Chapter 20: Dead Mother Cannon

Harrison Clark didn't have a chance to speak throughout the whole process. He only vaguely saw an arrogant figure striding through the crowd surrounded by bodyguards as they passed by him.

Many real or fake fans in the night club were yelling Jenny Hart's name frantically at the crowd.

But the crowd didn't pause or linger for a moment.

After Jenny Hart entered, the bodyguards dispersed outside, not allowing anyone to get within five meters of the resting room door.

Half an hour later, she finally came out, her makeup looking bright and beautiful, and her clothes having a strong stage presence.

At this time, a whole row of security personnel were already standing below the nightclub's performance stage, all of them strong and fit, with their hands behind their backs. Under the flickering stage lights, these people seemed like the heavenly gates' guardians.

Harrison Clark kept an eye on Jenny Hart throughout the whole time, still not having an opportunity to talk to her, but at least he could confirm who her agent was.

He was a man with a somewhat effeminate demeanor, and his face was so heavily powdered that one couldn't tell his specific age.

Eventually, after Jenny Hart had taken the stage to sing, the man started to walk back alone.

Harrison Clark approached him and tried to squeeze out a smile, "Hello."

At first, the man didn't respond; he just kept walking towards the resting room.

Harrison Clark shouted again from behind, and the man turned around.

"Are you calling me?"

His voice was indeed quite coquettish and it was not clear whether it was a natural tone or due to an over secretion of female hormones that caused his speech to sound both weak and somewhat shrill.

Harrison Clark nodded, "Yes, sir."

"Do I know you very well? Has anyone ever told you that it's rude to casually greet strangers?"

The agent seemed to suddenly become angry.

Harrison Clark was stupefied, but immediately said to him.

"I'm sorry, I'm being a bit presumptuous, but I do have something I'd like to discuss with you and Mr. Hart."

But the effeminate man just snorted disdainfully, "If you want an autograph, just say so. Don't talk so grandly. I've seen many clueless people like you. Go away."

After saying that, he pushed past Harrison Clark's shoulder and continued walking inward.

Harrison Clark hurriedly said from behind: "I'm not asking for an autograph, I'm a music producer. I've written a song and want to sell it to Mr. Hart!"

The effeminate man suddenly turned his head and sized Harrison Clark up and down with squinting eyes.

The lighting in the nightclub was a bit dim, making the effeminate man's gaze seem somewhat gloomy.

"I know all the famous musicians in China like the palm of my hand. But I don't know you. If you can't tell me your teacher's name in five seconds, I'll call security to kick you out."

Harrison Clark didn't have a teacher, of course.

He decided to give up, as expected.

"All right, I hope you don't regret it in the future."

Harrison Clark shrugged, picked up his guitar and walked away.

In the nightclub, Jenny Hart's singing sounded very noisy.

Although the agent was annoying, it was undeniable that Jenny Hart's rock singing style was unique.

Her voice was high and had excellent penetration.

Harrison Clark truly regretted that her rock'n'roll voice would be perfect for "Deep in the Night".

"What are you up to, Mr. Martin?"

As soon as Harrison Clark walked away, the plump Lewis saw the situation and approached.

The agent spat and said, "Manager Lewis, please control the performers in your club. Don't bother me with nonsense. I'm very busy. And that guy wants to sell a song to our Jenny? What a joke! Tsk, he wasted my time."

As he watched the effeminate agent walk away, Lewis turned around and glared at the staff behind him, "Who's that guy with the guitar just now? Call him over!"

The deputy director in charge of today's opening act singers quickly checked his phone's memo and wondered, "There's no such person today! Maybe it's someone from outside? Are we being blamed for nothing?"

Lewis shrugged, "Well, forget it. Actually, I don't think it's a big deal. Young people have dreams, maybe the song he wrote is not bad. Nobody is born an expert, right?"

People around him chimed in, "Yeah, but I've heard before that this agent called Martin is quite neurotic, and it's true. Mr. Hart, on the other hand, is actually quite approachable."

