28 Voice of an Angel (2/2)

Hollywood Delight Erosire 34630K 2022-07-20

”I represented Delight Records, a subsidiary of Delight Entertainment and a partner of Lucasfilm. We would like to have a moment of your time.”

You produce the Lucasfilm business card since you didn't have one for Delight Entertainment. You will need to produce some as soon as possible. There are so many opportunities that required them.

”Lucasfilm?” the man enquiries and accepts the business card with both hands. He has never heard of Delight Entertainment, but he has heard of Lucasfilm. It is the company behind Star Wars.

”Yes. Lucasfilm.”

You emphasize its prestige. You feel no shame in borrow George's name to do your dirty business. You will use every advantage available.

”How would you like your daughter to be a superstar, Mr. Aguilera?”

You ask while looking at Christina Aguilera.

Christina looks nothing like her adult self from your previous world, but you are sure it is her because of her skillsets. She has an A-class vocal and a B-class singing despite her young age.

”It's Mr. Kearns.”

Mr. Kearns corrects you. He didn't believe you and neither did his wife. If becoming a singer let alone a superstar was this easy, everyone would be one. He made his reluctant very clear.

”I can see great potential in your daughter. How about this? We can have her sing one of our newest songs? It will not take very long. We are willing to even pay for your time. $50 for just one hour.”

Seeing that they were in no hurry, Mr. Kearns and Mrs. Aguilera along with their children followed you back to Mark's recording room.

Mark wasn't surprised to see you, but he was surprised that your little stunt pays off. He immediately greets the couple and wonders which of the kids is the angel you were talking about.

”Can I talk to your daughter for a moment, Mr. Kearns?”

”As long as she is where I can see her.”

Mr. Kearns answers flatly, making you chuckle. You understand where he is coming from. As a parent, he is very protective of his children, even if they are not his biological children.

”Do I look a pedophile?”

You whisper to Mark.

”Yes.”

You narrow your eyes and leave it at that. You pay attention to the Christina and place a hand on her tiny shoulders. Ethereal green energies flow out of you and entering the girl.

”Christina. Are you nervous?”

”No. I'm not nervous.”

”Are you scare?”

”No. I'm not scare.”

”Good. Can you read and memorize this?”

You show her the song you wrote with your other hand. Throughout the whole time, you continue to boost her vocal and singing skill. She feels completely relaxed as you did, and it was a little strange to everyone present.

When both of her skillsets reach S-Rank and she understands how to sing your song, you allow her to enter the live room with a copy of your note.

”This is the angel you are talking about?”

”The one and only… at this time. Well, just listen and you will understand.”

Mark shrugs and adjusts the knobs on the console. He tells Christina to sing when she is ready. There is no need for background music or anything like that. Those are added later.

Christina nods and reads the song over in her mind before singing.

Sound waves emanating from her lips, forming a beautiful reddish color before surging across the air playfully. They bounce against the wall and reflect upon themselves, causing the red color to be greatly amplified.

You watch her sing for a moment before closing your eyes, immersing in the beautiful melody that fills your very being. Your heart beat faster and faster until the song climax before being release in a blissful state.

The song eventually ends and when you open your eyes, you can feel the tears swelling up.

”Sorry, I have something in my eyes.”

You apologize and rub your eyes.

”Me too.”

Mark also rubs his eyes.

You look at Christina as she was also tearful even though she did not know why. It seems that the song also affected her greatly.

This is a great success. You know this song will touch everyone's heart.

You smile at your friend and lean in to talk to him.

”Mark… can I borrow $50 bucks?”