70 Chp 70 : Vanaheim?

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"Now, Charizard, finish it with Fireblast!!" The old man screamed to the screen as if he was a real trainer, his shout was echoed all over the corner of his new house that located in Pacific Palisades, Los Angeles.

He pressed the "O" button and Charizard did as he commanded to, a star-shaped fire spurted from Charizard and hit Pidgeot.

The console had the same button configuration as the Play Station had in the previous life, which was cross, circle, triangle, and square.

Then, the victory anthem was played by the game as the BGM. His character was then brought to the championship hall and crowned as a champion.

Finally, after all-night of playing, this old man could lean back and chill out for a second.

Al came to the room to see Steven, Toby, Jon and Vivian were playing <Pokémon: Yellow> in their NOTE Portables.

"Congratulations old man, you finish the Elite Four in just 3 days. Everyone! Let us greet the oldest champion in the Pokemon world!" Everyone cheered on him with some giggle mixed in their voice.

It has been 3 days since Al came to Steven's house to give him the handled game console and Pokemon's cartridge, and the result was satisfying.

He took all of the orphanage's children, and Vivian here, and all of them addicted to this game.

Because there were only 2 consoles when he came here, he went back to Niflheim Entertainment and borrowed another 3 consoles.

Not only that, this game had another feature as the first multiplayer handled game console in the world.

By using STP cable, they could connect their NOTE to trade their Pokémons and battling another trainer with the standard of 6 vs 6 Pokemon.

Because the game was too fun, they have been staying up here since Friday, and with the weekend will end soon, they need to go home and go to school tomorrow.

He saw Vi with her female trainer character was struggling when she fought the Eight Gym Leader while the rest of them was lost in Victory Road Map.

Steven changed the battery again and seemed to want to continue the main mission to collect all 151 Pokemons.

Al shook his head, "You need to get a life old man, those Pokemons can wait."

"This is my life, Al. I can..."

But before he could finish his words, the high-pitched sound was suddenly heard.

Steven gave the game console to Al and ran to where the voice was coming from.

He followed Steven to one of the rooms and saw him taking out Max from his crib.

It was his turn to take care of Max because Amy was going to the grocery store with the girls.

Max kept crying even though he was singing a lullaby to him, "I didn't know have a baby would be this hard." His crying became louder and pierced everyone's ear.

Al left the room and went to the kitchen. He went back again with a bottle of pacifier filled with formula milk.

Al then took Max into his arms from Steven's and gave him the milk he has been prepared, "Well look at that, turned out this little troublemaker was just being hungry." Al smiled while rocking the baby.

Steven took a seat on a chair and rubbed his front head with his thumb and forefinger. He smiled when he saw his son was getting along with his Godson.

"You are good with baby, Al. I'm sure you'll be a good father."

That statement gave Steven a white eye from him, "Steven, I am still 15 this year, and I'm not ready to be a father yet."

"But you took care of 7 kids already, including an additional one, an old one all of that. I knew she was a bit spoiled but didn't think she would listen to you, even Stanley had some trouble with her."

Vi suddenly sneezed out of nowhere, as if someone was talking about her, but she disregarded it and kept playing with her NOTE.

Back to Steven and Al,

"How about the post-production of <The Color Purple>? I'm sorry I was unable to help you. They said this is your turning point from summer blockbuster movies to drama film, aiming for an Oscar now, aren't you old man." He teased him while still rocking Max in his arms.

He smiled, "It's okay Al, you had another film to shoot. I need preparation before I could shoot Oskar Schindler's Diary."

"By adopting a racial issues theme? That was quite a bit heavy."

"You know we are a minority here, except for the corner of West & East Coast, we aren't well accepted. Luckily, Hollywood had changed drastically from the first time I joined here. Jews had owned some of the media company, and it was time for us to help some of the minority communities over here."

Al sighed, racial & religious problem was a complicated thing he avoided the most, "Could we stop talking about race things, I only see the person from their attitudes, not how they were birthed into the world."

Steven smiled at his declaration, Al shrugged then continued.

"Just be careful Steven, not all oppressed people was a good person. When a bad person from that side got an opportunity to strike, they will use their privilege and abused it." He thought about what happened in the BLM movement in his previous life that targeted some innocent people.

He turned his attention again to Max who started to drowsily hum a weird sound on his arms. He put the half-sleeping Max to his crib and had a seat across Steven.

"Nice mansion, by the way, I heard this house had a story behind it."

"Yep, it used to be owned by David Selznick, it's amazing right?"

"No way! The producer of <Gone With the Wind>? You are one of lucky fella, old man!"

