Hollywood Delight 28 Voice Of An Angel

It had been almost an hour since you were there, and you hoped that she is still there.

Marks follows you closely behind. He wasn't sure why he had listened to you and your antic. Perhaps it was because you surprised him with your songwriting skills.

In his experience, it was not easy crafting such a beautiful lyric. It is even more so for you as you have no experience as a songwriter.

You peek inside the recording room when you got there and find it completely empty. It is somewhat expected, considering how much time and money it cost to record an audition tape.

Mark also looks inside the room. "So, what are we doing here?"

"Looking for an angel."

You answer nonchalantly and head back outside. You go and check the common room. Many people are there, but not the ones you are looking for.

Christina must have left with her parents. You could find someone else as singer or leave it for another day. However, that would be giving up.

You want Christina to sing your song, and you must try your best to do so.

You recall how many people were there in the recording room before, watching her and listening in on her voice. They must have been impressed by her vocal just like you have.

You decide to be bold and stand up on a table in the common room.

"Can I have all of your attention please!"

Once everyone looks at you, you continue.

"Does anyone have Mr. or Mrs. Aguilera's phone number? Please give them a call as their daughter has left some of her belongings behind in the recording room. Thank you very much."

You get off the table and head back out of the common room. Some people take out their phone and begin dialing.

Mark glares at you disapprovingly. He didn't say anything until he notices that you are heading back to the recording room from before.

"Dude, you can go there and wait. I don't have time to idle around like you."

You nod in understanding.

"Okay. I will see you back in your room later."

When you are back in the recording room, you take a seat and begin waiting.

Since Christina and her parents had recently left the studio, they shouldn't be long coming back. You will give them about half an hour before finding someone else.

While you are stubborn and must have things your way, you aren't beyond reasons. You will find ways to achieve your goals and meet the same ends.

It is still better to have things as you envisioned. You envisioned Christina singing your song. It might be strange for a little girl to do so, but it is also an experiment to see the extend of your ability.

Since there is no one in the room, you decide to take out your reward for composing your first song.

With a thought, the golden chest materialized in your hands. You slowly opened it and found a black notebook within.

The golden chest vanishes the moment you took the notebook out of the chest.

"I wish I can keep…"

You close your mouth immediately. Despite how much you wish the chest remains behind, you should never say it out loud with the System listening in.

The b.a.s.t.a.r.d thing tries to have you bang your mother.

Letting out a heavy sigh, you look at the notebook in your hands and tries to read the t.i.tle. It was in a language you have never seen before. You are sure that it isn't in any known language in the world.

You open the notebook and found there was nothing inside. Just empty lined white pages.

"What am I supposed to do with this? Write the name of people I hate in here and see if they have a heart attack in 40 seconds?"

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"Yeah, yeah, I know."

You put the book into your inventory as leaving it around is too dangerous. It obviously isn't a normal notebook no matter its appearance.

You didn't want to test the notebook out by writing names inside. You might accidently become Kira if you did.

About 15 minutes later, the door open. A man and a woman head inside. Behind them are several of their children. One of them is who you are looking for.

"Excuse me, I had received a call that my daughter left something here."

You smile and get off the seat.

"Pardon me, Mr. and Mrs. Aguilera."

You greet them politely. Luckily you are wearing professionally due to the meeting at Lucasfilm earlier in the day.

"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 cla.s.s vocal and a B-cla.s.s 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 k.n.o.bs 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?"