Savoy Theater
“It’s real, that’s for sure.”
“oh my god······.”
Me and Mr. Bentley looked at each other. Mr. Miller also looked at me suspiciously.
“Anyone who can write such an amount on a check without hesitation is surely no ordinary man. Hanseul, did you really say that person was ‘Alexandrina’?”
“Yes, Mr. Miller.”
“Is it a pseudonym, or if not that… is it your real name?”
Mr. Miller shook his head and murmured.
“No way, that can’t be the case. That noble person doesn’t even have the guts to read children’s fairy tales, and even if he did, he wouldn’t like it…”
I can’t hear something, but I don’t think I know anyone.
Come to think of it, it was an unusual name. Normally, the female form of Alexander would be Alexandra.
anyway.
“Well, how is it? Mr. Miller.”
“Do you mean can I use it?”
“Yes, I guess.”
“mmm.”
Mr. Miller crossed his arms. Having seen him for a long time, I couldn’t help but call it a rare sight.
oh my god. How can Mr. Miller worry so much about something other than buying a cricket club?
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“… it would be appropriate to use this.”
“Is that okay?”
“It’s not the money that came in anyway. Then it’s okay to write.”
If so, it would be appropriate to use it towards charitable funds.
Mr. Miller said so. I also nodded.
It was an outrageous amount. What is the fresh water, because it was enough money to beat the old man’s fist.
Could it be that I am not worth it?
As long as you are human, it is normal to not be able to stand a ton of money flickering in front of your eyes.
However, that was not just thrown out for pocket money, but it felt like it was given as an ‘investment’ concept after hearing my story.
‘Well, let’s say I ran well in sales. What is this level of operating profit per case?’
Thinking like that makes me feel more at ease. Yeah, that’s my performance, right?
No bonuses or anything like that.
“Then Mr. Bentley, please.”
“Ah, yes. All right. Author. And Mr. Miller, what happened to your request?”
“I received an answer from the Rothschild family that they would be happy to do so. He said he would send someone soon.”
“I’m glad.”
At that, Mr. Bentley and I let out a sigh of relief.
The request from the Rothschild family through Mr. Miller was nothing other than an accountant to be in charge of the finances of our foundation.
The Miller family’s painting statues… It was Mr. Miller’s hobby, and since they were a minority of elites, it was very difficult to get people out there.
The scale is much larger and it needs to be finely tuned.
That’s why I ended up looking for an accountant who is an expert in this field and a close friend.
If you play money, you are a Jew, and if you are a Jew, you are a Rothschild, right?
Networking is originally meant to be used at times like this.
It’s not like I’m saving my best connections and then I’m going to boil soup.
Anyway, I decided to entrust this to Mr. Miller in this way.
Since fundraising deals with upper-class people, this time, contrary to the usual, I’m hiring Mr. Miller as a management adviser.
“Anyway, Hansle, let’s go down and see. How dare you do this at random without telling your employer?”
“ha ha ha.”
Gee, I have nothing to say.
I honestly hung my head. In fact, the only place I decided to go was Guildford, Surrey, where author Lewis Carroll lived, and I came all the way to London to start a study book business out of the blue.
“Sorry, come and do some shopping later. Because the children were crying and asking why Hansl wasn’t coming.”
“oh. yes.”
“Grunt. I don’t think I was that sad when I went on a business trip…”
“…”
Bentley and I simply looked away from the sad father.
Originally, the more comforted you are, the sadder you become.
“Come to think of it, Mr. Bentley, what happened to the reading while I was kidnapped? There must have been additional requests.”
“Well, there was. First of all, I dragged out the time, and then I hurriedly proceeded for about 10 minutes with a tenor (a male vocalist who produces the highest pitch when singing) as a substitute.”
“Aha, that’s fortunate.”
Originally, post-processing is always more important in this kind of work.
Customer satisfaction always comes first!
······Wait, if that’s the case, wouldn’t I have had to go through all this trouble if I had asked that substitute in the first place?
Thinking that way, the moment I was about to protest, Mr. Bentley jumped first and said,
“Ah, Writer. Actually, I have a request from the Savoy Theater.”
“What is it?”
“Actually, it is a proposal that I would like to use this incident to properly turn Peter Perry into a play.”
“A play?”
therefore.
Are you talking about Media Mix, or Merchandising?
***
The Savoy Theater was originally a new theater built in 1881 at the Palace of the Counts of Savoy in the West End.
It was a hit at first.
The Savoy Theater, which featured the so-called ‘comedy opera’, a popular opera genre mixed with wit, became a popular theater in an instant, and theater owner Richard Doyle Carte laughed every day.
…but it didn’t last long.
“Gilbert, Sullivan!! these filthy children. After all, betray me all at once!?”
William Gilbert and Arthur Sullivan, ‘the former’ pair of star playwrights at the Savoy Theatre.
The two fought among themselves for reasons common in art collaborations, such as asking for a gradual increase in distribution and wanting to do a positive play, and often quarreled with Carte, the owner of the theater.
Carte managed to maintain this creaky combination somehow, and posted a new work called ＜Utopia, Limited＞, but he knew it as soon as the curtain went up.
this is screwed
I said I really ate it up.
“Things that were brought up as solders will perish just like that… Really.”
Carte said that while chewing on a headache pill.
＜The Nautch Girl＞, ＜Jane Annie or Good Deeds＞.
These were the plays he made in order to raise a playwright who would somehow replace the Gilbert and Sullivan duo.
Especially in the case of the latter, I made it by collaborating two fairly famous novelists… It was original, but the result was truly terrible.
The plot was vulgar, the lyrics incongruous, and the music okay, but not particularly engaging.
