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The crowd was buzzing with noise the moment another celebrity walked down the red carpet. Dozens of camera lights were flashing nonstop at every corner, documenting everything without missing a single thing.
Tonight’s scenario is not foreign in the entertainment industry. In fact, this has long become a norm – a standard that has already been adopted by many.
It’s as if every move a celebrity makes should be documented by fans and the media. Every post, interview, and interaction with other people is taken down by them and is heavily dissected.
On one hand, both fans and the media feared missing a thing from a celebrity they are following; on the other hand, that specific attention is everything for the celebrity - it was every celebrity’s lifeline; however, amidst all these, they just feared one thing: to stumble. To fall…
They couldn’t afford to do that. They shouldn’t. They just can’t.
Every second, they are always under the watchful lens and scrutiny of the public.
Wave Thanapat has already grasped the gist of all there is to it, and he has an inkling of what the entertainment industry is like. Even though he just recently joined a reputable entertainment company, this nineteen-year-old young man has slowly gained momentum and is being pushed into the spotlight just after taking part in a successful production.
A lot of people were captivated by his display of natural charm and cuteness, so that even passersby would stop to take a moment to know more about him. To know more than just his name, which constantly appeared on searches and headlines after that.
His growing local and international fans from all around the world adored and cherished him. For fans, Wave is not like any other – he was like what you considered a fresh breath in the entertainment industry.
His growing success was not immediate; it has gradually built up to this day. This led up to him being invited to this huge event as one of its celebrity attendees.
The event was packed with people from all walks of life – celebrities, the media, politicians, and even people from high society.
This invite-only event tells something about its attendees. And with Wave socializing with others tonight, he finally proved something about himself.
Donning a tailored designer suit that perfectly upholds everything about him, Wave stood in the corner, away from the crowd. He was busy fiddling with his phone that he didn’t hear his manager talking beside him.
All his attention is on his phone.
“Wave?” the manager tried to get his attention, “Were you listening to me?”
“…”
“Who are you talking to?”
His manager’s sudden question broke his concentration, “Huh?”
“I’m asking you, who were you talking to?” he reiterated, “you’re not listening to every word I’ve said.”
“Sorry…” Wave sheepishly replied, “What is it again?”
“Sigh…”
Looking at this baby, the manager wouldn’t dare to even scold him a little. Who would scold such an adorable boy?
“Never mind… just don’t keep your head on your phone. The event is about to start,” he kindly reminded him.
“Got it.”
The event has already started. The bustling crowd was starting to get even more festive. Wave has been constantly checking with his phone.
‘Ding!’
A message has popped up on his phone. Wave quickly read the message.
[Meet me backstage. Hurry.]