Chapter 132 Remy
Chapter one hundred thirty-two
Remy
Meg steps into my office and closes the door behind her. She sits across from me without preamble.
“How bad?” I ask. She has the updated presale numbers and final box counts.
“We did lose a few box holders after the announcement,” she says, scrolling through her tablet. “But it doesn’t matter.”
I wait.
She finally looks up. “We now have a waiting list. Corporate buyers. Two adjoining states.”
I lean back slowly.
I fold my hands on the desk. “Have you looked at the comments?”
“I have.”
“I haven't,” I admit.
Meg studies me. “You are not even a little curious?”
“I am,” I say. “I'm choosing not to read them.”
I lean back in my chair. “That was quick.”
“The second interview shifted everything. Erik calling her his muse. Saying he built the opera around her story.” She looks up. “People are responding to it. The love story.”
I allow myself a small exhale. “Good.”
“You don't sound surprised.”
“I'm not surprised. I'm relieved.”
She smiles faintly.
“The engagement is steady, not just a spike,” she continues. “The lullaby clip is everywhere.”
I nod slowly. “Art resonates when it is honest.”
Meg watches me carefully. “You are thinking about the next problem.”
“I am. I want to strike while interest is high. Have Erik and David come in. I need a realistic opening date.”
She nods. “Once we have the date, we can start presales. I have a tentative lineup of productions and dates to fill the calendar until then.”
“No.” I shake my head. “Symphonies or our ballet only. The first musical staged here will be Erik’s.”
She pauses.
“We have a name for it now,” I say. “Dark Muse.”