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Lord of Entertainment C43 Development
🕑 Added 2024-08-28 00:00:05 +0000 UTCAfter two intense hours of sparring, we both stood gasping for air, sweat glistening on our skin. I looked at Lucy with newfound respect. "You're really tough for a woman," I said, a hint of admiration in my voice.
Lucy shot me a fierce grin between breaths. "Don't underestimate me," she retorted, pride evident in her tone. Then, her expression shifted to one of curiosity. "By the way, I never got your real name before. What is it?"
I met her gaze, an amused smile playing on my lips. "Actually, my real name is Arthur."
Lucy's eyes narrowed, annoyance flashing across her face. "I'm not joking with you," she said, her voice sharp.
I held up my hands in a placating gesture, my smile widening. "It's true. My real name is indeed Arthur." I paused for effect, then added, "I coincidentally have the same name as your precious brother."
Lucy studied me intently, searching for any sign of deception. I met her gaze steadily, allowing her to see the truth in my eyes - at least, the partial truth I was willing to share.
"So, your name is Arthur, huh?" she said slowly, as if testing the words. "What about your family name?"
I wiped the sweat from my forehead, buying myself a moment to think. "My family name? Do you want me to be honest about it?"
"Honest," Lucy replied, her tone leaving no room for evasion.
I chuckled, deciding to play with the truth once more. "Actually, there's no way I'll tell you my real family name, so maybe I could just give you a fake one."
Lucy's expression cycled through frustration, amusement, and finally resignation. "Never mind," she said, shaking her head.
We chatted for a while longer, the conversation a delicate dance of half-truths and careful omissions. As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, I knew it was time to take my leave.
"This was... interesting," I said as I prepared to go. "Same time tomorrow?"
Lucy nodded, her eyes still studying me with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. "Don't be late, 'Arthur'," she said, the quotation marks around my name almost audible.
***
The days blurred together in a whirlwind of activity and progress. The Rockwell Theatre, once a humble venue, was rapidly transforming into the stage I had envisioned. Thanks to the efficient work of the renovation company Ark had recommended, the place was buzzing with activity, off-limits to the public as it underwent its metamorphosis.
Five days had passed since the theatre's closure, and I could sense the growing anticipation among my fans.
Their eagerness to hear me play again was palpable, but they would have to wait. The renovations were estimated to take another week, perhaps ten days at most. The wait would be worth it, I was sure, but that didn't make it any easier for my devoted followers.
My daily sparring sessions with Lucy continued to push me to my limits. With each passing day, I felt my skills sharpening, my reflexes becoming faster. The promise of the Fiery Dagger, now just two days away, spurred me on. Lucy remained a formidable opponent, but I could sense a growing respect in her eyes, mixed with an ever-present curiosity about my true identity.
Delilah, too, was making progress. Our daily conversations seemed to be helping her cope with her inner struggles. Watching her small victories, seeing her smile more freely, filled me with an unexpected sense of pride and warmth. In three days, I would receive the mental skill reward for guiding her, but I found myself more invested in her well-being than in any potential reward.
My fan base continued to grow steadily, despite the theatre's closure. The count now stood at 8,701 - tantalizing close to the 10,000 mark.
Perhaps the most exciting development was the launch of the Electric Guitar and Electric Piano. The inventions I'd presented to the Orlando company were now hitting the stores, and the response was overwhelming.
Even before the official distribution, my most dedicated fans had managed to snatch up the first available units.
Orlando's marketing machine was in full swing, ensuring that awareness of these revolutionary instruments spread far and wide.
At the same time, the temporary closure of Rockwell Theatre had an unexpected silver lining - it gave me the perfect excuse to intensify negotiations with Harmony Records. Our talks had been progressing steadily, each conversation a delicate dance of reveal and conceal.
Although I couldn't directly involve the Whitlock family in the matter, it doesn't mean I can't come up with clever ideas.
In one of our recent meetings, I had "accidentally" let slip my connection to the Whitlock family. It was a calculated risk, one that I hoped would tip the scales in my favor. As I watched the executives' faces, I saw the briefest flicker of surprise before their professional masks slipped back into place.
"So, Mr. Whitlock," Garrett Steele, the CEO, had said, his tone carefully neutral. "You've been holding out on us."
I had simply smiled, neither confirming nor denying. "I prefer to let my music speak for itself," I'd replied.
Now, as I reflected on that meeting, I couldn't help but smirk. They might try to hide it, but I knew the revelation had changed everything. The Whitlock name carried weight, and Harmony Records would be fools not to consider the potential connections and influence that came with signing me.
Moreover, I was aware that other record labels had been sniffing around. Rumors of the "Demon King" and his revolutionary sound had spread through the industry like wildfire. This competition only strengthened my position with Harmony.
Of course, a talent agencies came reaching out with a tempting offer. While I couldn't accept it outright - my commitment to Rockwell Theatre took precedence - I made sure to take their contact information. It never hurt to have options, after all.
***
The soft whisper of danger pulled me from sleep, my {Sixth Sense} skill flaring to life. Without conscious thought, my body moved, rolling to the side as something whistled past where my head had been moments before.
My eyes snapped open to find Lucy straddling me, her fist buried in the pillow beside my head. Her face was inches from mine, eyes wide with surprise and... was that admiration?
"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through me. Inwardly, I thanked my foresight in leveling up {Sixth Sense}. Without it, I'd likely be sporting a spectacular black eye right now.
I was also profoundly grateful for my decision to maintain my human appearance even in sleep.
The extra drain on my mana pool was worth the security, especially given Lucy's penchant for unexpected visits.
If she had caught me in my demon form... well, that would have been a far more complicated situation to explain.
Lucy's lips curled into a small, impressed smile. "You're interesting... Even in your sleep, you're alert? That's very intriguing."
I met her gaze, acutely aware of our compromising position. "And it's very interesting that you're on top of me with your face so close to mine. We might kiss if you're not careful."
Lucy's eyes widened, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she quickly scrambled off me. "Don't flatter yourself," she muttered, but the slight tremor in her voice betrayed her composure.
I sat up, running a hand through my tousled hair. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure of this early morning assault?"
Lucy crossed her arms, her expression a mixture of frustration and curiosity. "I wanted to test you. Your reflexes are...
impressive."
"Thanks," I said dryly. "Next time, maybe try a less violent wake-up call? Coffee works wonders, I hear."
A small laugh escaped her, quickly stifled. "Where's the fun in that?"
I swung my legs over the side of the bed, keeping my movements casual despite my heightened awareness. "Fun for you, maybe. Some of us prefer our mornings without the threat of bodily harm."
