The music, money and melancholy.
It starts at the ending and ends with another.
A very different novel about the lives of the rich. The sacrifices and the hardships. The sinful endeavours of two of the most renowned musical artists.
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Song for the chapter: Feeling Whitney~ By: Post Malone
And I've been looking for someone to put up with my bullshit. I can't even leave my bedroom so I keep pouring. And I ain't seen a light of day since, well, that's not important, it's been long.
And I was feeling Whitney, me and my homies sip Houston. Cars and clothes, thought I was winning. You knew I was losing. You told me to wake up but my clock always stays on snooze. And I'm done.
To each their own and find peace in knowing. Ain't always broken, but here's to hoping. Show no emotion, against your coding, Just act as hard as you can. You don't need a friend.
Boy, you're the man.
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Five days ago : Norway, Oslo
"Callisto, I heard the issue going on with one of my company's idols...?"
"Father -"
"It's 'sir' for you."
A frustrated sigh escaped in clouds from the CEO as he corrected himself, "Sir, the company is mine and I'm handling the situation very well, thank you for asking." With that said, Callisto balled his gloved fists more inside his black trench coat's pocket. A look of ruthlessness passing by his eyes, the black of it turning almost metallic as his father took a small step back to not hurt himself with the sharpness with which his son spoke.
"For this to happen, it shows you're not responsible enough to handle this situation. Who is the idol? What exactly is the problem? I won't depend on third party remarks for information and you know that, young man. You should have told me what happened when it did, it should be your first and foremost reflex." The other man, old yet the number had not really touched his skin and his posture.
Callisto noticed how his father never seemed to age, the last time he say his father was two years ago and he still looked the same. Uptight, perfectionist, the stereotypical businessman who didn't seem affected by the harsh cold of Norway, wearing a woollen suite to insulate him, at best. The old man used a lot of 'should'. And Callisto hated having his independence stolen.
The son motioned his father to enter inside the company building for the sake of getting some warmth inside his chest by the building's central heaters.
The Norway headquarters of Crescendo Records, mainly based upon the country's infamous metal music was just like it's music genre. Bold, strikingly impulsive and rebellious. Callisto designed it himself, instructing the architecture for how it should be made, what should it portray. He liked doing that for each one of his company's headquarters. Because he believed the company along with it's music, stood for something. That despite it being metal, it was Crescendo Metal. His company emerged to be a whole different entity, exuding a whole different vibe and being a genre in itself.
