My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Shh!"

Bellis next to her raised her finger and looked over with a teasing look.

It wasn’t that people couldn’t talk at the scene. The main thing was that the song Ethan happened to click on was Taylor’s hit single, which attracted everyone’s attention.

"My fault."

Ethan shrugged and whispered.

The rehearsal continued with Taylor running from the middle of the stage all the way down.

Only then did Ethan notice that there was a T stage like a model catwalk below. She was dancing on the T stage with the backup dancers.

"This one can be raised and lowered."

Bellis waved her hands and said excitedly: "The T stage will be raised several meters high by then."

"With the device close to the stage, the entire catwalk can move in a fan shape."

"Imagine what it will be like when Taylor stands on top, slowly moving over the heads of countless fans waving light sticks."

“Spectacular!”

Ethan thought about that scene and could only use that word to describe it.

"Yes, it's spectacular."

Bellis's eyes seemed to be shining, and she said excitedly: "This is a design that few others have used. By then, Taylor will become a person that attracts worldwide attention!"

"Buzz."

The phone vibrated, and Ethan ignored the excited guy and walked aside with the phone.

"Hey, did you get anything?"

"Yes, but it's of no use." Eileen's voice sounded:

"There are so many people who know that Taylor lives in that house, and there are many celebrities involved. There is no way to verify this one by one."

"We have investigated the list of people who know the location of her room."

"The financial situation is fine."

Erin continued: “None have criminal records.”

"Please, isn't there any good news?" Ethan frowned and asked, "What about explosives background? Are there any retired soldiers?"

"This has."

Erin said helplessly: "Her private security guards all have service records."

"But this is a normal thing, right?"

This is indeed normal. There is nothing to say. Ethan thought for a while and asked, "Where is the vehicle that delivers the cake?"

"Under investigation." Erin complained:

"Damn it, we're all dizzy watching the surveillance, but you're out there getting a big salary, it's not fair."

Ethan smiled and asked: "What do you want?"

"I want compensation!" Erin said decisively, "I'll give you two photos and find a way to get Taylor to sign them, please, please!"

"Hey, what are you talking about?"

Ethan patted his phone: "Why is the signal here so bad? I can't hear anything."

"I heard you clearly, you..."

"Dudu."

Before she could finish her words, Ethan hung up the phone.

You also need to sign, don’t even think about it.

How could I do such a thing? It was too embarrassing, so I didn't give Eileen a chance to plead.

The phone vibrated again, and Irene sent a text message, which showed a few crying little yellow faces, plus two bayonets.

Ethan smiled and turned off the screen.

"Yo~"

Just then, there was a shout from nearby.

Turning his head, he saw three men in black suits sitting on a box next to the stage, smoking cigarettes and looking at him unkindly.

It was Taylor's personal security that marginalized them due to their own arrival.

Because I was on the phone just now, I walked to the side of the stage, which happened to be not far from them.

"Call me?"

Ethan pointed to his chest.

"Yes, it's you."

One of them threw the cigarette butt on the ground and said in a bad tone: "Quarterback, can we talk for a while?"

The person who spoke was the one with the mohawk who tried to block him outside the conference room door last night.

It seems that he wants to find trouble.

"Listen, I'm just temporary." Ethan walked over and said, "I'll only work for three days. I can't control what happens to you after that, okay?"

"Tiaozi, where did you come from?"

The mohawk ignored his words and asked about his history: "Marine Corps, Army, Air Force?"

"Nowhere."

Ethan shook his head and stretched out his hand: "Well, before you cause trouble with me, how about I shake your hand first?"

"Everyone is working for Taylor, there is no need to make it look ugly."

"I believe you still have this level of professionalism, right?"

"Of course." Mohawk stood up and looked at Ethan with a stiff neck: "We are not unreasonable people. Since you want to steal work, we have to test whether your hands are tough."

If you are from the military, it will be easier to negotiate.

Since it's nothing, it needs to be given a show of strength.

Two palms, one big and one small, collided hard.

"Come on, Rick."

"Rick, give him a good look."

When the two men in black suits next to him saw this, they immediately started making noises softly.

Rick's forearms are thick, with bulging muscles, and his palms are like eagle talons. It seems that he should have been exercising regularly.

Unfortunately, he was facing Ethan.

After a few seconds, Rick's face turned red.

"Do you want to continue?" Ethan was also pinched painfully, but he could withstand it completely and added a little more strength to go up.

"That's it."

Rick's mouth twitched and he nodded slightly.

Feeling that the other party had withdrawn his strength, he quickly let go of his hand, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

"You have good strength."