"Yep, he lived here during the time he produced it. Not only him, but this house also used to be owned by Douglas Fairbanks, Jr., Cary Grant and Barbara Hutton, and Bobby Vinton." He smiled smugly.

Seeing his smugness, he decided to counteract, "They said people who had died, find attachment to their house or most memorable place they had ever visited, I wonder who was it in this house."

Steven's blood drained from his face, maybe he had made a lot of terrifying movie concepts such as Jaws and Poltergeist, but he was still a kid inside who was afraid of the unknown things.

Al chuckled while Steven giving him a hateful glare. They spent the rest of the noon talking about filmmaking.

Amy and the girls who were just arrived from the grocery store were looking amused at Steven and Al debating, at the entrance of Max's room.

"Max crying again?" She said, came to approach Max on his crib.

"Yes, but luckily we have Al the Children Handler, have a degree of Ph.D. in Science of Baby and Kids." Steven patted his shoulder and everyone laughed at Al's new moniker.

He turned his attention outside and gazed at the burning red scenery of Los Angeles Airport that could be seen clearly from his house.

He remembered that he had an appointment with someone in the evening, so he excused himself from Steven's house.

But before he left, Steven called him, "Al, next month at the end of November is a Hanukkah Celebration, and can you come with me to the annual gathering of Hollywood Jewish Community."

He raised his brow looking at Steven, "Steven, my dad was a German, I was raised in the orphanage as a Christian, and myself learning about Buddhism and Hinduism." Not only that, he had memories of him being raised in a Muslim majority country and learned some of their custom there.

He laughed inside his head and thought of himself as an unidentified gender version of religion.

"But you are a Jew from your mother's side, and you can read and speak Hebrew better than those Hollywood pretenders who claimed to be Jews to get close to Hollywood communities, hell, even better than most American Jews."

Al shook his head, he couldn't deny that, because the time when he got an eidetic mind, he got curious how far he could learn and taught himself every major foreign language in the world.

"Okay, fine, I will join you next month, but first, I want to ask you, Steven, as the major shareholder of Niflheim Games, can you contact the previous distributor of Atari for our games? Not to mention making advertisements to TV."

"Done Al, as soon as you said the console is finished." He gave him a thumb.

"That was fast, should I be worried? Remember you gave a pass to that crappy game."

Steven grunted, "Yes, yes, the worst decision of my life. I was too eager that time, but look at that game! We've played for 3 days and are still addicted to it. I'm still confused about how your Lvl. 1 Pidgey could defeat my Lvl. 93 Gyrados?"

"I made that game Steven, so I knew some loopholes." He grinned evilly.

He looked at his watch and walked away from his house "Time for me to go, but first, I've got a date with someone."

"Are you serious about making a music record label, Al? I know you are a smart boy but will your hands full with managing a lot of companies like this?"

"I'll try to organize it, Steven, if I can' do it, I'll just have to let it go and try again in the future. Experience is a good teacher they said."

With that, Al left the Spielberg's household and went to the Los Angeles downtown alone where his appointment would be held, while everyone from the orphanage was going directly to Hope Institute.

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At one of the luxurious French restaurants in Los Angeles downtown. A golden-crowned beautiful woman in her mid-20s, wearing an all-black skirted suit that could make pantsuit-fetish people's wet dream came true, was sitting by herself, humming a few songs she liked or she made herself.

Some of the waiters tried to flirt with her by delivering her a wine that she didn't order and put it on their tabs, but she just smiled at them and politely rejected it.

The person she wanted to meet was 15 minutes late, she thought that If this was a date, she would leave immediately, but it wasn't.

She was just graduated from the University of California, Berkeley with a Music degree with a good GPA and became the best graduate over there.

Her plan after graduating was to recruit some bands in San Francisco or went back to her home in Michigan and looking for a diamond in the rough there.

She also posted some of her resumes to the CAA and WMA, but who knew that suddenly, just after being graduated for a few months let her being called by one of the CAA agents that a celebrity was searching for a new music producer and she took that offer.

This is an important interview that could make her career skyrocketed, as that CAA agent's said to her.

Although she didn't know who she was going to meet today, that man named Ari Emmanuel assured her it would be safe to meet him.

She just hoped that this person was not an old man who wanted to do a casting couch audition to her. If so, she would slap that person and leave.

"Ms. Massy?"

She looked up and surprised to find that the one who gave her application for the job was him!

She knew this guy or boy was, she really likes his music from 'I Lived', 'Shallow' and 'Don't Look Back in Anger'.

She even wondered whether or not he would release an album, and she even willing to queue overnight in a music store, if she could get his album.

Al saw this woman didn't reply and asked her again, "Have you been waiting for long Ms. Massy?"

