Leaving behind a bunch of "helpless" socialites, Alvin joined the revelry backstage.
That was when he realized that Hell's Kitchen's way of thinking was completely at odds with these politically correct mainstream ideas.
Maybe "practicality" was an unnecessary burden for famous people. They were long past the days when they had to struggle to put food on the table, so naturally they wanted to pursue something more spiritual.
There were surely good and bad people among them. Some were after fame, some were seeking spiritual fulfillment, and of course there were genuinely kindhearted people too.
Alvin was in a bad mood, so he painted them all with the same brush. Prince William and Kate had managed to get through unscathed, but everyone else had been left high and dry.
Three days. How easy was it to raise a billion in three days?
But they simply couldn't afford the damage to their reputations if Alvin's plan stalled. This big shot didn't make a living off his good name, but they did.
They had chosen this path themselves. They had to see it through, even if they had to crawl.
Tomorrow's media coverage was going to be something else.
Seeing little Ginny stomping impatiently, urging him to hurry up, Alvin quickened his pace and headed backstage.
Looking at the backstage area, where everyone seemed to be dancing like demons, Alvin stared in disbelief. "FUCK, I thought the cross-dressing acts were over!"
Then he spotted Castle lifting his skirt to show off his hairy legs as he danced. "Hey, buddy, there are kids here! Are you out of your mind? Is it really that hard to put on a pair of pants?"
Castle lowered his skirt and complained to Alvin, "I donated five million, and I still didn't even get the chance to