Luke was very satisfied with meeting two idiots and a fortune-teller at a casual party.
Of course, he didn't care about these two idiots; they weren't qualified.
On the other hand, he had to keep in touch with Susan in the future and find a suitable time to "look" at her abilities.
After all, her divination skills were quite accurate.
But Susan wasn't a bad person, and Luke was past the point where he was jealous of her abilities. He could take it slow.
A few days later, Claire forwarded a piece of news.
Looking at the large picture and the bold words in the tabloid newspaper, Luke knew that it was an old American shocker.
It was a picture of Sasha and Reid fighting in the hospital.
The two of them seemed to be having a good time in the picture, but a certain tabloid paparazzi seized the opportunity to snap a few photos, and specially chose the one with the most ferocious expression and posted it.
Clearly, these two couldn't keep their "loving couple" personas.
But given how shameless they were, they should be able to use this opportunity to hype things up.
A bad name was also a name, and it was also a kind of cash resource. A low price-performance ratio was better than nothing.
Luke casually sent a clapping emoji and decided to skip the matter.
Claire, however, sent a message. "Well, you seem to be in New York recently. Nothing's going on, right?"
Luke knew his sister too well. "If you have something to say, just say it."
Claire said, "How about you sing the male voice for the duet song you gave me?"
Luke was at a loss for two seconds before he recalled something from his very early memories. "Can't you just find a male singer with a suitable voice?"
Claire said, "Because the director wants the two of them to shoot a music video directly."
Luke was surprised. "Then add a condition that they can't be too ugly."
Claire said helplessly, "Stacy doesn't want that."
Luke was stumped again. He thought for a moment before he understood. "She doesn't want you to be too intimate with the male singer?"
Claire said, "That's right. The director wants it to be perfect."
What kind of lousy director is this? Luke cursed inwardly, but he said, "Can't we just use actors, or omit the intimate scenes?"
Claire chuckled. "Have you forgotten the tune of the song?"
I copied it in passing. Why would I analyze it? Luke rubbed his chin. "What's the tone?"
Claire asked, "Don't you think it's similar to Sasha and Reid's duet?"
Luke was lost for words. So, my sister is so petty! Sha Xia and his wife are already so unlucky, yet you still want to sing and whip their corpses.
After talking for more than ten minutes, Claire finally got what she wanted. Luke agreed to be the male singer of the new song and the male lead in the MV.
There was no such thing as revealing one's face.
Luke used a face that was 60% similar to his original body, but was so handsome that it was cheating.
In the entire MV, Claire only showed her chin and mouth. The rest of the scenes were either her back or her long hair covering her face.
Actually, as soon as the MV started, Luke knew that the so-called "Stacy getting jealous" was pure nonsense. There weren't many intimate scenes in the plot at all.
Claire was just trying to get him to sing a song.
The director, who had been furious before Luke arrived, listened to him obediently.
She had no objections to his request to not show his face and to ensure the artistic quality of the painting.
In return, the director received double the pay.
Hints and money were just that invincible.
It took two and a half days to shoot the MV. As for the recording, Luke simply recorded a demo with Claire and gave it to the producer to edit.
The producer was furious to begin with.
Claire had wanted to record this song on the spur of the moment, and he was already very unhappy that the company had urgently sent this gold medal producer over from Los Angeles.
Now, an unknown male singer had popped up and refused to come for guidance. He was simply a cancer in the industry.
But after listening to the demo, he gritted his teeth and pondered for a long time, before he asked Claire, "Well, can we really not let him come in person?"
Claire blinked. "I think the demo and the soundtrack are good enough for release."
The producer took a deep breath. "This song can be even more perfect."
It wasn't that he was cheap, but the song was really good, and he was paid a lot.
He had thought that the other party wanted to find a mixer who was worth millions to complete the follow-up work, but he found that the demo and the soundtrack were excellent enough.
As a professional, there were still a lot of problems, but that was the standard for a first-class singer's exquisite album.
For a C-list singer like Claire, who had been popular for a few years, the quality of this demo was above the standard.
Claire said, "He doesn't have time."
The producer: "… Then give me his contact information. I'll talk to him in person."
Claire shook her head regretfully. "Sorry, I signed a confidentiality agreement."
The producer: WTF?! What kind of bullsh * t singer has to sign a confidentiality agreement? If it's a confidentiality agreement, why the hell are you singing?!
A moment later, he finally got the name of the male singer from Claire — Mask.
The producer subconsciously thought of several singers and bands with similar names, such as Skull Mask, Mask Band, and Shadow Mask. He then felt that the name sounded familiar.
When he asked Claire, she slapped her forehead. "Fine, he's the mask who wrote the songs for me."
The producer: … Are you kidding me?!
Knowing that it was this person, the producer's anger immediately dissipated.
This mask wasn't very famous in the circle of ordinary people, but he had been very famous in the music industry in recent years.
Claire, who was extremely lazy, had become a C-list singer with the ten or so excellent songs that he had written.
Secondly, several of Sheerah's top ten songs had also been written by this mask.
There were at least a hundred A-list and B-list singers who wanted to ask him for songs, but none of them succeeded. They couldn't even find his contact information.
Only Sheerah and Claire had gotten his songs.
When Claire asked the boss of her record company, she had also said that he had signed a confidentiality agreement.
If even the boss had failed, it was even less likely that the producer would succeed.
In any case, the two singers' new songs, which took less than 48 hours to complete, were quickly put into post-production.
Claire didn't consume much of the company's marketing resources, and could even provide considerable resources and profits for the company. Her mother, Catherine, was also a director of the company.
Even if she really recorded a trash song and released it, the company could only pinch their noses and accept it.
What could the producer do in such a situation? He was also desperate.
At the beginning of February, after a month of post-production, the new song "Senorita" was officially released. The slogan was "Sincere Blessings for Valentine's Day."
Luke, who had been busy with his research, had long forgotten about it, until Jenny, the domineering CEO, suddenly called. "Have you been free lately?"
Luke stopped installing the armor on the armor and searched his mind. After confirming that he had been a homebody for the past month, he replied, "No, I've been busy researching new technology. I don't have time to go out and play."
Jenny's tone changed. "Oh, what's with the new Valentine's song?"
Luke:???
At that moment, there was a faint sound of singing on the other end of the line.
Given Luke's proficiency in Elementary Sound Waves, he immediately confirmed who the couple was.
After a long silence, he finally decided to tell a true lie. "Do you like it? If you like it, I'll give it to you. "
I didn't say it was for you. The man added inwardly.
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