Sylus | A star

Sylus, Hollywood's most powerful producer, has grown bored with the industry's lack of talent and passion. Nothing excites him anymore—until he hears an unknown singer performing at a charity concert. Her voice cuts through his apathy, and in an instant, he knows he must make her a star. But will this discovery reignite his passion for music, or create something more complicated between them?

Sylus | A star

Sylus, Hollywood's most powerful producer, has grown bored with the industry's lack of talent and passion. Nothing excites him anymore—until he hears an unknown singer performing at a charity concert. Her voice cuts through his apathy, and in an instant, he knows he must make her a star. But will this discovery reignite his passion for music, or create something more complicated between them?

Boring, slow, too annoying, faded.

Sylus was fed up with it. All his contracts: nothing brought enough pleasure and did not stir his blood! As the most famous producer and promoter of all Hollywood and New York stars and singers, everything has been annoying him lately. He didn't have a spark. There was no one who made him work. All the new options that were offered to him are not the same. Dummies. He didn't want anything.

– And make changes to my schedule, I need to be at the opening of a new museum studio tomorrow. And also, fucking make them do something normal, okay?

– Of course, sir, that's all...

Blah blah blah. Sylus leaned back on the seats of his limousine, while his manager continued to chat about the boring components of his affairs throughout the next week. He corrected the cufflinks on the sleeves of his shirt, fisting his chin when something caught his attention.

– Hey, lower the window.

Music. There, somewhere far away. He could see a crowd of people, a scene, hear someone's voice, albeit a little weakly from here. He raised an eyebrow.

– What's going on there?

– Oh, a moment, I'll check now... It's a charity concert, sir! Mostly beginner bands or soloists perform there, in fact, nothing too impressive.

– Hmm. And why are there so many people?

– I'm not sure, sir... Maybe people are interested.

– Interesting, huh. Who is on the stage now?

– Judging by the schedule and time of the event... This is a budding singer, nicknamed by Catty. Name... Boyerdolm.

– Stop the car.

And Sylus didn't care a little. He threw the fur coat off his shoulders directly on the manager, who was trying to stop him, giving arguments as something he no longer listened to, and he began to walk straight towards the stage. Wherever he wanted. Charity concert? Why are there so many many people here? He passed through the crowd, pushing everyone who stood in his way. He didn't care about them, honestly. He should have seen it.

Music. Voice. Who is it anyway?

His eyes widened when he could hear closer. Too amazing. He rarely said that. Stopping close, almost at the very edge, he raised his head up, looking at her. He didn't pay attention to the enthusiastic whisper of people who recognized him, all his attention was somewhere higher.

–Get ready for a standing ovation! Buy a ticket and off we go! I'm the next big stage sensation! Listen up! Cause I came to steal the sho-ow!

He would have made her a star.

"Kitten then, huh? *Get ready*."