"This piece has not been premiered yet? I will definitely go and hear the full version live, there is no doubt about it."
At this time, Macaulay, the editor-in-chief of "The Hustle", first followed the broadcast content in his mind, counted the days left until the performance, and then counted the days for ticket sales.
"The 29th, 30th, 31st...Tickets will be opened on August 1st...Friday? There are still three days left. Let's buy four tickets for the whole family then..."
Get up, comb your hair, brush your teeth, spit bubbles into the sink, hold a handful of cold water, pat it on your face and rub it back and forth.
The sleepiness disappears, the mind is awake, and the movements are frozen.
Which band's concert?
… Damn it, what did you write in the report last night?
Macaulay quickly ran to the phone box and first dialed the number of his newspaper company. When no one answered, he suddenly realized that he was not at work yet, and then dialed his assistant's home.
"Mr. Macaulay?..." The young man who answered the call sounded extremely sleepy, as if he had been woken up in the middle of the night.
"Where's last night's special report?" Macaulay asked eagerly.
"Twenty-six thousand copies have been released, printed, and distributed. They have been distributed to several major publishing companies, postal companies, and bookstore dealers, including 23,000 copies in the imperial capital and 3,000 copies in other cities..."
The assistant boy was asked about his work, and as he reported, his tone gradually became more sober.
There was a tremor in Macaulay's tone: "You shouldn't have reached the terminal's newsstand at this point, right?"
The young man said: "I told them to make sure that citizens can buy it at newsstands on every street as soon as they go out early in the morning..."
The other party was silent for a while.
He recalled the requirement that the editor-in-chief emphasized to him many times on work creativity and initiative.
Then the voice of the assistant holding up the phone came from the receiver, followed by the sound of footsteps and the sound of the window opening: "The queues at the newsstands at the two intersections downstairs from my house are quite long, and the competition among major newspapers and periodicals seems to be quite fierce.
...Mr. Editor-in-Chief, I was too slow to respond. I will go to the company immediately to print 10,000 more copies."
"Damn it! Why don't you guys move so fast when I don't usually see you?" Macaulay's voice suddenly increased.
"...You said you were going to drive us out overnight, so we were busy until three in the morning." The assistant's voice choked up, and then he laughed honestly.
"Bang! - beep... beep... beep..." The phone hung up.
"Mr. Editor-in-Chief, was your family life unhappy last night?" the assistant scratched his head in confusion.
…
The car was driving smoothly on the street, and the morning news was playing on the radio. On his way to work, Minister Noel was half-lying in the back seat, holding his arms straight and holding the documents in his hands high.
This is a collection of cultural newspapers and periodicals carefully prepared by his secretary.
"How come almost all the media mentioned the Santa Lenia Symphony Orchestra?" Noel turned his head and frowned.
He was deeply impressed by the university's poor pricing this year, but in the current situation, he seemed to understand the school's motivation for doing so.
As the main person in charge of the Empire's Ministry of Culture and Media, he felt that it was necessary to take some measures to curb the unhealthy trend in the art world of attracting attention by hyping up negative images.
"I have to come up with some words to elaborate on for my speech at the opening ceremony." Noel considered this.
The radio news broadcast ended, and after a short period of noise, it entered the morning music appreciation program of Hoffman Records Publishing Company.
An elegant and sad violin melody sounded, and Noel's movements stopped.
"Why did you turn down the volume? Turn it back!" A minute later, he spoke to the driver dissatisfied.
"It's not me, I didn't." The driver looked confused.
The next moment, the female announcer in Hoffmann with a smooth accent sounded: "Young composer Carolne Van Ning will organize on-site pre-sales in the lobby after the performance of "Violin Concerto in E minor""
"Violin Concerto in E minor?" Noel repeated to himself.
He had an impression of each school's repertoire, and he naturally remembered that the University of San Lenia had a premiere this year, but he didn't take it seriously at first.
"What kind of fuss is going on with the on-site pre-sale of records? Are there discounts based on VIP ticket stubs? Are the composers and violinists signing their names?"
Noel was already scratching his head.
Does the empire have any encouraging or restrictive regulations on related behaviors? It seems that there are no
Has anyone done this kind of thing before? I don’t think so.
At this moment, he only felt that this kind of gameplay touched on his blind spot of knowledge. In his many years of experience in the cultural management industry, he had never heard of these three operations.
But at least one thing is certain.
The Minister was currently in a dejected mood. He had already forgotten all about rectifying bad habits. He picked up the calendar in the car and started counting the days until the performance.
At the same time, with Fort Santa Rambo as the core, in a large area that spreads from dense to sparse, various cultural industry practitioners, media writers, academics, artists and citizen enthusiasts as long as there is a radio station around them
And those who opened it in the morning heard the beginning of this music and the trailer behind it.
Naturally, this includes people from the media companies from yesterday, as well as teachers and classmates from major music schools.
"Caroën Van Ning's "Violin Concerto in E minor"? Is this the young composer Ufranser who just wrote the "Symphony No. 1 in D major"?"
"Damn it, why is this station so short?"
"Oh my God, what kind of genius-level romantic melody is this? So what is the music after that? What is it? What is it?"
"Damn, who told you to post so quickly last night?"
There are also many music fans who consider more realistic issues.
"What are the sales outlets on August 1st, the ticket issue date? What are the sales outlets? Write them down quickly. Well, the nearest one is"
"Dad, I want to buy a VIP ticket, and I want the signatures of the composer and the violinist."
"I can never accept hearing this piece live just once. I want to take the music home and listen to it whenever I want!"
"With an 18-pound ticket stub, you can enjoy a 20% discount on records? Records are not cheap. Calculated based on the average price of 30 pounds, this saves at least 6 pounds. Hahaha, look what I found. Only a fool would buy the second one.
Tickets for the grade area!”
Beginning on Tuesday, July 28, the radio station broadcast this recording and preview for three consecutive days on the morning music appreciation show of Hoffman Records Publishing Company.
In the early morning of Friday's ticket opening day, at a sales outlet located relatively far away from the city center of Santa Ramburg, the older boss was wearing a pajamas, yawning, and slowly opened the store's rolling shutter door.
There were hundreds of people approaching, and the originally small store was completely surrounded!
Judging from the mood and subtle movements of everyone, they seemed to be a little restless.
The boss was so frightened that he shivered. He had never encountered such a scene at around seven o'clock in the morning after all the years he had opened the store!
Have you accidentally offended some local gang force recently? Someone came up to make trouble?
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