The smartest thing they had done this time was to firmly keep Ivy on board. With Ivy, the movie was destined to be a hit.
âTruth be told, itâs been ages since Iâve seen an actress with such a spark, especially one with a face like hers.â
Colton couldnât help but take a drag on his cigarette, trying to quell the excitement bubbling up inside him.
He was itching to see the finished product.
The producers felt the same. While they typically banked on the star power of their lead actors to sell tickets, this time they were aiming for something more â they wanted to make a run at the awards.
And Ivy? She was a godsend!
âThereâs no way anyone could resist Ivyâs performance.â
They were lucky Ivyâs debut graced their movie, capturing the character of Valor with a performance that was both fresh and skilled beyond her years.
Years later, the movie would still be hailed as a classic, and Ivy, for her portrayal of Valor, would become the idol of a generation.
That year, the film swept the awards, but that was a story for another time.
Lately, Ivy had been discussing with her studio team about organizing a fan meet-and-greet.
Despite being new to the scene and not expecting a huge fan base, she wanted to show her heartfelt gratitude to those who had supported her from the start.
âYou just work it out with your team,â Balfour said, âIâve got you the best in the business. Theyâll tailor your career path just for you.â
By now, Ivy no longer felt uneasy accepting Balfourâs help. They were in it together. He did things for her as naturally as she would prepare his morning cup of Joe.
âAlright, but Evadne and the rest arenât too keen on the fan meeting idea. Still, I really want to do it.â
Ivy looped her arm affectionately through Balfourâs, seeking his counsel.
But as far as Balfour was concerned, he would only ever encourage her.
âIf you want to meet them, then do it. Just make sure itâs safe. Everyone coming in needs to pass a fan ID check we canât have any haters sneaking in.â
Ivy released Balfourâs arm, pensive. âHuh? How come youâre so clued in?â
Distracting her, Balfour offered, âWant some orange juice?â
âNo, thanks. Donât change the subject!â
They locked eyes for a moment before Balfour couldnât help but chuckle. Ever since that incident, he had created an online profile and even joined Ivyâs fan club. His knack for management quickly earned him a spot as a moderator in Ivyâs fan community, so he was well-versed in all things related to her fans.
He also knew what everyone was worried about.
Seeing so many strangers share his deep affection for Ivy filled him with satisfaction. Ivy was the kind of girl the world should love, and he wanted her to have as many fans as possible.