She became embarrassed after being asked twice, "I'm sorry that I was rude, Mr. Brandt, I just arrived here. I'm your fan actually, I really like your songs. They are beautiful."

"Thank you, Ms. Massy, well, the waiters seemed to tell me the opposites. They said that you've been waiting for me for like 30 minutes or so."

"Ugh, no, they lied, and annoying. They were flirting with me since I came here." She huffed.

"Where's my manner, my name is Sylvia Massy, Mr. Brandt. But my friend calls me Sylvia, or call me everything you want is okay Mr. Brandt." She stuttering and said it with a fast word, she seemed really nervous when she met him.

"I'll call you Sylvie then, and my name is Alphonse Brandt, call me Alphonse or just Al is fine."

He took the seat across from her and the waitress came to pour him water and gave menu for him.

Al ordered the 5 courses of the meal, and wine for her. As for him, he just ordered sparkling water.

"So, Sylvie... I saw your resume and I think that you are the right person. I'm planning to make a music record label and I need someone overqualified to become the CEO and big producer in it, as for the salary we can discuss it later."

She was drinking her wine but when she heard he was asking her to be the CEO of his records label, a small amount of wine snuck up to her trachea.

Al waited until her coughing was finished, but she spoke first, "Wait, you make your own company and me as the CEO!? But Al, I was just graduated and didn't understand a thing about business."

"Don't worry, you could learn it by time. I had some friends that would help you manage it. I only need you to focus on the music production. Besides, we are still Independent Record Label but don't underestimate it, someday we will be toe to toe with big labels such as Warner Music or Universal Music."

She gaped at him, Al smiled and took out a document from his bag, the paper was written with all of his plan of making a Record Label and he gave it to her.

She snapped back to reality and accepted the document with "Vanaheim Records" written on the cover.

She read most of the plans and was intrigued by all the detailed plans and his analysis.

After she read it, she became eager to become CEO of his music label company. Her first job after graduation was to become CEO of an emerging powerhouse.

"Excuse me, Al, will the first records we release, will be played by you?"

Before he could answer, the waitress came with their food.

"How about we have dinner first Sylvie, it's rare for me to have a date with such a delicate flower like you." He grinned.

She blushed at his compliment, but she can't hide her excitement to work for such a talented person like him.

How her future will be, only fate and Al who had a memory from the future knew it.

~~~

"That was them?" Sylvie asked.

After they were having a rather romantic and successful dinner, Al took her to the Roxy Theatre, a nightclub on Sunset Strip, West Hollywood.

At first, Sylvie was blushed like a tomato when Al took her here. She thought he wanted to do something indecent to her, but after Al explained that their first would be contracted artists were here, she sighed in relief.

When he came, he was confused as No Doubt's lead singer was not Gwen but rather a guy named John Spence.

Gwen was also there but she acted as a backing vocal. The band also had additional members such as trumpet and saxophone.

There was also a man, if he wasn't wrong, is Gwen's brother. These must be the originals before Gwen taking over and the one who played in the Homecoming party was just a part of them.

This will be harder than he thought, if he could convince Gwen alone, he had a chance to do it.

"Yes it should be, can you comment on them?"

"Well, they are not bad, but also not good enough for bigger stages, I doubt they worth your time. My advice is just let them go, they aren't worthy of your sweat."

Al raised his brow and gestured her to go on, she received his signal and continued, "Look, the band had so many members, in this case, if there is a disagreement, they will be easily fought with each other, if they are good, it was worthy of your time, but they aren't."

Al nodded at her analysis, "They were not this many when they played in Homecoming party last month. Look that girl, the one who becomes the backing vocal? She was the one who performed in my school along with Bassist, Guitarist, and Drummer."

They observed them and when it was Gwen's turn, her high-pitched voice vibrates the audience's hearts, like a voyage who went through leveled water after passing a storm.

"Yeah, I can see that she sure is beautiful and seems promising. But she was still green and did you said she's still in high school?"

"I am still in high school, Sylvie. Besides, how many bands had a woman as their lead vocal, can be counted by hands in California. I think they will be the first."

"Yes, if you can poach her and those members that played in your school, sure I will be convinced. But if she decided that she won't join our Vanaheim Records if not a full house, that will be the problem."

"Yeah, you're right. I think I will personally convince her alone this time."

"With your charm, I think she will betray her band." she grinned.

"Your words making me some kind of bad guy. It hurt my feelings, Sylvie." He grabbed where his heart was and pretended to had a heart attack.

They laughed together and enjoyed this not so good band until their performance was done and changed to the other band.

In the middle of the concert, she suddenly asked him, "How about yourself, you are a great artist Al, do you have any plan to make an album or a band?"

He turned to her and smirked,

"Maybe."

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