Surviving as a Writer in the British Empire - Surviving as a Writer in the British Empire chapter 64

＜resonance＞

I got a slave, but to be honest, I can’t manage to carry around this intermittent bomb forever.

But fortunately, I know a specialist in this job.

“Now, let’s sign it quickly.”

“No, nonsense! I, I, serialized in a magazine! Such unbeautiful, vulgar writings…!”

“Shut up and do it!”

And while George Nuels looked down with joy, Oscar Wilde was weeping and forced to sign the serialization contract.

“Okay then, please roll it to your heart’s content from now on.”

“Heh heh heh! Of course.”

“Come on, Mr. Wild. You’d better not think about running away. If you make a mistake here, these two will chase you to hell.”

“This, this is… an insult to human rights!”

Are you Alpha?

Occasionally, in some jobs, there are things that come together as a set.

Just like a journalist attached to a celebrity, or an officer attached to a king, such a strange relationship that cannot help but be tied together like a lump.

For some reason, it seems like they will follow you to the end, and you can’t help but feel the creepiness…

And, sadly, this poor sheep named Oscar Wilde got caught in a double special attack.

“hehehehe…”

The editor in charge of the writer.

Wherever you run away, wherever you play, Chuno. No, an existence that makes me track and serialize.

And this man whose eyes are shining right in front of him is the head of the devil’s media company who even roasted ‘that’ Arthur Conan Doyle so that he could only be freed after killing Sherlock.

It means that there is no chance that Oscar Wilde, who is both physically and mentally glassier than Conan Doyle, can escape.

And, here’s one more.

“If the specified amount is not deposited every month in the future, the debt collectors operated by the Rothschild family will come to you.”

“Ugh…”

this one is really scary

Because debt collectors and debt collectors are stronger than normal relationships.

Shall we say the prey and the hound?

The moment they become debtors, they are no longer customers, so be polite but do not cover the means and methods.

just take the money

I felt a chill when I saw a sharp-looking man with a long scar on one cheek, introduced through Lionel Rothschild.

If I am innocent, what should I do with Oscar Wilde? His eyes are spinning around and around.

Isn’t that why I wish I hadn’t made that debt?

anyway.

“Now then, you will be staying here in the prop preparation room of the Savoy Theater from now on. It’s okay that you can’t go home anyway, right?”

“Ugh… ah, ugh…”

“Yes, yes, tell the troupe and I will take care of all three meals for you. Oh, we Brits can’t miss tea time. I’ve told you beforehand, so I’ll make sure to add coffee at night.”

“Ahhhhh!! I got it!!”

Afterwards, find work for people who have no home and no money, provide food, and arrange lodging. How many people in the world do this?

Even taking care of welfare for the quality of life of employees working overtime…

I moved to my seat with Oscar Wilde, who was so moved that he couldn’t say anything, leaving behind George Nuels, who was smiling and locking the door of the prop room with his own hands.

“Writer, are you here?”

“I’m sorry. Author! I mean really well…!”

“I know, I know.”

why are you so down?

I put my hand on the shoulder of Richard Strauss, who was with Mr. Carte, and patted him.

Of course, it’s a mortal sin to bring a cancer mass, but in a way, I’m just grateful that I bought a sincere employee at a low point.

In the director’s office, where even Oscar Wilde came in, all the leading actors of this play were finally gathered.

There are four of us: I, the original author, Oscar Wilde, the screenwriter, Richard Strauss, the composer, and Richard Doyly Carte, the director.

“Hey, what kind of place is this? huh? What else are you going to do to me!!”

“Hey, don’t whine too much.”

When I make things work, I don’t make them do things they can’t do. I can do it, but I do what I can do with difficulty.

Are you a genius anyway? It’s a very simple thing, just pulling out what’s in your head.

“Mr. Wild. The last thing you have to do is arrange this into a play and put it on the silver screen.”

“This is… Ah, ＜Peter Perry and the Fairy Forest＞. Hanslo Jin, it’s your writing, but aren’t you writing it yourself?”

“Unfortunately, I don’t know much about opera. Originally, this should be left to the pros.”

I shrugged and said. Even Sir Arthur Conan Doyle failed in plays.

How much more am I the only one who knows only some of the songs for opera? Why?

Isn’t the reason that Oscar Wilde failed this time because he believed in his own words and spoke out? I don’t make that mistake.

“But, Mr. Wilde, it would be possible for you.”

“Ha, of course.”

Oscar Wilde, who had been looking dead just a moment ago, but then raised his arrogant nose just because he opened it up for a moment.

He then took a quick glance at my book and nodded.

“It’s also bizarre. The sentence is rubbish, but the dialogue is simple and touches the heartstrings. Really, it’s a strange technique.”

“My penmanship is second to none. So, is that possible?”

