The Black Suit - A Fictional Story

The Black Suit - A Fictional Story

I am nameless, yet everyone in the industry knows who I am. I am the President, "The Black Suit" of a well known entertainment company that specializes in scouting and promoting new female talent. Our roster of artists contains the hottest contemporary names of our country, the cream of the crop. They are the ones you see on the Internet, television shows, fashion magazines and the like. They are the idols that set the trends for the ordinary people. People emulate them and look up to them. Everyone envies them and wants to be them. Due to our society being fixated on the artificiality that our talent represents, we have vast amounts of control over other industries in our country as well, such as the cosmetic industry. What we sell, the masses buy.

"Welcome to our team."

Without exceptions, every new talent goes through a "quality check". You would be surprised how many young girls are hungry for the big time to the point of being willing to do everything they can to get recognized. Our A&R department uses detailed guidelines in the discovery of the girls we want to bring onboard and the supply always surpasses the demand. We hand them their first contracts that 99% of the time they sign no questions asked. My experience has shown that their obsession with fame overshadows their common sense over finances they should be owed. Our legal department carefully tailors the contracts with loopholes to strictly suit the company's interest and "certain other needs". It is not until much later when only a handful of the girls realize what they've signed onto. In an extremely rare occurrence one of them wants out, but at that point it's already too late.

Every new talent goes through a "quality check".

We calculate the trends and times very carefully. Our marketing- and publicity departments handle the promotion of our talent exactly the way we want them to be shown to the public. We arrange the modifications to their look and their cosmetic surgeries. Our product development department carefully arranges their nurturing in singing and performing. We have recording studios and producers at hand for them and our songwriters write their songs the way we see fit, the vast majority of them being about the common themes of sex and love. The public buys a hedonistic message and we are more than happy to provide.

My decisions have the ultimate power. Within our talent I have access to unlimited amounts of anything that satisfies my desires and whims of the moment. The girls are so competitive with each other and even their "friends" within their own groups that all they care about is being more popular than the girl next to them. That's one of the times they come to me doing all sorts of things you can possibly imagine to try to persuade me to favor them over others. With the exception of a few more intelligent individuals they always resort to using their feminine charms in every imaginable way, bordering on artistic creativity. Yes, I do have my favorite girls. I might arrange to give them a push over the others but just so that it never makes a difference in the long run.

Within the roster of talent, the competition for the #1 spot is fierce. Depending on the trends, our current #1 can be a female solo artist or a certain girl group. In essence, it's the peak of our business chart of which of our current products sells the best. Yes, our artists are products with the purpose of making us the maximum amount of profit. When our company finds that artist- or girl group X isn't cutting it in popularity anymore, we just drop them. When we debut them we give them a big push, some go over and some might not. Regardless of the longevity of the product, the ones who had their time and are not "hot" anymore are replaced and surpassed by someone new. I remember when one of the more intelligent girls came to me as she could tell her group's time was nearing its twilight, she suggested that she'd be moved to a 'sister group' that was rapidly taking off in popularity. I had seen it coming and gave her my response. She begged me to reconsider. You couldn't imagine the things she said she would do. All for the sake of fame. They are like puppets under your control. She too had signed on and made it through the long 'product development cycle' during which they got to know "the ins and outs" of our company and business, and she was hell-bent on ensuring that all of it had not been in vain. It all ended with simple words: "It's nothing personal, just business." The media would cover her subsequent and unfortunate mortal stunt, but our PR-experts had the aftermath taken care of as well. It was a sad individual decision, no harm done to the company.

The public buys a hedonistic message and we are more than happy to provide.

A person with conflicted views couldn't last in this suit. People use every possible psychological- and physical argument in an attempt to manipulate you to side with them. It numbs you over time and increasingly dims what is left of a conscience. Yes, being a man of power has its price and it is bittersweet: you crave for all the stature, influence and flesh, yet all of it slowly eats away your humanity. It is a price I keep choosing to pay.

We're recruiting new talent. Do you want to be a star? We can make you one, if you have what it takes. #entertainment #fame

The Black Suit - A Fictional Story

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  • Sounds quite plausibly accurate to me.

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