Lewis laughed, "That's what you don't understand. Artists just need to be nice and smile at everyone. But an artist's agent has to play the bad guy. It's all about learning; you guys can't do it."

As the middle managers of Solemnis Club were chatting, the overly arrogant, effeminate agent, Adam Martin, walked out of the room at a very fast pace.

As he walked, he was talking on the phone, "Ah, okay, Bella, I'm on my way out. Gosh, the small things between Jenny and me are nothing to trouble you with."

"We didn't want to disturb you and Lucia before, so we didn't mention it to you. If you had said earlier that you wanted to chat with us, I would have set a time to visit you tomorrow. All right, all right, I'll be right there."

Seeing this, Lewis hurried to follow, "What happened to Mr. Hart?"

Adam raised his head proudly, "Avril Green's agent Bella Ross just heard that our Jenny is hosting a karaoke event at Solemnis Club, so she decided to come over to greet us and talk to our Jenny."

Everyone was shocked inside the Solemnis Club.

In Oxfordshire's nightlife scene, everyone knew that Avril Green was the biggest name in town and one of the hottest young stars in the country.

Every nightclub owner would be eager to invite this big shot to their club, even if she just came in for a drink and a chat, let alone sing.

However, no one ever succeeded in inviting her, not even daring to ask if Miss Green did not initiate the invite herself.

She was a true goddess, not easily entering humble places.

Now, although Avril Green had not come in person, the fact that her agent Bella Ross was willing to come and say hello was giving them enough face, and they could not be careless.

Just as everyone rushed out, Harrison Clark bumped into Bella Ross outside.

Harrison was walking with his head down, lost in his thoughts, while Bella, the agent, had a knack for remembering faces and recognized him immediately.

"Mr. Clark, are you here to sing tonight?"

Seeing that he was wearing a guitar around his back, Bella Ross also thought he was the resident singer.

Harrison snapped out of his daze, looked up at Bella, smiled, and shook his head, "No, I just heard that Jenny Hart is going to sing tonight, so I came to watch."

He was too embarrassed to say that he was here to sell songs and was rejected.

Firstly, they had decided not to find Avril Green, and secondly, it was not long ago that they came up with their song "Boring." It would be too quick to have a complete new song out and seemed to be fooling people.

Bella nodded, "Jenny Hart is indeed a good singer, but she specializes in rock and is not quite suitable for your folk style, Mr. Clark."

"Right, what brings you here, Bella?"

"Since we are the local hosts in Oxfordshire, and Jenny voted for Lucia in the recent singer selection, I came over to say hello."

"I won't hold you up any longer, Bella. You go inside."

Harrison made a gesture to leave.

However, Bella Ross seemed not to want to end the conversation so quickly and stopped him.

"No need, I'll wait here for Jenny's agent Adam Martin to come out. Adam is a bit effeminate but very warm and approachable. He has a wide network in the industry. Mr. Clark, as a new artist, it's good to get to know him. I'll introduce you later."

Bella's curiosity about Harrison was based on Avril Green's evaluation.

Since Avril had said that he had great talent, it wouldn't hurt to form a good relationship with him.

Avril Green was busy and had a high status, and did not have time or energy to engage in socializing much.

As Avril's agent, Bella was responsible for these trivial matters involving personal connections.

Harrison listened to Bella's evaluation of Adam and was surprised.

Warm? Good at handling things?

Was the Adam I just encountered from a parallel world?

As the two were chatting, a sharp shout came from afar.

"Bella!"

Both of them looked back at the same time.

The tall, thin figure of Adam stood at the entrance of the Solemnis Club.

He waved his right hand wildly and stretched his neck while running towards them, looking like an ear of wheat fluttering in the autumn wind.

Harrison's face was somewhat dazed.

Was this really the same person?

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have dared to believe that one person could have such a huge difference in sides.

But Harrison didn't plan to get involved with this guy again. He turned to Bella Ross and said apologetically, "I'm sorry Bella, but I have urgent matters to attend to. I'll come to visit another time."

Bella saw that he seemed to be genuinely busy and did not insist on staying, "All right, I wish you success with your next great work, Mr. Clark."

"Thank you."