Eight Hundred and Sixteenth Hidden Power
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There is no venue.
"What is 'no venue'?" Roy frowned, his eyes filled with confusion and confusion, "This is New York, one of the cities with the highest concentration of performances in the world, just above Manhattan, there are thousands of people here. There are tens of thousands of performance venues, how can there be no venues?"
Andy, who was sitting directly opposite, was still smiling and shrugged gently, "This is also one of the most densely populated cities in the world. With thousands of venues, there are also thousands of performances. Every day, the city is crowded with countless shows, and not only is the land expensive, but time is just as expensive, if not more expensive.”
In the end, it's still a matter of time.
It's only been four hours since I decided to hold the concert. In such a limited time, it is not easy to find a suitable venue and negotiate a suitable time. What's more, Eleven Studio was originally an independent workshop, and its influence naturally cannot be compared with that of top record companies.
As Renly himself said, the response and popularity of the album "Don Quixote" was nothing but a bubble. A light wind blows and the smoke disappears. As an actor, Renly gradually established himself in North America and Europe; but as a singer, he was nothing, and even Johnny Depp's own rock band wanted to hold a concert, and finding a venue was not an easy task.
New York is big, and so is the world.
Turning his head, Andy looked at Renly, who was sitting beside him, and continued to explain, "Actually, we found two venues, the size and price are right, and the timing is no problem."
"However, one venue is in Queens, at the junction of the Columbia Gang, Italian Gang and Irish Gang sites; the other is in Brooklyn, which was closed for sanitation two months ago and reopened just last week, but the environment and The conditions are really unsatisfactory.”
After speaking, Andy spread his hands and expressed his helplessness. The former is a worrying public security problem, while the latter is a serious environmental problem.
Nathan looked puzzled for a week, and found that neither Roy nor Renly planned to speak. He couldn't bear it any longer, and took the initiative to raise his doubts, "The second venue, why not? Many Underground rock bands play in venues like this, and they'd even be willing to play next to an abandoned stage or a garbage dump."
Roy rolled his eyes, "Because this is a concert for one person."
"Anyone?" Nathan asked reflexively, but after saying it, he suddenly realized the next second, "Oh... sorry, I forgot." He patted his head angrily, and then closed his mouth.
Heather Cross is still in a coma on the hospital bed. This is for her concert. It's unknown what the bad environment will have on her condition; if it's serious, the hospital won't even allow Heather to leave the hospital - even if she does wake up in time.
An impromptu concert with no venue requirements or even a specific date - just as soon as possible. Originally thought that this would be an extremely simple matter, but now they are in a race against time, and the situation is far more complicated than imagined.
Andy cast an inquiring glance at Renly, "We need time. Eleven Studio is doing its best to inquire. I also called George Slender just now, and he will help to inquire. But, We need time." Over and over again, the only solution to the problem is still time.
This is the only thing that cannot be bought with money.
Renly was silent, not speaking.
The doctor said that even if Heather fell into a deep sleep, his condition would not ease, and it might even worsen; the doctor said that if he continued to fail to regain consciousness and suffocation symptoms appeared in a coma, the situation would be unpredictable; the doctor also said that in the past In three weeks, Heather's condition deteriorated far faster than expected.
Directly from the first stage to the second stage, there are too many unknowns in the future, and the existing medical conditions are still helpless to the disease...
Time, life and death, eternity. The eternal topic of human beings, after thousands of years, is still the same.
With Andy, Roy, and Nathan watching, Renly picked up the phone on the desk and started making a call. Andy and Roy exchanged glances and asked each other, but neither of them knew why.
...
Andre Hamilton opened his shirt and lay lazily on the beach chair. He heard the laughter of the models, and the laughter of the sea, the enchanting blue of the Caribbean Sea. It swayed gently, pushing the luxury private yacht one after another, like a lullaby. The sunset fell from the sky, and the orange halo made the whole world become magnificent and turbulent.
In the cold February, he can always find the angle of sunshine and enjoy a moment of tranquility.
The phone on the low table vibrated. This was his private number, and only a handful of people knew it. Reached out and picked up the phone, put it in his ear after connecting, "This is Andre, you better have a perfect reason to interrupt my beautiful vacation."
