Peerless Perverted Actor Has a Celebrity Harem?!

The first hour was spent nowhere near the forty percent Park wanted on his Masters.

Lawyers preferred beginning fights in chronological order.

NX wanted a long relationship. Evelyn wanted Park to remain capable of escaping one before he grew old enough to complain about his knees, so they eventually worked toward three years for both MUSIC & ACTING contracts, with neither acting nor music quietly renewing itself without the other.

Six months before the end, both sides would negotiate again.

If NX wanted to keep him, it would have to keep both careers unless Park agreed otherwise, and if he became significantly more valuable before those three years were finished, certain milestones could force the money portions back onto the table early.

That one Park liked immediately.

It meant if Nathaniel Park somehow became the hottest actor in the Empire eighteen months from now, NX couldn’t smile sweetly and remind him that nineteen-year-old Nathaniel had once agreed to rookie economics.

The NX lawyer disliked the breadth of the triggers.

Evelyn disliked her dislike.

Twenty minutes disappeared.

Park discovered lawyers could become astonishingly petty over three words while maintaining perfectly civil voices.

The commissions were easier.

NX would take 10% from Park’s acting compensation on films, series and other screen projects it represented him on. If a studio paid him 10-Million Cels for a film someday, 1-Million would belong to NX before Park even began worrying about everybody else waiting nearby with professionally sharpened spoons.

’Fair enough.’

Endorsements became more interesting.

"If we procure the deal, fifteen percent," NX’s business-affairs lawyer said.

"Agreed," Evelyn replied. "Eight if Nathaniel or his independent team procures it."

The woman wanted ten.

Evelyn wanted eight; they somehow spent seven minutes arguing over two numbers before eight survived.

*

Park had already learned enough to understand why endorsement money could become obscene:

Some company might one day pay him to wear its watch, drive its car or hold its phone in a campaign because they weren’t really purchasing his ability to hold objects without dropping them but renting the attention attached to his face and name.

If NX found that company and negotiated the entire arrangement,15% was theirs. If Sloane found it or any agent brought it to her while NX merely made sure the campaign didn’t collide with Park’s movie schedule or another brand, they’ll take 8%.

Paid appearances worked similarly, 10% when Park’s side brought them and 15% when NX did.

Park had needed Evelyn to explain that one the previous day.

Apparently, eventually, people might pay Nathaniel Park simply to attend things.

Paid Appearances were things like: A nightclub anniversary, luxury hotel opening, a convention, a fashion event... some billionaire’s ridiculous product launch where Park’s primary professional responsibility might amount to entering through the correct door, looking expensive for ninety minutes and allowing photographers to prove he’d been there.

Park had stared at himself after learning this.

There were careers where people paid you to attend parties!

Anyways...

Live music was the heavier bite.

NX held firm at 30% of Park’s live-performance side from tours, headline concerts, major festivals and ticketed music events it handled.

Park had initially disliked the number until Sloane quietly began listing everything behind a tour: arenas, promoters, routing, rehearsal spaces, musicians, dancers, sound crews, lighting, security, sponsors, ticketing, transport, hotels and enough scheduling misery to make a sane man fake his death.

Twenty percent suddenly sounded less offensive: he almost told them to take 40%.

"You organize the travelling circus," Park said, "and I show up and sing?"

The A&R executive smiled. "That is a criminal simplification."

"Still sounds wonderful."

Social sponsorships followed the same logic. NX brought the brand, 10%... if Park’s team brought it and NX materially worked the campaign, then 8%. If Park independently received an offer and NX did nothing beyond being notified and checking conflicts, there was no commission.

The notification part remained.

Park couldn’t accept money from one sports-car company on Monday and then discover Tuesday morning that the movie he’d signed required him to promote its rival.

’Reasonable.’

What Evelyn absolutely murdered was doubledipping.

One campaign paying Park a million Cels to appear at a launch, take photographs and make three social posts could not somehow become an endorsement commission, an appearance commission and a social-media commission on the same million.

"One revenue stream, one applicable commission," Evelyn said.

Park nodded solemnly. "No letting the same Cel walk past you twice wearing a fake mustache."

Silence held for half a second.

Noah laughed first.

Even the NX lawyer smiled despite herself.

Acting Control took considerably longer.

Park kept the final right to refuse roles. NX argued that occasionally a project could be too important to dismiss because he disliked the first script, so they gained a reconsideration clause:

If Park rejected something NX considered genuinely important, it could demand one proper meeting with him and his team, improve the salary, scheduling, billing, script conditions or whatever had offended him, and try again.

After that, no meant no.

The same stubbornness did not survive Park’s attempt to control which NX artists could receive internal songwriting commissions.

"I want refusal rights to whom I write for and—."

"No!" the A&R executive said.

Park frowned. "That was fast."

"Because the answer is simple."

"If I don’t think someone fits my song?"

"That is a creative objection. Different issue. You asked for the right to refuse an artist."

"Yes."

"No!"

Park looked at Evelyn.

Evelyn leaned toward him and lowered her voice. "Let this one go."

"They’re telling me who gets something I wrote."

"If you voluntarily accept an internal commission, yes. We are limiting how much commissioned work they can require and protecting your economics. They need to be able to assign material inside their own roster."

Park still looked unhappy.

Evelyn added quietly, "They’re refusing this hard because they already think your writing is worth fighting over."

That helped considerably.

"Fine," Park said.

The A&R executive looked suspiciously pleased.

The smaller protections accumulated faster afterward. Park owned his social accounts and followers. NX could have professional access but couldn’t seize them if the relationship ended. Publicity obligations had limits. He could date whoever he wanted, although serious relationships or situations likely to become public were something PR wanted warning about before three hundred reporters began calling.

Then NX casually informed him that sometimes they might suggest dating rumors.

Park stopped reading: "You’re telling me I should warn you if I’m dating someone, but you might ask me to pretend I’m dating someone?"

"For promotion," one representative said.

"A studio may request chemistry publicity between leads." another one said. "But you can choose to refuse but you get paid depending on what is requested."

Park leaned back.

’This industry is going to be fun, who knows, in that pretending I might land myself an Waifu or two.’

Digital rights were less amusing.

NX could use his name, face and voice to promote things Park had actually agreed to do. Posters, album campaigns, agency advertisements, ordinary project promotion. Fine.

But if a game studio scanned his face and body to turn his movie character into a playable avatar, that was another commercial use; if they sold a special Nathaniel Park Skin, somebody paid him. If a mobile game wanted his voice for a character, somebody paid him. If a company wanted a virtual version of him greeting customers, separate agreement. If some lunatic eventually wanted a holographic Nathaniel Park performing while the biological Nathaniel Park was asleep somewhere, Park wanted money and approval.

AI language became even stricter:

No voice cloning, no fabricated songs, no artificial performances assembled from recordings he’d already made, no training a commercial model on his voice simply because NX possessed the studio files.

Park had seen enough games in his previous life to know exactly how quickly one licensed character could become twelve skins, four seasonal variants and a suspiciously expensive beach outfit.

Nobody was turning him into downloadable content for free.

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