Sweet Addiction

Chapter 115 Performing On The Stage

"Hi, Carl. Long time no see! Your father let you out?" The owner of the bar came in and brought them two bottles of good wine.

Seeing him coming in, Carl smiled and waved at him to let him sit next to him.

Aaron and Jackson were not familiar with him, so they nodded.

"My father is not that strict!" Carl also poured him a glass of wine and handed it to him, "How's the business of the bar recently?"

At the mention of this, the owner of the bar shook his head and said, "The resident singer is not attractive enough. He is a college student in A City, and doesn't know how to hook people. At that time, women were fascinated by you. There are a few people who come to you every day." NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Hearing that, Carl raised the corners of his mouth complacently. His charm was not comparable to that of ordinary people!

Aaron and Jackson looked at each other and shook their heads. As long as someone praised Carl, he was very proud.

Carl looked at the small stage not far away and said, "How about I sing a few free songs for you today?"

The owner of the bar was surprised to hear that and nodded in a hurry. "That's very well!"

Carl stood up and walked out of the room with the owner of the bar. When he arrived at the door, he looked back at Jackson and Aaron and winked at them. "Look carefully and see how charming I am."

Aaron pursed his lips. He had seen it before. Why was Carl so arrogant?

Carl swaggered onto the stage, just at the end of the song. Looking at Carl in front of him, the singer couldn't help but swallow.

Carl was so powerful.

Carl walked to him, lowered his head, raised the corners of his mouth and gave him an evil smile, "Little brother, can you give me two minutes to stage?"

The singer looked at Carl's charming eyes and nodded involuntarily. When he came to his senses, he had already walked off the stage

The audience didn't know what had happened. They looked at the man on the stage in confusion. Suddenly, someone shouted, "Isn't this Carl who used to sing here? !"

"Who?"

"Oh, it's the famous singer of this bar!"

Another man heard it and exclaimed, "Is it Carl who has an affair with a female star? !"

Another man cut in, "Is it Carl, the son of the hotel tycoon?"

"I don't know. But I always like to listen to him singing!"

The voices of the audience were getting louder and louder. Carl stood on the stage and looked at them calmly. With a smile at the corners of his mouth, he picked up microphone and said lightly, "Hello, everyone. I'm your old friend, Carl."

The audience instantly became quiet. Yes, nowadays, people needed to be famous by someone else's name.

The band behind them were surprised to see Carl on the stage. They wanted to have a try. The new singer was a novice, and his singing skills were good, but he preferred to be lyric, which was not suitable for the atmosphere of the bar. However, there was really no suitable candidate, so he stayed.

So the band behind them felt that they couldn't do anything about it every day. Now that Carl came, they were naturally excited.

Carl turned around and made a gesture to them, and they quickly returned him an "OK".

Carl had worked here for 2 years, and they had worked together for a long time. There was no need to say anything.

The music began. The light in the bar was blurred and couldn't be seen clearly. The colorful light shone on Carl, making him a little charming and unreal.

Carl was in the style of rock and roll. As soon as he opened his mouth, he attracted the attention of the whole bar, which instantly ignited the atmosphere in the bar. His slender fingers slid down his enchanting face, and his enchanting eyes seemed to look at everyone off the stage. After singing for a while, he turned around with a smile and began to dance with a drum sound. He twisted his waist and placed his legs, looking lazy and sexy.

The audience felt that all their senses were attracted by Carl on the stage, as if they had forgotten to cheer.

Looking at Carl on the stage, Jackson spit out one word, "Enchantress."

Hearing this, Aaron turned to Jackson and asked, "Well? envy? In fact, you can do it too."

Hearing that, Jackson raised his eyebrows, "What? Do you mean I am like this?"

Aaron nodded.

"Are you kidding me? I'm willing to give in to him."

Aaron shook his head and said nothing. In fact, the appearance of Jackson was also very cold and gorgeous. If he was Carl's character, he was as charming as Carl.

But his present personality had completely wasted his natural beauty.

"Well, I think what Carl said makes sense. Why don't you have a try?" Jackson glanced at Aaron and nudged him on the shoulder.

"Which one?"

"The one on the bed!" Jackson said with a smile.

Hearing this, Aaron kicked him angrily.

But... On second thought, Carl's words made sense. A man should take the initiative.

Perhaps he couldn't wait any longer and should take the initiative to look for Irene.

Thinking of this, he was thinking about what he should say to her in the opening remarks when he came to her tomorrow.

Carl was drenched in sweat after singing three songs. He turned around and gave the band a hard slap.

People on the stage were cheering for him, and several women were even close to him.

Feeling the hand on his body, Carl looked down at the woman and smiled. He put his lips close to her ear and whispered, "Sorry, honey, I'm not in the mood today. Let's make an appointment another day."

Women who came to this kind of place were all having fun. Hearing his words, she withdrew her hands and smiled back. "Then I'll wait for you, handsome man."

Looking at Carl who had just squeezed through the crowd, Aaron teased, "You are so lucky, Mr. Carl."

Carl leaned against the back of the sofa, crossed his legs, flipped his hair, raised his chin and said proudly, "Of course! But... By the way, it's so good to sing. I've had enough of it these days!"

Noticing the sweat on Carl's forehead, Jackson asked curiously, "You have loved singing for so many years. Why don't you be a singer?"

Carl raised his eyebrows, took a glass of beer and said slowly, "If I enter the entertainment circle, I'm sure I can surpass the singers now. In order to give them a chance, I quit."

Hearing this, Aaron curled his lips and said, "It's magnanimous. If you become a singer, I don't know how your father will punish you!"

Hearing this, Carl pouted but said nothing.

His father was an old man. It took him a lot of effort to hide his identity and sing in the past few years before he got his permission. Singer? Not to mention that.