Chapter 103 – 58-2 Preparing a New Play.
Lunch hour.
The classroom where everyone left for lunch.
The blonde-haired boy was rolling his pen and thinking deeply about which play would be good.
“What kind of play would you like in this world?”
I kept thinking about it throughout the class, but nothing came to my mind.
“Something sad. Still, we need a story that will captivate the public…”
Everyone likes a happy ending.
However, I think the sad ending is better.
Because it remains in the aftertaste.
It was because I personally liked a story that was both sad and ended sadly.
“Also. That is the only tragic story I know.”
No matter how many times I think about it, there is only that work.
A tragic story that even a literary keut like me would know.
Impossible to put into words.
It is a story of sadness that even the viewer feels sorry for and their love does not come true.
‘In this world, there are only a handful of media that still contain twists and ends with tragic love, so everyone will like it.’
Drawing notes he had organized in class, Allen wrote them down at high speed.
“It gets tiring when you become famous for nothing.”
****
Office after school
Allen hands Cordelia her organized notes.
“What is it? This is a scenario for a festival play. I have only briefly summarized it, so please read it.”
Cordelia, who read the summary of the scenario as she flipped through her notebook, seemed to find it interesting from the first page, and focused as she put on her glasses on her desk, crossing her legs.
Cordelia’s hand, flipping through her notebook, was impatient.
Then, after flipping through the notebook again, I read the scenario I had written a couple more times, then closed the notebook and looked at me with surprised eyes.
“Allen. Did you really write this story by yourself?”
Cordelia’s new look was just cute, as she fixed her glasses and still asked with surprised eyes.
“Of course. I skipped lunch and wrote it.”
“Amazing. To the extent that the theatrical industry was in trouble once. It’s a powerful story.”
“Do you like it?”
“If this is the case, even the principal will approve, no, actively agree…! Then I’ll go to the principal’s office, so wait a minute.”
Heading to her principal’s office with her closed notebook, Cordelia stopped her steps and looked at the seated Allen.
“However. What is the title of this play?”
“I didn’t think about that, but what do you think would be good for Ms. Cordelia, the title?”
Cordelia, who sits next to Allen on the sofa, opens her notebook again and begins to speak in an elevated voice, thinking of her title.
“Um… How about impossible love? Or… A family tragedy? Also…”
Her voice of excitement and excitement was enough to attract the attention of the teachers in her office.
Teachers who were curious about what the scenario written in the notebook by a student, which Cordelia, who is said to be arrogant and cold-hearted, liked so much, sneaked up to the sofa where we were sitting.
‘It has achieved attention. I wonder if I can imprint it on the teachers now.’
In fact, Allen only wrote the screenplay; she did not write the title.
Because she has such a great screenplay, doesn’t it make sense that the story doesn’t have a title?
So, if you expected Cordelia’s reaction, it was clear that you would tackle the lack of a title. No, I was sure.
Of course, there were times when Cordelia didn’t ask for the title.
It wasn’t too bad that the teachers were interested in the reaction of the delighted Cordelia as she headed to the principal’s office.
It’s like recognizing that it’s a good play.
“Should I ask another teacher? Teachers. It’s a scenario to be used for this festival play, so please read it and give me some suggestions as to which title would be good.”
Cordelia Take the notebook in her hand and hand it to a nearby teacher.
The huddled gathering was like school lunches bringing comic books and watching them.
I hear a low voice telling me to slowly turn over the note, saying that I haven’t read it yet.
And for some reason, the sound of swallowing and small exclamations here and there didn’t feel too bad.
When the teachers in the office closed their notebooks and handed them to me, everyone was worried with serious expressions.
Perhaps, I am struggling to recommend an appropriate title.
“How about this? The sorrow of love?”
“Ay, rather than that, how about talking about him and her?”
“It’s rather a tragedy, wouldn’t it be better to keep it simple like this?”
The atmosphere is similar to each other exchanging titles and discussing.
Even Cordelia was sneaking in to discuss the title.
‘I thought of the title anyway, so I don’t have to think about it.’
The purpose has already been achieved.
No matter how much the teachers roll their heads, they are already immersed in the story.
“There is a title I thought of at first, how about this one?”
The teachers who were making the title all looked at me.
“I’m not really good at making titles, so I was going to call it like this.”
Short breath. Looking at their eyes telling them to come up with a title quickly, Allen quietly smiles and says.
“How about Romeo and Juliet?”
****
“Dice.”
“Yes, Master Allen.”
“Things have changed.”
“Which…?”
As long as the principal gave permission to play Romeo and Juliet.
A new rumor had to be spread.
“Tell the servants that we prepared an original play, not the story of the blue witch.”
“Has it been replaced with another story?”
“Okay. It’s a play I wrote myself. Read it.”
When he handed over the organized notes, Dice politely handed them over and began to read them slowly.
Could it have been less than a few minutes?
Dyce closed the notebook and looked at Allen in awe.
“Hey, maybe you’re a young boy. It’s rude to say this, but did you ever sell your soul to the devil? How could this… You’re still young, really… I can’t put it into words.”
