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Richard did what he needed to get where he stood today. Kiss a few babies, a bad stunt on Dancing with the Stars, some mediocre bullshit roles his former agent was fired over—and then scoring the big-time. Did he sell out for some multi-billion dollar conglomerate like Disney? Fucking right he did. After a cool earning of nearly eighty million in one year? He earned bragging rights across the board. Not that it stopped the fanboys, as he skirted signing autographs, a fake grin plastered to his face as he slid inside the doorway. “Fucking christ—“ Richard growled, shaking his head. “They’re all over the fuckin’ place.”
jax’s agent encouraged him to attend events to network. it was a priority for budding young actors. so there he was, at a club with many a-list actors and producers. he looked out of place given how young he was. as he was making his way towards the bar, he nearly bumped into someone. “sorry-” before he could finish his sentence, he realized who he just bumped into. don’t be an idiot; don’t say something dumb. as casually as he could, jax greeted the older male, “hi... i mean hello, you’re richard taylor, right? i’m a huge fan.” he continued nervously, “i mean... not in a creepy way. i’m not going to ask for a picture. just letting you know that i look up to you.” god, that came out cornier than he expected.Â