"This is Renly, what's the reason for that?"
There was a voice with a faint smile on the other end of the phone, but instead of the familiar ease and freehand brushwork, it was stained with a touch of fatigue. Andre stood up, left the noisy bow, and walked towards the stern, "I guess, I have no room for rejection."
The space at the stern suddenly became quiet, the soft southeast wind blew the sails tied to the mast, and the setting sun recklessly filled every corner of the line of sight. The sea, with sparkling waves, is breathtakingly beautiful.
After hanging up the phone, Andre rested his hands on the railing, quietly looking at the deep blue, but the thoughts in his mind were surging.
For a concert venue, the location must be in New York, the environment must be safe, the conditions must be hygienic, and the time must be as soon as possible, the sooner the better. As for others, there is no limit to the number of people, specific time, usage fees, etc.
That was Renly's request.
In Andre's mind, Renly seemed to be omnipotent. He knew it was impossible and ridiculous. However, he did think so. No matter what, any difficulty, any predicament, Renly can always continue to move forward unswervingly, ride the wind and waves, and forge ahead. It was so before, and it is still so.
But today, Andre saw Renly's vulnerability for the first time.
Renly disguised it well, without any flaws, even better than most of the aristocracy and high society. Andre, however, knew Renly—even better than he thought, and he could sense a hint of powerlessness behind the understated, calm tone of voice.
Powerless. have no choice. helpless. What was it that could make Renly feel powerless?
However, Andre knew why Renly had contacted him.
As the owner of Dalmore Whiskey, Andre has been actively developing activities and operations in the United States in the past few years. The film industry is just the tip of the iceberg. In addition to this, they have also cooperated with the government/government, enterprises, and charitable organizations. , social groups, etc. are closely linked, and his influence is far more powerful than it seems.
Of course, the power of connections in Renly's hands was far more powerful than he imagined. He's never used it, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist.
Turning on the phone again, looking through the address book, Andre's brain began to work quickly.
After just six or seven phone calls, and after just thirty minutes, Andre hung up the last call, edited a text message, pressed the send button, and then put the phone back in his pocket.
Raising his head, he looked at the calm and vast ocean in front of him, so vast, so vast, so far-reaching, as if it could contain the entire world. A sea breeze hit, mixed with the watery water of the sea and the dryness of the sun, making people intoxicated.
Andrei stood up straight, returned to the bow, and shouted, "Guys, all come up, we're going back."
"God, Andre, you're crazy", "Our vacation has only just begun, and your brain is flooded", "What's going on, Andre, hey, give us an explanation"... Complaints, curses , endlessly, one after another, but Andre didn't care at all, turned around, and walked straight towards the cockpit.
Time to visit New York.
...
The apartment was still busy. Andy and Roy were mobilizing all the power in their hands to find a suitable venue as much as possible. Even Nathan was writing emails next to him to help contact more potential possibilities.
Amid the clamor, Renly's phone vibrated, and it was a text message that didn't attract Andy and Roy's attention at all.
Renly turned on the phone, glanced at the text messages, and then raised his hand to gesture to the two of them. Andy and Roy exchanged glances, and although they were puzzled, they ended the conversation as soon as possible, "I'll call you back immediately", then hung up the phone, all three looked at Renly.
"The venue is found. Contact Teddy, let's start the concert announcement now." Renly ignored Andy and Roy's stunned faces, put the phone on the coffee table, showed it to the two, and stood He got up and walked towards the bathroom, "I'll take a hot shower."
A long day, a cold day, now finally comes to an end.
The three of them approached with question marks all over their heads, picked up their mobile phones, and read the text message. Nathan blinked, his eyes filled with confusion, "Andy, Roy, am I dazzled? Why do I think, I seem to be wrong."
Roy was also frightened, and even the old man like Andy was not spared. The smile was so stiff in his mouth, and finally turned into a wry smile, "Jesus Christ, what have we done." He swallowed and added "More precisely, Renly Hall, who is this guy?"
A brief message appeared on the screen of the mobile phone:
"Thursday, February 16, at 8:00 p.m. at Madison Square Garden, New York."