The Quintillion Superstar System

11. The Secret Gun

Chapter Eleven

“Don Jazzy the Grammy award winner!?”

Vincent mouthed , Don Jazzy is a famous super star, he is a model, a musician and also a rapper. He is so cool and wears the most expensive diamond chain in the country so Vincent is shocked that such a popular celebrity is slapping him for no good reason.

Without warning, Don Jazzy’s gaze locked onto Vincent's face. For a brief moment, Vincent felt a surge of excitement, thinking the superstar had recognized him as a fellow admirer.

But that feeling quickly turned to shock as Don Jazzy’s expression darkened. The superstar's eyes narrowed, and before Vincent could comprehend what was happening, a resounding slap echoed through the bar.

The force of the blow sent Vincent stumbling backward, his cheek stinging with pain. The room fell silent as all eyes turned towards the young man, the recipient of Don Jazzy's wrath.

Vincent's mind raced, confusion and embarrassment overwhelming him. He couldn't understand why Don Jazzy had targeted him in such a public and humiliating manner.

Don Jazzytowered over Vincent, his face etched with anger.

"You thought you could get away with kissing my girl, didn't you?" he spat, his voice dripping with venom. The superstar's words hung in the air, leaving Vincent bewildered and speechless. He had no idea what Don Jazzy was talking about, no clue why he had become the object of the superstar's rage.

“She kissed me and she called me hers even though I’m only here for my part time work “ Vincent stammered looking at Sassy but she just wrapped her arms and shrugged without saying anything or defending him.

As the reality of the situation sank in, Vincent's face flushed with humiliation. The entire bar seemed to be watching, their gazes a mixture of curiosity and judgment.

He felt small, vulnerable, and exposed. In that moment, the admiration he had once held for Don Jazzy turned into bitter resentment.

With his head held high, Vincent gathered what remained of his dignity and made his way towards the exit.

The once lively bar had become a suffocating space, filled with whispers and pitying looks. Vincent's footsteps echoed in his ears, a lonely soundtrack to his shattered illusions.

Outside, Vincent took a deep breath, trying to steady his trembling hands. The night air was cool against his skin, a welcome respite from the suffocating atmosphere inside the bar.

He realized that he had allowed himself to be swept up in the allure of fame and fortune, only to be crushed by the harsh reality of a momentary encounter.

As Vincent walked away, he made a promise to himself. He would never idolize someone blindly again but then he heard the DJ calling himself name to come to the stage to sing and perform.

“Fine, I’m here for the money not Sassy , she might be beautiful but I don’t have time to date for the meantime especially when I’m broke and all the girls only like dating rich Orr popular men“ Vincent said with a sad sigh as he dusted his body and brushed his shirt before going back in shade.

“I will never give up till I rise above the world and make everyone bow at my feet” Vincent swore on his way inside.

In the dimly lit, exclusive bar adorned with crystal chandeliers and plush velvet drapes, a hushed anticipation hung in the air.

The murmurs and clinking of glasses ceased as the spotlight slowly illuminated the stage, revealing a slender figure standing in the center.

The rich men and women leaned forward in their plush seats, their eyes fixated on the young man who exuded an undeniable aura of charm and confidence.

His name “Vincent” was whispered among the elite who thought he was a rising star in the entertainment industry. With a strong jawline, tousled ebony hair, and piercing azure eyes, he possessed a beauty that could render hearts aflutter.

Dressed in his jeans that accentuated his sculpted physique, Vincent 's presence alone was enough to captivate an audience.

As the soft strains of a piano began to fill the room, Vincent took a step forward, his white sneakers gliding effortlessly across the polished wooden floor.

His body seemed to move in perfect harmony with the music, a graceful fusion of strength and elegance.

With each beat, his fluid motions wove a mesmerizing tapestry of dance, effortlessly showcasing his versatility and skill.

His movements were like poetry in motion, conveying a story of longing and desire.

The audience in the bar watched in awe as he seamlessly transitioned from a passionate tango to a sultry waltz, commanding the stage with his flawless execution.

Every twist and turn exuded confidence and finesse, as if he were born to dance, his body an extension of his soul.

As the melody reached its crescendo, Vincent halted, his chest heaving with exertion, and turned to face the audience.

A mischievous smile curved his lips, teasing and inviting as he prepared to unleash his next act. The room held its breath in anticipation, as if the air itself quivered with excitement.

Then, with a swift movement, Vincent 's voice erupted from his chest, filling the room with a rich and soulful timbre.

His voice soared effortlessly, each note carrying an emotional weight that seemed to transcend the mere words he sang. His velvety tones reverberated through the bar, commanding attention and stirring hearts.

The lyrics flowed from his lips, a tale of love and heartbreak delivered with such conviction that tears welled in the eyes of some.

His voice soared and dipped, hitting each note with precision, evoking emotions buried deep within the souls of the listeners.

Vincent 's singing painted vivid images in the minds of his audience, transporting them to a world where every emotion was felt and every heartache healed.

His performance was more than just a display of talent; it was an experience, a cathartic journey through the depths of the human spirit.

The audience was captivated, held in the palm of his hand, as Vincent 's voice wrapped around their hearts, soothing and uplifting them in equal measure.

As the final note resonated through the room, a moment of silence hung in the air, followed by an explosion of applause and cheers.

The rich young men and women rose from their seats, unable to contain their admiration for the captivating young man who had just graced the stage. Vincent , his face flushed with a mix of exertion and elation, took a bow, his gaze sweeping across the adoring crowd.

In that moment, Vincent had become more than just a performer; he had become a legend. His mesmerizing beauty, exceptional dancing, and extraordinary voice had etched themselves into the memories of all who were fortunate enough to witness his extraordinary talent.

And as the accolades and adoration continued to pour in, he knew that he had made his mark, forever leaving an indelible impression on the hearts of those who had beheld his magnificent performance in that exclusive, luxurious bar.

Sassy was so shocked that Vincent is that talented that she climbed the stage and hugged him with all her boobs pressing on his chest , this made Don Jazzy really angry.

“His voice is angelic and sweet like ice cream”

“He is much better than Don Jazzy”

“He is so handsome and he can dance “

“I can give him 10 million just to have a night with him “ a drunk rich daddy’s girl said

The bar was filled with praises for Vincent and this made Don Jazzy angry and jealous , he is used to getting all the attention and now Vincent wants to steal his spotlight.

“I have to think of a plan” Don Jazzy said and he smirked wickedly when he touched his expensive 3 million Armani trousers and saw that his gun was still with him.

“Hey Vincent, meet me in the backyard by the sea sidewalk , I have something important to tell you that can help you become a superstar “ Don Jazzy told the innocent Vincent with a suspicious evil grin.