Sell your soul to the devil
It’s probably the best compliment you can give to a talented person.
“Brushing teeth. Anyway, did you remember the story?”
“Yes.”
“Then you know what to do now?”
“Yes. We will spread rumors to the theater and employees with a newly created scenario. Of course, I will not forget that Lady Vivian is the female lead.”
This is my favorite answer.
That’s why it’s easier to work with a smart guy as a subordinate.
“Good. Then run right away.”
“All right. Then let’s go in.”
Dyce bowed her head to Allen and returned to her dorm room.
“It should be fine.”
I am worried.
Even if rumors spread and Vivian was forced to take on the role of the female lead, she was not the only one worried.
Are you good at acting?
Wouldn’t it be premised on rejection in the first place?
What if another school lunch takes on the female lead?
An uncertain gamble entrusted to Dice.
But I definitely want
I am romeo Vivian very clearly wanted to be Juliet.
“Shall we go get something to eat…”
I was hungry, so my head was not spinning.
I couldn’t even eat lunch and kept writing the screenplay while hanging on my notebook.
“Let’s eat and think. Eat.”
The sky slowly darkens.
Allen walked slowly, dispelling her earlier worries and anticipating what the evening would bring, as she walked to the dining room.
****
Widely.
“What did you promise?”
“…?”
Opposite between clean empty plates piled up.
There, in front of Allen, who hurriedly ate omurice for dinner, Vivian with her bluish-white hair tied back and in a ponytail sat down and asked.
Allen stares at Vivian, who makes strange noises while swallowing the omurice in her mouth.
“I’m sorry, but what promise are you talking about?”
“This morning. What did you promise to do with Christine?”
‘Did you see it? I thought it didn’t come out today because I didn’t see it?’
“Allen Mestia. Answer me.”
Allen, who wiped her mouth smeared with omurice sauce with the back of his hand, looked straight at Vivian as he drank the water on her table.
“I think there has been a situation like this in front of the gym before? Yes?”
“I will not tell you?”
“Hmm… Did you ask Miss Christine?”
“Yet. She didn’t ask.”
Vivian shaking her head as her ponytail swayed.
“Do you think I will tell you?”
“I want you to answer the question.”
“I’d like to, but it’s just a promise between the two of us. Wouldn’t it be a bit like telling someone else, Vivian Araxis?”
Blue eyes as calm as a lake.
“Looks like you have no intention of telling me.”
“If you do my favor, I think you will think of something to tell me. Will you do me a favor?”
“If it’s a strange request, I’ll hit you on the head with a pile of plates.”
‘…It’s creepy.’
Involuntarily, I saw the stacked plates, the ones I ate.
“Tell me quickly.”
“You won’t hit me unless it’s a strange request, right? Then at this festival. Take the role of the female lead I wrote.”
“Okay.”
“What? What did you just… Say?”
“I said I was going to take on the role of the female lead.”
‘It’s absurd. What? Do things work out this easily?’
“Hey, Vivian. You don’t even know what kind of play it is, but you suddenly take on the role of a female lead?”
“Okay.”
“What are you going to do with the strange play you mentioned?”
“Will you allow a strange play at the Academy Festival?”
‘That’s right.’
“So tell me quickly. What did you and Christine promise? Her sister’s face is red.”
“Nothing. I just invited her to dine with me on the weekend.”
“Do you like Christine?”
“The hook is coming in. But didn’t you just tell me what you promised? How about some personal questions?”
“Okay. I won’t ask any more.”
After saying that, Vivian started eating the omurice she had brought.
“Anyway, I told you what I promised. Are you playing the female lead? Huh?”
“Okay, let’s eat some rice.”
Vivian was calmly eating the omurice, but her inside was not.
She didn’t know why she was sitting across from the blond boy.
She didn’t understand why she bothered to ask about the promise.
“By the way, you. Does she know how to act?”
“I know how to do it. She is confident in pretending to be okay.”
“Then I’m glad. The play I wrote requires a lot of acting skills. Are you really confident?”
“It’s like garbage…”
For a moment, Vivian puts down the spoon and glares at me with cold, cold eyes that are worse than those of a bug, and then returns to her original face.
“You can do it like this.”
Then Allen lifted the spoon again and saw Vivian casually eating omurice, her mouth slightly open.
“Hmm, hmm… The smoke is thin. Squeeze…”
Clearing his throat, Allen, shocked by the sudden change, stutters her words slightly.
‘You’re better than me…’
Just like that, Allen was about to eat her omurice with a spoon.
“When will the script come out?”
When Vivian, who was eating well, suddenly asked when the script would come out, Allen put down the spoon he was about to put in her mouth and looked at Vivian and said,
“It will take a day or two. Why do you ask that?”
“Since I am the heroine, she has to memorize the lines perfectly.”
‘There is also a sense of responsibility. It’s different from the school lunch. Or are you serious about the festival? I don’t know. I don’t know why it suddenly appears like this.’
Her complex emotions swirled, but in the end, she said that Vivian was her mistress and would do her part. Eat it up.
