Chapter 60: The Top Idol is a Playboy

Cheyenne finally remembered him. Wasn't he the man who had hit on her in the street? Back then, she'd dismissed him as a clueless rich kid. She never imagined he'd become a top idol. How could someone like him become an idol? Perhaps his good looks were enough.

Jerome walked onstage with an electric guitar, bowing deeply to his fans. He raised his guitar and shouted, "Thank you all for coming to my small concert! And thank you to the Foley Group for inviting me."

Under the spotlight, he announced, "Now, enjoy my performance. Showtime!" His hands were slender and elegant, with prominent knuckles. A snap of his fingers echoed through the silent room.

"I've been listening to Lola's 'He's Like a God,' and I made a few changes as a homage. I hope you like it," Jerome said before beginning to sing and play.

Cheyenne's face soured. Her hands clenched in anger. Who was he to alter someone else's work without permission?

Jerome's voice was clear and magnetic, a low tone reminiscent of moonlit pine trees—serene and beautiful. He sang, "Angels lose their wings; we pass each other countless times at the end of hell" The lyrics of "He's Like a God" depicted a hopeless, unrequited love for an angel, until the angel descended from heaven, sacrificing her wings to stay with him for a moment.

The song's dark undertones perfectly captured the protagonist's feelings of inferiority and unrequited love. It was incredibly popular, winning numerous international awards. Jerome had adapted the lyrics because he disliked the original's depiction of love as insignificant. He changed the ending, shifting from sadness to the protagonist's liberated life in society. The adapted song significantly deviated from the original story. No wonder Cheyenne was angry.

Below, however, the fans were captivated by Jerome's handsome looks and powerful voice, their eyes shining. As the song ended, its melody lingered.

Jerome raised his hand to acknowledge the audience and spotted someone in the crowd. His eyes lit up—wasn't that the woman his agent had been searching for? His agent had been unable to locate her, but here she was, a fan. He felt a surge of happiness.

He cleared his throat and, glancing at Cheyenne, said, "Next, I'll choose a fan to sing with me. I'll close my eyes and point!"

The female fans were ecstatic at the prospect of singing with a top idol. Kate clasped her hands and prayed, "Please let it be me!"

Cheyenne turned to leave when someone grabbed her sleeve. Looking up, she saw a strikingly handsome face: silver hair, blue eyes, fair skin, a high nose bridge, and glossy red lips—a devilishly handsome vampire boy from a comic book.

Amidst the envious stares of his fans, Jerome announced, "Miss, you're the lucky one!"

A female fan scoffed, "I'm so jealous! If she were ugly, I'd feel better," but even in the dim light, Cheyenne's allure was undeniable. Her skin glowed, her bright eyes sparkled. Unfortunately, her expression was cold and indifferent.

Squinting, Cheyenne rejected his invitation, her voice carrying clearly through the microphone: "I'm here to listen, not perform. And your performance was terrible. I don't want to collaborate with you. I love Lola's 'He's Like a God.' Please, leave it alone!"

She had just insulted Jerome's singing and his adaptation. The female fans stared, shocked.

"She must be a lesbian," one whispered. "Otherwise, why would she dare criticize adorable Jerome?"

"Exactly! She acts like she can sing better!"

"If she doesn't like it, she should leave! Jerome made appropriate changes."

Cheyenne became the target of criticism. Even Kate sided with Jerome.

"Cheyenne, dear, don't take it so seriously. Many artists do covers."

"But he shouldn't have changed the main plot! He doesn't understand the difficulty of a secret crush. He thinks the female lead would naturally forget, but that's not how it is in real life. Letting it go wasn't my intention when I wrote the song."

Jerome was stunned by her rejection and criticism. Embarrassment washed over his handsome face. "Aren't you a fan?"

Cheyenne laughed, rolling her eyes. "Who said I'm your fan?"

His expression turned serious. "I just came to shop and enjoy the concert. I didn't expect you to adapt my goddess's song, so I had to say something."

"You like it too?" Jerome asked, his admiration for Lola evident in his eyes. "I don't know what it's like to have a secret crush," he confessed, looking at Cheyenne. "I adapted it because the original story is too sad. If I offended you, I'm sorry."

He bowed his head in apology. The fans glared at Cheyenne, their eyes red with anger.

Please note: The extraneous promotional text was removed. The story's overall tone and style were maintained, but some phrases were reworded for clarity and conciseness. The repeated mention of Cheyenne's beauty was subtly reduced to avoid redundancy.