't think you're here to criticize my relationship with Sid."

"Believe me, I don't have so much time." Lance said seriously, "Wei Bo wants to see you."

"Weber?" Vogt blinked and clicked his tongue. "That Weber?"

Lance nodded: "That's right, that Webber, a world-class musical theater master, the author of "The Phantom of the Opera", Andrew Lloyd Webber."