Chapter 100: Chapter 99: Disgracing the Art, Awful Choreography
Seeing Edward Monroe getting more and more confused, Ethan Song sighed and picked up the phone to say, "Stop teasing him."
If this keeps up, he’s going to shut down.
Claire Green casually said, "What, feeling sorry for him?"
Ethan Song glanced at someone and spoke softly, "Yeah, he’s almost done recording his song. Do you want to come over and take a look?"
"Sure, send me the address."
After hanging up, Ethan Song directly sent the location.
"So, is she coming?" Edward Monroe asked eagerly.
Ethan Song got up, pulled him up, and hooked his arm around his neck as they walked forward. "She’s coming, so shouldn’t we take a shower first? Otherwise, you look quite unpresentable."
Edward Monroe looked down at himself in confusion. There didn’t seem to be any problem. How was he unpresentable?
Ethan Song didn’t care about his thoughts at the moment and promptly pushed him into the bathroom, closing the door with a bang.
"Ethan Song, are you crazy? I haven’t even got my clothes," Edward Monroe’s unhappy voice came out.
Ethan Song chuckled lazily, "You shower first. I’ll get them for you."
Upon hearing this.
Edward Monroe didn’t bother to be polite anymore, considering this wasn’t the first time.
He simply stripped off his soggy clothes and threw them aside, standing under the shower.
After a while, there was a crisp knock on the door.
Ethan Song, holding the clothes, lazily said, "Open the door, take your clothes."
"Bring them in for me," Edward Monroe responded.
Ethan Song was silent for a few seconds, his eyes darkened slightly, and he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Open the door and get them yourself. What does it look like for me to bring them in?"
Upon hearing this, Edward Monroe wrapped a towel around himself, opened the door in annoyance, and snatched the clothes from his hand. "What’s wrong with you? You didn’t used to say that."
With a bang, he slammed the door shut.
Looking at the closed door in front of him, Ethan Song sighed, a bitter smile on his lips.
Dumbass, what was then is not now!
...
When Claire Green arrived at the studio and saw the two dressed in suits, she raised an eyebrow.
Her eyes, dark and bright, held a hint of interest. "Pretty fast."
The two, immediately understanding what she meant, reacted differently.
Edward Monroe, like a cat with its fur standing on end, said, "I told you, it’s not what you think. I just finished a dance practice, felt sweaty, and thought meeting you like that wouldn’t be right, so I took a shower."
Sitting on the other side, Ethan Song supported his head with one hand, watching someone explain with amusement.
Claire Green lazily gestured with her hand, speaking meaningfully, "Then tell me, what do I think it is?"
"Isn’t it about me and Ethan..." Mid-sentence, Edward Monroe immediately realized something was off and went silent.
Dare I say I’m being set up?
Seeing someone about to jump with frustration, Ethan Song quickly spoke, "Alright, weren’t you going to let K listen to the song demo? Let’s go."
With his reminder, Edward Monroe remembered he had forgotten the most important thing and couldn’t help but give an apologetic smile.
"It’s just a song, for the top trend, that’s long enough," Claire Green, with her hands in her pockets, lazily followed alongside them, her voice tinged with teasing.
Edward Monroe’s steps paused, and he touched his scarred face with a wry smile. "It’s a long story."
"Make a long story short," Claire Green succinctly said.
Ethan Song saw his hesitant expression and directly explained the situation.
"Because this guy’s face was disfigured, he lost a large number of fans. The company then thought he had no value, even though he argued that it was his face that was ruined, not his voice. He could still sing."
At this point, Ethan Song paused slightly, glanced at Edward Monroe, and continued when he saw his impassive expression.
"But the company was adamant, directly telling him that disfigurement meant losing everything. Nowadays, people only care about looks—who really listens to your singing?
Originally, Monroe’s contract was about to end; they had promised to renew it, but with this incident, the company didn’t hesitate to terminate it.
After news of his contract termination spread in the circle, all major recording studios claimed their studios were full and unavailable; within a short period, it felt like a lifetime had passed. The so-called ’when a wall falls, everyone gives a shove’ is what’s happening. This current studio is still thanks to my friend."
As soon as he finished speaking.
Claire Green raised her eyelids slightly, one corner of her mouth curling up slowly, and said casually, "In that case, are you interested in joining a new company?"
What does that mean?
Facing their gazes, Claire Green’s eyes glimmered mischievously, her clear and magnetic voice emerging from beneath the mask, "The current scene is too calm. How can it be exciting without some chaos?"
"You mean joining your company?"
The two weren’t dull, instantly understanding upon hearing this.
But isn’t such a tone too bold—wanting to make the entertainment circle exciting?
Claire Green gave an ’um’ and said nonchalantly, "Consider it. Now listen to your recorded song."
...
After listening to the sample, Claire Green’s eyes briefly showed appreciation; no wonder he was a top trend right from debut.
"How is it," Edward Monroe asked, having released so many songs, this was the first time he felt nervous.
Claire Green raised an eyebrow, slowly saying, "Not bad."
Upon hearing the answer, Edward Monroe finally relaxed his tense heart.
"How’s the choreography?" Claire Green’s slender hand casually glided over the equipment, speaking softly.
"It’s done too. Do you want to see it?"
"Okay."
Next, the three directly moved to the dance rehearsal room.
As the accompaniment played, Edward Monroe’s eyes changed dramatically, and his body followed with various movements. It had to be said his physical balance was quite good.
Claire Green leaned against the wall, watching the man dance, her refined brows slightly furrowing.
The person who choreographed this dance must have issues.
When the song ended, Edward Monroe panted and looked at the girl, gasping, "Is it fine?"
And with that.
He heard the girl’s indifferent single word, "Lame."
Instantly, the atmosphere in the dance rehearsal room turned tense.
"K, you call that lame?" Ethan Song stared, somewhat displeased.
"Dull, tedious, can’t even capture attention. Is your choreographer a beginner?"
Claire Green’s eyes were full of indifference, her voice laced with hidden disdain.
"You..."
Ethan Song wanted to say something, but Edward Monroe stopped him. He looked at the girl and slowly spoke.
"Honestly, I also felt like this dance was dull, completely mismatched with the song."
"Good awareness, scrap this dance immediately."
Hearing this, Edward Monroe was indecisive, "But suddenly giving up now, it’s hard to find anyone better at choreography at the moment, you know my current situation."
Initially, when he saw the choreography, he knew it wasn’t right, but now even those with a bit of fame are reluctant to work with him, leaving him no choice but to settle for less.
"Ugh, troublesome," Claire Green’s eyes showed impatience as she took off her jacket and walked directly to the center.
The two looked at her actions with confused faces, suddenly hearing a cold voice, "Accompaniment."
Is she going to dance?
The two looked at each other in disbelief. Could it be that she could really write songs and choreograph?