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Tycoon Actor C60 Arrogance
🕑 Added 2024-01-29 02:56:33 +0000 UTCPark City, Utah, January 2010. Crisp mountain air stung the cheeks of visitors as they hurried through snow-dusted streets, anticipation for the Sundance Film Festival buzzing in the air. Tucked inside a cozy hotel lobby, Lucas, a young actor with nervous excitement thrumming in his veins, stood face-to-face with Cary Porter, a designer from the hallowed halls of Dolce & Gabbana. The tension in the room was palpable.
Cary, impeccably dressed in sleek black, barely concealed a flicker of disdain. Vincent, Lucas's ever-optimistic agent, cleared his throat and offered a conciliatory smile. "Ms. Porter, no need to judge a book by its cover. Lucas might seem like a newcomer, but trust me, he's destined to be superstar." He patted Lucas's shoulder in a silent gesture of encouragement.
In response, Cary and her assistant exchanged a knowing smirk. "A future superstar?" Cary drawled, his voice dripping with skepticism. "Mr. Smith, you have quite the imagination."
Lucas's cheeks flushed crimson, and even Vincent faltered under the icy sarcasm.
Both Lucas and Vincent felt a prickle of discomfort. But Vincent, ever the diplomat, simply smiled. "Humiliation isn't on the agenda, Ms. Porter. We're here for your expertise. Lucas needs a wardrobe worthy of the festival."
Cary's lips curved into a predatory smile. "Of course, Mr. Smith. Let's see if your 'unknown actor' face can carry off D&G."
Cary's private room overflowed with racks of tailored suits, each a testament to sartorial luxury.
Lucas' eyes flickered across the diverse array of men's clothing, hoping to find something fitting for the festival. Then, Cary, a figure cut from ice and velvet, finally deigned to notice Lucas. With a flick of his immaculately manicured wrist, he pulled out a garment. It shimmered, a cascade of sequins catching the light like falling snow. It was an audacious creation, a shimmering fabric woven with threads of gold, more suited to a disco ball than a mountain festival. "Well, how about this?" Cary drawled, his voice sharp as a stiletto. "This one's sure to make you sparkle."
Lucas' smile faltered. Vincent, his agent, a man with a perpetual twinkle in his eye, frowned. "Are you serious, Ms. Porter?" he asked, his voice polite but firm. "A sequined suit in Park City? In January? It seems...impractical for Park City weather, to say the least."
Cary's lips curved into a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Mr. Smith, dressing an unknown face has its challenges. Sometimes, a statement piece is the only way to get noticed."
Lucas felt a prickle of discomfort. "Unknown face, huh?" he said, his voice surprisingly steady. "Every star you dress was once an unknown face, you know."
Cary's smile faltered for a moment, replaced by a flicker of irritation. "Quite the philosopher, aren't we?"
Vincent stepped forward, his voice tight. "Ms. Porter, this isn't what we agreed upon. Lucas deserves respect, whether he's on the A-list or not."
Cary threw back his head and laughed, a harsh, discordant sound that grated against the elegant setting. "Respect? Mr. Smith, I entertain stars, not hopefuls. If you brought me at least a C-lister, I might have even bothered. But him? He is yesterday's news before he even made it to the front page." he drawled. "But I haven't the time for existential debates, Mr. Smith. If you need clothes for a D-List actor, there are other designers in town."
Vincent stepped forward, his diplomatic smile now strained. "Ms. Porter, I think we can-"
"I'm afraid my generosity has its limits, Mr. Smith," Cary interrupted, his voice cold as the mountain air. He then turned to Lucas, "We only dress stars, darling. Perhaps try your local thrift store next time."
Lucas and Vincent exchanged a silent glance, a language of shared frustration and simmering defiance. Without a word, they turned and walked out, leaving the designer alone in his glittering, cold world. Lucas knew Cary had tried to break him, to reduce him to a footnote in the grand story of Sundance. But in the face of the designer's disdain, a fire had ignited within him. He might be an unknown face, but he wouldn't let anyone dim his light. This Sundance, he vowed, would be his first step out of the shadows, and he wouldn't need sequins to make him shine.
***
Leaving Cary's icy domain, Vincent cast a concerned glance at Lucas. "I'm so sorry, Lucas," he said, his voice laced with regret. "I didn't expect such...harshness from D&G. Truly disappointing."
Lucas, however, offered a reassuring smile. "No need to apologize, Vincent. Actually, his little tirade made me realize something." He paused, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Maybe I don't need a designer at all."
Vincent raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What do you mean?"
Lucas, armed with his future knowledge, felt a surge of confidence. He knew about vintage trends making a comeback, about sustainable fashion rising, and about the cool factor of curated thrift store finds. "There's a vintage clothing store in Park City I have in mind. We'll find something unique, something with soul, that fits me better than anything Cary's clothes."
Vincent chuckled, a hint of surprise lingering in his eyes. "A thrift store? You're really taking that designer's advice to heart, aren't you?" he teased, attempting to lighten the mood.
Lucas laughed, the memory of Cary's shimmering monstrosity still fresh. "Oh, I wouldn't be caught dead in anything from his cold, sparkly clutches! Trust me, Vincent, a well-chosen thrift store find will have a hundred times more personality than any overpriced D&G designer Cary's suit." He added, "those sequins Cary was pushing could blind someone in this blizzard."
The memory of the shimmery monstrosity brought a snort out of Vincent. "Right, right," he chuckled, shaking his head. "Blind us and send chills down our spines. Who knew fashion could be so terrifying?"
***
The crisp mountain air swirled around Lucas and Vincent as they navigated the bustling Main Street.
Vintage shops and cozy cafes lined the street, their windows adorned with twinkling fairy lights and quirky mannequins. The scent of roasted coffee and freshly baked pastries mingled with the tang of winter air, creating a sensory feast.
Lucas paused, his gaze drawn to a tucked-away corner storefront.
Stepping through the creaky door, they were greeted by a symphony of scent and texture. Vintage leather jackets hung alongside racks of patterned shirts, faded denim mingled with chunky knit sweaters, and a hatbox.
Comments
ChaosTheory
Lol, should have him sing thrift shop
Monstermash
Hell yes this is going to be awesome can't wait for the next chapter
