The Best Movie Actor In Hollywood!

Chapter 691

Taylor Swift was so inspired that she had written the music and lyrics for a new song in just half an hour. The speed was so astonishing that Matthew could hardly believe it was true.

It seemed this Taylor Swift really was a gifted songwriter. But no matter how talented she was, their roles had completely reversed. Matthew had gone from student to teacher, instructing her in the finer points of human anatomy and leading a deep exploration into the complex mechanics of mammalian procreation.

That night, a unique sort of after-hours tutoring session unfolded in the music room. Over the past two years, Matthew had heard his share of rumors about what kind of woman Taylor was. As for himself, he was simply living his dream.

What surprised Matthew the most was that just as their "lesson" reached its climax, Taylor abruptly pulled away, claiming inspiration had struck. She then immediately began to write.

Matthew realized that the young singer had a rather peculiar method for finding inspiration. And as he read the lyrics she had just written, he had the distinct feeling that he was the song's male lead, and she, its heroine.

But he wasn’t bothered by it. There were countless stories about his exploits circulating already; one more hardly made a difference.

Of course, using him for songwriting inspiration came at a price.

As a result, Taylor barely slept a wink all night and spent the early morning in a daze.

Only after a brief rest did she seem to recover. Her spirits slightly lifted, she called Matthew into the living room and began a rather unconventional confession.

"Matthew, I'm sure you've figured it out." Taylor was a smart girl and knew it was better to be direct with a man like him. "Emotions and relationships are the greatest source of inspiration for my music, and I need constant stimulation to write songs...""I see," Matthew replied.

Taylor added, "No one has ever inspired me as much as you have. Since last night, I’ve been on a creative high, and my desire to write has never been stronger."

She looked straight at Matthew. "When I hit a creative wall, this is exactly the kind of stimulation I need." She suddenly reached out, her hand gripping his. "So, will you be my muse?"

Matthew froze for a moment. The girl was incredibly direct.

Seeing his hesitation, Taylor pressed, "I'm serious. Will you do it?"

"This is..." After the night they'd just shared, Matthew couldn't bring himself to refuse her outright. "Taylor, this is all very sudden. Give me some time to think about it, alright?"

It wasn't the first time a woman had confessed her feelings for him, but he had never before been propositioned to serve as a creative muse in quite this manner.

"Everything that happened last night proved how compatible we are." Taylor held his hand tightly. "We're perfect for each other."

Hearing her reference the previous night, Matthew frowned slightly but maintained his composure. "Taylor, we barely know each other."

Taylor, however, countered, "That's fine. You didn't play games with me, and I'm not going to play games with you."

Because of the "deep exchange" they'd had, Matthew tried to be polite. But after a series of gentle deflections proved ineffective, he was about to refuse her directly. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, his cell phone rang.

He pulled it out and glanced at the screen. It was a call from Armani. He quickly answered, and a representative informed him that they had prepared several outfits for his Oscar appearance and needed him to come in for a fitting.

Matthew put his phone away and turned back to Taylor. "I have something urgent to take care of. I have to go."

Taylor considered this for a moment, then replied, "Alright, then I'll schedule us for another time."

She hadn't expected her new source of inspiration to be quite so potent. Since he was so effective, he was certainly a resource worth holding onto.

Matthew didn't respond, simply giving a small wave as he headed for the door. Taylor saw him out of her residence.

As he drove away, Matthew noticed the paparazzi were on the verge of a frenzy. Many of them had been staking out the house since the previous day, waiting for him to emerge.

He left Malibu, his mind still processing what had just happened. Taylor had confessed her "love" in the strangest way imaginable. What a peculiar way of thinking.

Suddenly, a thought struck him: was she being sincere? There was something genuinely honest about stating the reasons for your attraction to someone so plainly.

Plenty of men were only interested in a woman's looks but would swear it was her personality that mattered. Plenty of women were only after a man's money but would claim it was the last thing on their minds. In that respect, at least, Taylor seemed sincere.

The young country music diva was undeniably attractive—a fine choice by most people's standards.

The problem was, he wasn't most people.

Matthew didn't mind starring as the leading man in Taylor's songs. After all, a night like that came at a price. You couldn't expect a nineteen-year-old beauty to entertain you all night for free, could you?

But being used, even with Taylor's disarming sincerity, felt wrong. And the fact that she was using him for inspiration wasn't the real issue.

Honestly, Taylor was definitely his type. Otherwise, he never would have agreed to her "lessons" in the first place.

The real problem was that he already had a girlfriend—a popular singer. And he knew one thing for certain: pop stars were far busier than movie stars. They were either recording and promoting albums or constantly shuttling between planes, hotels, and concert venues.

As he considered this, Matthew shook his head. He was just looking for a respectable excuse to turn Taylor down.

***

Arriving at the Armani boutique, Matthew went directly to the second-floor couture department. A stylist and two assistants were already waiting, having prepared five different suits for his upcoming appearance at the Academy Awards.

All but one were dark; after a single glance, Matthew dismissed the white one.

As for the others, he knew that when in doubt on the red carpet, you could never go wrong with black and a conservative cut.

The same logic applied to women's fashion.

Matthew selected a dark gray suit, complete with matching shoes and accessories.

Next, he drove to Studio 13 in Century City. While technically still a shell company, it now employed over twenty people and was currently managed by Bella Anderson.

The studio not only handled his film investments but also managed a wide range of his personal and professional affairs.

"Another biography about you just hit the market."

Inside the office, Bella Anderson handed Matthew a book. "This makes six."

Matthew glanced at the cover. It didn't feature his photograph, only a silhouette of a man who bore a strong resemblance to him—a clear attempt to get around image rights.

"Don't worry about it," Matthew said, casually tossing the book aside.

The North American book market was always flooded with unauthorized celebrity biographies. As long as the content wasn't outright libelous, there was little that could be done legally.

He figured he wasn't alone. People like Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, and Warren Buffett probably had countless unauthorized biographies written about them.

In any case, Matthew knew without even opening it that the so-called biography was undoubtedly filled with all manner of gossip.

For the time being, things were quiet at Studio 13. With "The Twilight Saga: New Moon" and "The Hunger Games" in development, Matthew was free to attend the Oscars without any distractions. For now, all they had to do was wave the flag for "Fast & Furious 4."