It’s a shame because his other source of income, the hotel, is on the road to success.
“There is only one way left.”
In front of his son and heir, Rupert Doyle Carte, Richard Doyle Carte said:
“A work that the public knows well enough that it does not require advertising expenses! And the high-ranking people, especially the royal family, are well aware of it, so it’s a work that can be handed out without hesitation! I’m going to make such a work into a play and demonstrate it! There is nothing else!”
“I-I understand what you mean…”
Rupert muttered tremblingly.
His eyes were on the two books on the table, ＜Peter Perry and the Fairy Forest＞ and ＜Vincent Villiers＞.
“Does it have to be these works? Well, how to say it… I know very well that it is popular and the royal family is paying attention to it…”
“Then what are you going to do?”
“That’s right, let’s do what we normally do.”
Whether it’s ＜Carmen (1875)＞, ＜Iolanthe＞, or ＜The Mikado＞… Especially the latter two are titles that have already been hugely successful at the Savoy Theater. Wasn’t it
Doing a new play takes a lot of energy.
Could anything be more troublesome than this?
However, Carte was very, very, very dissatisfied with his son’s sloppy words.
“Are you asking me to endure the humiliation of uploading only such a fixed repertoire? Never, never can!!”
“But… Hanslo Jin is too suspicious no matter how you think about it.”
On the other side of Rupert’s line of sight, there were thin, small newspapers containing almost fabricated articles about Hanslo Jean’s identity.
Most of them were positive, such as half-elves or hidden beauty princes, but among them, there were also negative ones, such as the hidden accomplice of Jack the Ripper caught this time, and the devil’s servant who dazzled human civilization.
Of course, Rupert also knew to some extent that this was being sent out by the anti-Hanslo faction.
Isn’t he a writer who has been deeply hated by the aristocratic family because of ＜Vincent Villiers＞?
The social circle is as narrow as it is wide.
Rumors at the Royal Society of Literature that Hanslow was impatient to eat gin were already all over London.
“Well, devil or angel. Even so, isn’t the story of Jack the Ripper quite plausible? In fact, shortly after Jack the Ripper disappeared, Hanslo Jean’s book began to be published. It’s suspicious that the author hasn’t revealed his identity until now.”
Polish hairdresser Aaron Kozminski is the real Jack the Ripper?
Was Jack the Ripper the only one or two people that Scotland Yard had ever caught?
Besides, look at ＜Vincent Villiers＞.
Looking at the description, delicate yet rough, rough yet delicate, as if walking down a back alley, no matter how you look at it, he wasn’t someone who had been there once or twice.
I haven’t checked, but the secret passage described in the work must be there.
And… isn’t that more interesting!
Rupert shook his head involuntarily.
It was a scene that Hanslo Jin and Jin Han-sol would have lamented, saying, ‘Conspiracy theorists exist in any age’, but unfortunately, he did not exist here.
Meanwhile, Rupert continued to let his imagination run wild.
“I write during the day, and at night I wander around the back alleys to find the material for my work. Then, when you find an attractive piece of writing, the knife in your bosom… evil!”
“Anyway, you’re just choosing useless words.”
But Rupert’s father, Richard Doyle Carte, slapped his son in the back and said,
“In the first place, what if you’re a murderer, and what if you’re royalty? Stupid bastard, are we in a position to cover rye and white bread?”
“No, it’s a bit cowardly to say that.”
“Noisy! This is necessary for the survival of our opera company.”
Even if he is a murderer, he is the savior if he earns money well. Carte said proudly.
“Think about it. What a low risk high return.”
Since it’s already a hit, you don’t have to advertise too much.
Since it is an adaptation, there is no need to use a star playwright.
The fairy’s costume looks like it will take a bit of work, but you can use the same one you used at the reading and concert this time.
It wasn’t even made by the Savoy Opera. Previously, the publisher recovered what the royal family used at the wedding of the royal couple, and it is only written this time.
Background from ＜Peter Perry＞?
For the academy, you can roughly use the castle background used in Hamlet, and for the lake or forest, it is enough to use the background used in ＜Lohengrin＞.
In addition, since ＜Peter Perry＞ basically takes place on a character-by-character basis, there are very few unnecessarily many actors appearing at once.
It is said that if you put your mind to it, you can save enough money in costume production and background production.
“More than anything! Isn’t this work the royal couple’s favorite work!!”
Perhaps just producing a play could earn royal patronage.
I don’t know.
‘Grunt, it’s annoying…’
Rupert Doyle Carte thought, scratching his head.
He was still young, and it was annoying to work.
It was my honest thought that I wanted to live a safe life while reading a newspaper full of interesting conspiracy theories, scratching my stomach, spending money in moderation, eating money, and having fun.
And, his father, Richard Doyle Carte, knew his mind best.
‘Anyway, there are children.’
Should I leave the future of the Carte family to that lazy man?
Maybe it’s more important to save that bastard’s spirit than a new one? That’s what I often think of.
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“anyway!”
No, let’s save the theater first. After all, you’re not going to die right away.
You can scold after success, after success.
“This is a meat not to be missed. We have to go ahead and sign the contract before others like Augustus Harris and Charles Wyndham take it away!!”
Rupert saw a chance.
Augustus Harris at the Theater Royal, Drury Lane, Charles Wyndham at the Criterion Theatre, are all theater giants like his father.
Of course, there is a possibility that he is just drooling while watching the socialites, as Carte has been until now.
But if that’s the case, even more… Wouldn’t it be necessary to make a contract by somehow concocting conditions?
“It doesn’t matter which singer you want or which director you want.”
said Richard Doyle Carte growling.
“I’m going to take Jin by any means! That is how our Savoy Theater lives!!”