ghost on paper

Chapter 481 Poor Beethoven (Earth)
Of course Louise knew Fuller Rogers, just as the New Amsterdam Theater knew the Richard Rogers Theatre, which had produced a backup version of "A Midsummer Night's Dream" at the New Amsterdam Theater. The acclaimed "I Married an Angel."

Then there's "The Lion King" versus "Chicago," and "Mary Poppins" versus "The Sound of Music." There is eternal competition between these two theaters, eternal rivalry, and eternal Broadway.

Over the past [-] years, countless talented musicians and entertainers have given wonderful performances on the stages of these two theaters. While engraving their names in the history of art, they have also made these two theaters famous for Broadway and musical theater. synonymous with each other, has also created a state of competition between the two theaters that will always compete with each other.

The protagonist of "The Truman" that Louise is preparing is the mainstay of "Chicago" who has appeared in hundreds of performances at the Rogers Theater. This is equivalent to a shot in the face of theater manager Richard Rogers. Louise Unexpectedly, the opponent's retaliatory shot hit here.

The fact that this piece of music was in the hands of Fuller Rogers worried Louis far more than if it was burned by fire. After all, if you lose a gun, and the gun appears again at the opponent's place, it means that the opponent has two guns. , and you are bare-handed.

"Have they all been bought?" Louise couldn't help but ask.

"Except for the one you took, of course." The storekeeper said, and then smiled: "If you are willing to sell it, Mr. Fuller said he would pay $20."

Louise pursed her lips, which was a sign that she was angry. Indeed, this was obviously a humiliation. Twenty dollars... Humph!

She turned around and opened the door with the Christmas wind chimes hung on them. The intense ringing of the bells represented her mood. However, the shopkeeper immediately shouted: "Madam, do you want to find this musician? I know where he is!" "

The "tramp" in the shopkeeper's words has been upgraded to a "musician", and the scores of sheet music that are being purchased have obviously proven that one's worth.

"Are you sure I need to find him that much?" Louise couldn't help but ask provocatively. She didn't like this feeling of being controlled by someone's desires and preferences.

"No, no, no, I'm not sure. I just want to sell the news." The shop owner immediately waved his hand and showed a harmless smile, "After all, I'm just a businessman."

Louise weighed it in her mind and asked, "How much?"

"$200."

……

47th Street.

This place is far away from the core of Broadway, but it is still within the scope of Broadway, which is the so-called Off-off-Broadway. That does not mean that it is far away from art. In the beginning, Off-Off-Broadway Broadway is a "resistance community" established to resist the invasion of commercialization into the art world, so it is just far away from commerce.

Today, the spirit of resistance of Off-Broadway has become a legend. Its role is to use smaller theaters to support more potential artists. From Off-Broadway to Off-Broadway and then to Broadway, this is a road gradually approaching success, and even more Those who become successful will go to Hollywood.

Now, Louise stood under the sign called "Moonlite Bunny Ranch" on 47th Street, imagining the story of a down-and-out talented musician and a prostitute. Yes, this is it. She got the address for $200.

A brothel.

The story Louise just remembered was the famous "Moulin Rouge". The protagonists of the story are a talented musician and a famous prostitute.

bang bang.

Louise knocked on the door, and not long after, a 30-year-old woman with heavy makeup that could not hide her tired expression opened the door. She was not surprised to see Louise, and just said: "Sorry, we're not open today. My husband is not here either."

"I'm looking for this person." Louise showed her cell phone. There was a photo on the phone from the shop owner. This was a $200 bonus.

"Tramps don't have money to patronize us." The woman only glanced at the photo and made a mocking gesture.

"Look at his face, maybe you want to patronize him," Louise said.

According to the shop owner, a prostitute "picked up" the beautiful homeless man, and that prostitute was obviously the one in front of her.

"Oh...oh?" The woman looked at the photo carefully. Her expression and eyes changed, as if she had changed from a wooden doll wearing a professional mask to a human being with a breath of life. She said, "You Looking for Beethoven." Beethoven, Beethoven.

A directional name.

"His name is Beethoven?" Louise was a little surprised.

"We call him Beethoven." The woman took out a cigarette, held it between her slender fingers, and seemed to want to give one to Louise before lighting it. Louise refused, which made the woman's eyes show a mocking look, " He was working hard every day to write his music, but no one was willing to pay him even $1."

"How is this possible?" Louise felt incredible. "The music he composed is full of charm!"

"Really?" The woman felt even more incredible, "Are you willing to pay $10 for his music score?"

"It's all for $100!" Louise said.

……

Ten minutes later, Louise left the brothel holding a pile of music scores. There were dozens of them, a thick dozen, randomly packed in a cardboard box.

This harvest came so easily. Of course Louise doubted whether it was true, but she checked the handwriting. The prostitute also said that every time Beethoven (let’s call him that for now) knocked on her door, he would take the music score as a The reward, of course, was not enough to spend the night or go to a prostitute's bed. It was just enough for Beethoven to spend the night sleeping in the doorway and spend the cold winter night.

In return for the $100 given by Louise, the prostitute also gave a piece of news, that is, another gentleman named "Fuller" had already taken Beethoven one step ahead. Apparently, the shop owner had two fishes to eat and spread the news. Sold to Fuller Rogers and Louise respectively.

These cunning Jewish businessmen... So today Louise's harvest was only a carton of music scores, which cost her $300 and an entire afternoon.

……

"This is rubbish." Harold said of Louise's harvest today.

"Why? This is obviously the handwriting of the same person!" Louise said. To prove it, she compared the page of music scores with those in the box. Even if she was not a court appraiser, she could see that the two were very similar.

"Maybe it's a person's works from two periods before and after. There are also musicians who have been creating garbage, and then suddenly inspiration breaks out and they start to become geniuses." Harold said, "For example, Franz Schubert."

"Ah..." Louise was disappointed.

"You said this talented musician was acquired by the Rogers Opera House?" Harold asked.

"Yes, I'm a step late." Louise was a little annoyed.

"Then you'd better snatch him back or kill him." Harold said, "otherwise we will all be robbed of our audience."

"Harold, you attach too much importance to the role of music. A perfect musical requires scripts, actors, costumes, stage design and music. Music is not that important, and the so-called genius musician is not that magical." Louise frowned.

"Musical, why is it called a 'musical' play?" Harold shook his head, "And that song has a wonderful resonance with the act of "The Truman". I feel it, believe me."

"I believe you. Believe me." Louise said sincerely.

"Then give me the score!"

"I do not have!"

(End of this chapter)