“It would be easier than other novels. After all, this would be a script of some kind. Since scenes and lines are the center anyway… Hmm, I guess I’ll just have to compress unnecessary scenes and maximize directing of important parts.”

He became serious in an instant after entering his job, and began to add layers by erasing and writing things with a fountain pen on top of the book.

After writing for a long time, he looked up at Strauss and said, ‘The problem is this friend.’

Then, Strauss, who had been still, met that gaze with a somewhat tearful expression.

“What am I talking about?”

“Hey, did you say Strauss? ‘That’ Richard Strauss, the son of Franz Strauss?”

“That’s right. As expected, Mr. Wilde also…!”

“I’ve heard that it was ruined.”

Deng, it seems that the sound echoed.

No, did it really ring? That must have been the sound of Strauss hitting the table.

However, Oscar Wilde just looked at Richard with cool eyes and said plainly.

“I also went to see all kinds of plays and operas in Europe to perform ＜Salome＞. I know what Germans like you think. You would think that only Wagnerian well-constructed, perfect and flawless symphonies are real pieces of music. is not it?”

“Isn’t it?”

“No, no! This is why Germans! Oh my God, who the hell would notice if I did it so meticulously and well?”

I laughed out loud.

Oscar Wilde’s exaggeratedly stretched out body like an actor might be a bit unlucky, but it was unmistakably the greatest playwright of the Victorian era.

“Of course there are races that can do that! But do you think that would be a lot? Especially in this music barren London?”

“Kuhm! Wild. No matter how much it is, it’s a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of.

“Did I say something wrong? Carte, I know about Gilbert and Sullivan! Those friends whined about wanting to do a positive role, right? As if I couldn’t even blink!”

At that, I saw Richard Doyle Carte turn his head away in silence.

Well, it must have been a straight line.

“There is also something I wanted to keep the color of the Savoy Theater. It was necessary to have our own color to differentiate it from other theaters, and I took it as an operetta that is easy and easy to understand for populism.”

“ruler! young friend. This is Mr. Carte’s position.”

The target Oscar Wilde was talking about was, of course, Strauss.

The genius composer born in Germany had a frown on his face, but he nodded and said:

“In short, we need music that is easy to play and easy to listen to, but at the same time fits the story.”

“That’s right! And to do that, as much as possible, emotions! more emotionally! You can dominate your opponent, no! You must have an impactful tone that can overwhelm, dominate, and reign over your opponent!”

“I see what you mean. If that’s the case, I’ll put in a tone that’s sweeter and emphasizes the mystery in this way—”

“Ohh, after all, where did you get what you ate!? come on and see Since there are a lot of children and women appearing, if the sopranos increase their lines a bit more—”

“You know! After all, if you want to express strong emotions, you must be a soprano!”

So, at first I thought it was a bit of a fight, but when I came to my senses, the conversation centered around Oscar Wilde and Strauss. In the eyes of the two, as if the stars were gradually resonating, a brilliant golden light was growing.

As expected, I’ve felt it before, these two seem to be different, but oddly, the codes match.

I made eye contact with Mr. Carte for a moment, and I got up and went outside so that the two geniuses in resonance could talk on their own.

“How are you, Carte?”

“Awesome. If the two of them create such good synergy, I think a great masterpiece will come out.”

“Yes?”

As expected, strangeness calls for strangeness, so what kind of attraction do geniuses have?

“Then, now all we have to do is prepare the actors.”

“yes. The public audition schedule has also been fixed. To be honest, there were so many in the first round that I had to go through quite a lot of paperwork alone.”

Great.

I smiled and nodded.

What is the reason why audition programs such as ＜You Are a Singer＞ and ＜The K Star＞ were so popular in Korea?

Of course, it is because it is a great publicity tool in itself, but there are also things that secure fixed talent beyond that.

I don’t know much about the actors of this era, but isn’t England famous as the hometown of famous actors?

Who were Christopher Lee and Ian McCullen, who fought grandly to wear white, James Radcliffe and Emma Watson, and Tom Holland, who appeared whenever they turned on OCN when they were young? Isn’t Andrew Garfield the only British Spider-Man?

Anyway, it’s a rather old movie, but it’s a black-and-white movie that moral teacher played…

dump.

It was then.

I felt someone bump behind my knee.

When I turned around, a child in a fairy costume fell backwards, looking up at me with weeping eyes.

That’s…

“I’m sorry!”

“Gee, Charlie! What are you doing! Apologize to the author right now!”

“hahahahaha, it’s okay.”

I smiled bitterly and stood the child up.

“Are you okay? kid.”

“Yes, yes! thank you!”

Hmm, it looks like you took on the role of Reese.

It’s not an easy role, but for such a young kid to take on… Are you really good at it?

I was intrigued and asked the child’s name.

“What is your name?”

“Tea, Charlie. Charlie—”

At that moment, I felt as if I was resuming a thought that had been cut off earlier.

“Chaplin.”