Lord of Entertainment

Chapter 107: New Genre: Grunge

The film\'s influence seeped into everyday life, with adults donning frontier-style clothing. Some towns in the Golden State seemed to have stepped back in time to the 1180s, echoing the era of Empirica\'s civil war and frontier age.

Meanwhile, the famous demon actor Damien Darkflame watched this unfold with growing regret. His arrogant behavior during the audition, expecting special treatment from the exiled prince Arthur, now haunted him.

He had dismissed Arthur\'s project, believing it wouldn\'t amount to much. The film\'s resounding success was a bitter pill to swallow.

Swallowing his pride, Damien penned a message to his elder brother Rupert in Horn Kingdom using an expensive communication scroll:

"Elder Brother - I deeply regret my arrogant behavior towards Prince Arthur. You were right; I should have shown humility and respect. I hope he\'ll consider me if he plans another big project. If he does, I\'ll wait in line obediently and give my all in the audition. I\'d be content with any role, even if it\'s not the lead."

Thirty minutes later, Rupert read the message in his apartment. He sighed, shaking his head. "Looks like my stupid arrogant little brother finally learned his lesson the hard way."

Rupert understood Damien\'s change of heart. Watching "The Good, The Bad and The Ugly" become a blockbuster in mere weeks was a powerful reality check. He couldn\'t really blame Damien for his belated epiphany.

As Rupert pondered his response, he wondered if Arthur would give Damien another chance. In the cutthroat world of demon entertainment, second chances were rare. But then again, Arthur Morningstar had proven time and again that he didn\'t play by the usual rules.

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In the newly built recording studio at Hellfire Headquarters, Arthur continued his efforts to shape James Blaze into a star. Despite his busy schedule with the upcoming film project and the Electronics Expo in Apple City, Arthur hadn\'t forgotten about the blonde demon with musical dreams.

James strummed an electric guitar, an instrument invented just a few years ago by jazz guitarists in Empirica. Its popularity was spreading, gaining traction in Empirica, Wales, and other music-loving kingdoms and countries, including Horn and parts of Morningstar.

As James played the melody from Arthur\'s music sheet, Leo and others in the room couldn\'t help but frown at the unfamiliar sound.

"Boss," Leo ventured, doubt in his voice, "are you sure this sound will be accepted? It seems... broken and unpolished."

Arthur nodded confidently. "Of course. Trust my vision. James and I are creating a new genre in the music world."

"A new genre?" Leo echoed, skepticism evident.

Arthur smiled, then turned to James. "Take a break, James. Rest those fingers."

James hesitated, his dedication clear. "But I need to practice more - to be as good as you!"

"No doubt you will be," Arthur assured him. "But for now, let me borrow your guitar. I\'ll demonstrate again, so you, Leo, and the others can better understand the genre I\'m aiming for."

James\'s eyes lit up, remembering his private session with Arthur in the office where he\'d heard Arthur perform a strange yet captivating song. He eagerly handed over the guitar.

As Arthur positioned himself to play, the room fell silent with anticipation. Leo and the others leaned in, curious despite their doubts.

With a strum of his fingers, Arthur unleashed a sound that was raw and unpolished, yet strangely captivating. Though similar to James\' playing, Arthur\'s playing carried a fresh, catchy quality that set it apart.

"Where do bad folks go when they die?

They don\'t go to heaven where the angels fly"

Arthur\'s voice, gritty and raspy, filled the room. The lyrics continued, painting a vivid, dark picture:

"They go down to the lake of fire and fry

Won\'t see \'em again till the fourth of July"

James\' eyes widened in admiration, captivated by Arthur\'s unique vocal style. Leo and the others, initially skeptical, found themselves drawn in, unable to look away.

Arthur\'s performance was a rollercoaster of emotions - aggressive one moment, fragile and vulnerable the next, then softening unexpectedly. It defied their usual tastes, yet they couldn\'t help but listen, rooted to the spot.

Unconsciously, they began to mimic Arthur\'s movements - bobbing their heads, tapping their feet. The music seemed to possess them.

As Arthur repeated the final lines and let the last notes of the guitar fade, the room fell into stunned silence. Then, as if breaking from a spell, James began to clap, the others quickly joining in.

"Thank you, thank you," Arthur chuckled, waving off the applause.

Inwardly, he felt a surge of satisfaction. The {Grunge Vocal Style} skill he\'d purchased from the system\'s music category had proven its worth. He\'d just introduced a completely new genre to this world, and judging by the reactions, it was going to make waves.

Leo, still clapping, looked at Arthur with newfound respect. "So that\'s the new genre you were talking about, boss?"

Arthur nodded, a smile playing on his lips. "Yes. It might sound unpolished, gritty - but you\'d be surprised how many people will connect with it."

"I can see why," Leo admitted, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. "Even I was captivated. I can\'t quite explain it."

Arthur chuckled. "That\'s the power of music."

Joseph, who had been quiet until now, spoke up. "What will you call this new genre, boss?"

Arthur paused, letting the anticipation build. "It will be called \'Grunge\'."

"Grunge?" Leo repeated, his nose wrinkling slightly at the ugly-sounding name.

"Grunge will be the new genre where artists can express honesty," Arthur explained, his eyes alight with passion.

Confusion rippled through the room at the mention of \'honesty\'. Only James, who had been privy to Arthur\'s thoughts on the genre, seemed to understand.

Noticing their bewilderment, Arthur elaborated. "In grunge, it\'s not about polished sound. It\'s about the raw honesty of the artist. They can lay themselves bare, without smoothing rough edges or making things pretty for the sake of perfection. It\'s about being real."

A hush fell over the room as Arthur\'s words sank in. James looked particularly inspired.

"In Grunge, it doesn\'t matter if you scream, whisper, or play a jagged guitar riff. People are tired of the fake, the glossy, the manufactured," Arthur continued, his voice cool but filled with conviction. "There\'s a saying, \'Honesty is the best policy.\' We\'re going to introduce a music genre that embodies that truth."

Arthur\'s words resonated deeply with the group. While some struggled to grasp the full meaning, Leo, James, Joseph, and a few others seemed to understand the core message: \'Don\'t be a hypocrite. Embrace truth and honesty.\'

As Arthur headed towards his office after the enlightening lecture, he encountered Rupert in the hallway. "Oh, Rupert. What\'s up?"

Rupert looked uncomfortable, clearly there on an awkward mission. He spoke on behalf of his younger brother, Damien, expressing the actor\'s regret and his desire to be part of Arthur\'s next big film project.

"Is that so?" Arthur mused. "He\'s always welcome to audition. But he needs to check his ego at the door and line up like everyone else. Can he do that?"

"Yes, yes. He promised he\'ll behave," Rupert assured, gratitude evident in his voice.

Arthur nodded thoughtfully. "I remember his last audition. It seemed like he wasn\'t giving it his all."

"He swears he\'ll do his best this time," Rupert said with a smile. "He\'s quite talented, after all. His fame isn\'t for nothing. It\'s just... it gets to his head sometimes."

"Fair enough," Arthur conceded. "Make sure he signs up for the audition soon. I\'ll be heading to Apple City for the Electronics Expo shortly, so time is of the essence."

Rupert\'s eyebrows raised at the mention of the Electronics Expo, curiosity evident on his face. But he knew better than to pry into Arthur\'s affairs.

As Rupert left, Arthur couldn\'t help but reflect on the situation. Damien\'s change of heart was interesting, to say the least.