At the core of the golden night, situated between two heaven-touching skyscrapers, nothing compares with the golden radiance the "Vanderbilt's Gold Lounge" continuously outpours.
Its prestige and honor is the epitome of class and power, all above the chaos underneath it, the crime-ridden Hempstead City.
The Jazz club was jam-packed with men wearing expensive suits and women embellished with their most wealthy attire. However, the elusive divinity himself, the owner of the Vanderbilt's Establishments, Vincent Vanderbilt was observing the spectacle hidden from the mere attendee's eyes.
The drink in his hands were almost always full, his comfort was the utmost priority of the city.
As he sipped his expensive Champagne, he closed his eyes for a second to rest them. He needed to lend a little bit of his time to relieve his stress. After all, his business is not for the weak-minded.
He continued to listen to the performers as well as sit back and give himself a well needed rest. That is until he heard an unfamiliar voice.
Vincent tried to ignore and avoid opening his eyes, wasting precious time, but the more he tried to dismiss, the more the voice captivated his curiousity.
He gave it a look.
What he saw was a petite teen on a suit a little too big on him. His hair was a mess and unstyled, his eyes were covered by a gold mask however, Vincent could tell from the face that the boy was gorgeous.
His smile as he sings and his eyes closing to feel and sing the music. The way his hand sometimes move as he sings, the way he brushes back his hair, everything. Vincent noticed.
He couldn't take his eyes off of him. He was entranced. This boy was unfamiliar to him. Of all the visits he has made, he never saw someone like him.
Usually it's a band of old people, or unimportant soloist but tonight is the night he felt this way. A teen caught his eyes.
As he internalized to himself, the boy has finished singing. Claps and gestures were heard and seen. It was only when it stopped when Vincent broke out of his trance and realized the boy leaving the stage.
He dropped the glass on the table and stood up. He intended to follow the boy. His guards couldn't stop him and let him be.
When Vincent entered the backstage, people were shocked to see him. He couldn't care though.
The girls were practically melting. They could only contain their excitement for so long.
"Sir Vanderbilt, how may I help you?" A man said. It was the man in charge of the entertainers.
"Where is the boy who sang just now?" Vincent asked straightforwardly. The girls melted once again upon hearing his manly voice.
"Oh you mean Carter sir? He just left recently." The man answered.
Vincent didn't spare him a reply and immediately went out of the backstage area. He went out of the club from his own private door.
He searched for the boy around the jazz club. It took him a long time to scale around the establishment until he went into the back alley of the club.
He saw the boy in his wrinkled outfit, sitting down and relieving himself with a cigarette.
With how dark it was in the alley, the boy didn't notice the man that spotted him. He was silently breathing and that's the only thing he only payed attention to.
The boy's white messy polo pales in comparison to Vincent's slicked back black hair with his neat suit and shiny leather shoes.
"Are you new here?" Vincent stood next to the boy as he put his hands on his pockets and observed the tight space.
The boy looked up with the most unamused and tired eyes. He continued with his cigarette though without answering the question.
Vincent once again tried to initiate a conversation. He sat next to the boy now.
"May I have some?" He asked. The boy shared a piece in his box. "I just saw you sing in there. What's your name?"
"Carter." The boy's tired voice replied. He continued with his business though. He didn't recognize the person sitting next to him and he doesn't have any interest in recognizing him anytime soon.
"You know, you have potential. Something deserving to be nurtured and protected. It's rare to witness a young man like you sing like that. So beautiful." Vincent smilingly said whilst looking at the bright, full moon.
"Thanks, I guess." Carter said awkwardly.
And the night continued. It wouldn't be long however for the two to exchange more information about each other... well mostly Vincent.
And it wouldn't take long before his gestures and adoration grew. A bouquet of roses arrived at the boy's apartment the next day. Along with the flowers was a handwritten letter.
A little reminder of the beauty in simplicity. - V
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