Ethan smiled at him, turned around and left, continuing back to Taylor's vicinity.

You got the money yourself, so you can't be lazy and steal for too long.

Rick looked at Ethan's leaving back and put the hand he had just held behind his back, his fingers still trembling.

The rehearsal lasted until 11:30 noon, when Taylor stopped breathing out of breath.

The dancers dispersed, and Ethan walked over with Bellis carrying the fast food they had ordered.

"Thanks."

Returning the kettle to Bellis, Taylor looked at the fast food handed to him and thought about what happened last night.

He was reluctant to get a wine glass, but he didn't expect that the other party would even bring him food: "Just leave it to Bellis. This is not your job."

"It's just convenient."

Ethan smiled and handed over his hand: "I rarely serve someone like this, so hurry up and take it."

"Well, thank you."

Taylor took the snack and sat cross-legged directly on the stage.

At this time, she didn't have the demeanor of a superstar at all, and she started gobbling up the pasta in a carefree manner.

"You can listen now."

Taylor picked up a meat ball, looked at Ethan who was sitting next to him and smiled: "How about I give you some advice?"

"cough!"

Ethan looked at the open Soldier Field and coughed awkwardly: "I'm just curious."

"It doesn't matter."

Taylor waved his hand nonchalantly: "It is created for people to listen to."

"Okay!" Ethan stopped being hesitant, took out his phone and switched to YouTube.

The sound that had been interrupted just now was resumed.

Taylor on the side hummed along from time to time.

Ethan didn't know that if Taylor's fanatic fans knew about the treatment he was enjoying now, they would have the intention to kill him.

In the video, there is a little girl wearing instant noodles and a princess dress who loves to dream.

Next to her, there is a superstar with the style of a heroine.

Ethan smiled and shook his head, giving people the feeling of someone from an imaginary world coming to real life.

The lyrics are simple, straightforward and catchy.

The melody of "Brainwashing" is a bit bland at first, but the more you listen to it, the better it gets.

"Yes, good music."

At the end of the video, the sound faded, and Ethan nodded and gave Taylor a thumbs up.

“Just good music?”

There was no response from Taylor, and Bellis was the first to express her dissatisfaction: "This is a five-platinum single, so what do you think is great music?"

"Hey, calm down."

Ethan raised his hands helplessly: "I don't know what platinum is, but I said this is good music, right?"

"I also want to ask this question, what do you think is great music?"

Taylor quickly wiped his mouth and asked curiously.

Most people who can stand at the top of the industry have one quality, and that is competitiveness, and Taylor is no exception.

"Okay." Ethan shrugged: "First of all, this is just my personal opinion."

"Yesterday, I think this song is very good."

"Of course, maybe you haven't heard of it."

"God!" Taylor said with a wry smile: "I give up on this song you mentioned."

"Now I can't compare to Sir McCartney."

"The 19-year-old me is even worse."

"Have you heard of it?" Ethan asked in surprise: "Wait a minute, was that song written when you were 19 years old?"

"Then you are really a genius."

"Thank you, of course I am a genius." Taylor said proudly: "Not only have I heard of it, I have also met Sir Paul McCartney."

"Waterfa!"

Ethan's eyes widened and he couldn't help but cursed.

Finally seeing his gaffe, Taylor nodded with satisfaction: "I didn't lie to you."

"Tell me, is this possible?"

Ethan rubbed his hands and said expectantly: "If you have a chance, ask for an autograph for me. It would be even better if you can take a photo with me."

"This time, I will serve you for free!"

"Don't even think about it."

Taylor rolled his eyes, propped himself up with one hand, and walked to the back of the stage wordlessly.

"Hey, don't go!"

Ethan quickly caught up and said cheerfully: "We can discuss it. It's not impossible to give you some extra money."

The more he said this, the angrier Taylor became.

A world-class superstar, he was completely ignored.

This bastard would rather pay more than find another person to take photos with.

"We have to rehearse in the afternoon."

Walking to the rest area of ​​the stage, after Bellis entered the room, Taylor slammed the door of the private lounge, and the voice came from inside: "Don't disturb me, I'm going to rest."

After being rejected, Ethan scratched his head helplessly.

He could only sit down on the chair next to the door of the private lounge and continue his security work.

After playing with his phone for more than twenty minutes, Ethan suddenly raised his head.

The radar within the field of view has many light spots.

But there were only two parallel light spots behind him just now.

That is, when I was playing with my mobile phone, a downward pointing arrow disappeared and became parallel to him.

And based on the distance, it's right inside the room.

"Bang bang bang."

He stood up immediately and banged the door with his fist: "Belisse, open the door!"