Sighing, Nasku slumped back in the chair he had been occupying on and off all morning, and pulled loose the tie he was wearing, opening a few buttons on his shirt. It was no use. He was never going to find real talent in this forsaken place! He should have gotten a theatre smack-dab in the middle of Downtown, maybe more people would have ventured here then. As it were, the theatre he had purchased a while ago but only started renovating a few months previously was on the outskirts of the district, bordering on no-man’s land before the city of Marn hit the river separating it from little Shim.
Yet when he let his eyes roam over the object in question, he knew that he couldn’t not have purchased this particular piece of architecture. It may have looked a little lost and abused when he got it, but none of that remained. The workers he had hired and stressed for months now had done a great job. Finishing touches still remained to be completed but in general, it looked just like he had wanted it to.
The stage was in front of him with a decent sized area below for a few musicians in case he wanted to go such a path. Heavy red velvet curtains with gold and silver thread worked through the edges currently hung open, framing the area where too many untalented people had demonstrated their skills over the past few days. Behind Nasku, rows of comfortable seating stretched in a semi-circle. He had removed all the old seating to be replaced by seats that were more comfortable and left more leg room and space between the chairs. It may have cost him quite a few seats but he preferred the audience to be comfortable. It would draw them back, he was sure. All around the theatre, there were private booths for the rich and influential of Marn. At first, Nasku hadn’t wanted to put up the balconies, but considering the way the Puradyne considered the rest of the populace sometimes, if he wanted to draw in the money, he had to entice them to come here. Without specialty treatment, the Marn elite wouldn’t go out of their way to come to this place. And for that, he also needed a special treatment as far as acting and music was concerned.
Getting out of his seat, Nasku stretched his long limbs languidly and yawned widely before running a hand through his hair and moving towards the stage. His top hat and coat lay abandoned across the seats and a row of cups and mugs were strewn on the small table he had pulled up along with a myriad pens and papers. Once up on the stage, he turned towards the seating area and let his thoughts run wild, once again.