<h4>Chapter 5: That''s bank for you</h4>


    Before I knew it, I found myself face to face with the big cheese himself, Ashen Gray. The demon''s presence filled the room, making me feel like a mouse in a lion''s den. But I was a royal mouse, damn it, and I had a pitch to make.


    "So... Why does Your Highness want to meet me?" Ashen''s voice rumbled like distant thunder.


    I cleared my throat, trying not to sound like a pubescent imp. "I''m here to ask for a little favor from your studio."


    One of Ashen''s eyebrows twitched slightly. "Favor?"


    "I''m nning to make my first movie," I exined, my confidence growing with each word. "I thought your studio, with its impressive production capabilities, could help me fulfill my longtime dream of filmmaking."


    Ashen stared at me, his expression as unchanging as a gargoyle''s. "Sorry, Your Highness. But I''m afraid I can''t help."


    My heart sank faster than a lead balloon in the River Styx.


    "You see," he continued, still deadpan, "our studio has its hands full with several projects. We have no time to help you."


    I felt the corner of my mouth twitch. It was painfully obvious - Demon Pictures wasn''t going to help me, and my "royal favor" carried about as much weight as a feather in a hurricane.


    Swallowing my pride, I stood up. "Well, if you''re not avable, maybe other studios in this city would be willing to help me."


    Oh, how wrong I was.


    Hourster, I trudged back to the pce, empty-handed and thoroughly deted. The other two major studios had given me the same polite brush-off, and the smaller studios... well, let''s just say they were less polite about it.


    Back in my room, I massaged my throbbing temples and started organizing the papers strewn about. I shoved them into a bag, ready to meet George and show him the script. At least someone was still excited about this project.


    As I walked down the street, feeling sorry for myself, a poster caught my eye. It was advertising a bank willing to lend money at low interest rates for new businesses.


    Suddenly, it hit me like a bolt of hellfire. Why beg for help when I could do it myself? Sure, I only had 10,000 dors now, but what if I started my own film productionpany? With my royal identity (useless as it seemed today), I could probably secure a loan of around 200,000 dors.


    My steps quickened as the idea took shape. That kind of money would be more than enough to get started. I could buy equipment, hire a small crew, maybe even rent out a dingy warehouse to use as a studio.


    I grinned to myself, probably looking like a madman to the demons passing by. But I didn''t care. This wasn''t just a n B - this was the n I should have had all along.


    Who needs Demon Pictures when you can have... Morningstar Productions? Okay, maybe we''d work on the name.


    As I hurried to meet George, my mind was racing with possibilities. We''d build our own studio, make our own rules. No more begging for favors or dealing with stuck-up executives.


    ***


    Later that day, I found myself in George''s ce, which looked like a tornado had a personal vendetta against organization. As I exined my grand n, George''s eyes nearly popped out of his head.


    "What? Arthur, you''re... you''re borrowing 200,000 dors from the bank? To make a movie? Are you crazy!?" His voice hit a pitch I didn''t think dwarves could reach.


    "Shut your mouth, little guy," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "I''m not crazy. I''ll tell ya, this film of ours will be big."


    George scratched the back of his head, looking like he was trying to solve a particrly tricky equation. "We may have our colored camera, still in development - but even if our film does have colors, it couldn''t guarantee its sess! It could be a failure and you''ll be bankrupt!"


    I felt a bit speechless at thatment. Leave it to George to point out the ringly obvious w in my n. But I wasn''t about to let a little thing like potential financial ruin dampen my spirits.


    "Don''t you see? I''m a royal prince no matter how useless that''s been so far, goddamnit," I said, puffing up my chest. "Let''s go to the bank now and don''tin too much."


    As we made our way through the cluttered streets of Fend City, George kept shooting me worried nces. "Arthur, are you sure about this? I mean, 200,000 dors is a lot of money. What if-"


    "What if nothing," I cut him off. "Look, George, we''ve got a chance here to do something big. Something no one''s ever done before in the demon realm. Are we really going to let a little thing like potential financial ruin stop us?"


    George muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "Yes, that''s exactly what should stop us," but I chose to ignore it.


    One eternity (and a lot of George''s nervous muttering)ter, we found ourselves at the bank, face to face with the same oily manager I''d met yesterday when withdrawing my life savings.


    "You wanted to borrow money for your business, Your Highness?" The manager was practically salivating, his sly eyes gleaming with poorly concealed greed.


    I couldn''t really me him. In his mind, he was probably thinking that while I might be a useless demon prince, I was still a prince. And that alone was worth something.


    It was clear the bank wouldn''t care if I seeded or failed. They''d be willing to lend me money because even if I crashed and burned, they could always squeeze my royal family for repayment, or use my failure as leverage for future favors. Not to mention the PR value of having a prince as a client.


    I began to exin my business n, keeping it vague enough to sound impressive without revealing how half-baked it actually was.


    I didn''t need to go into much detail - we both knew this loan was as good as approved the moment I walked in.


    Sure enough, after my spiel, the manager smiled broadly. "Well, Your Highness, your business seems to have potential. I''ll approve your proposal."


    I smiled and thanked him outwardly, while inwardly I was scoffing. Yeah, right. You see potential? The only potential you see is a failing prince making a stupid business decision that you can take advantage of.


    As we left the bank, loan approval in hand, I couldn''t help but feel a mix of excitement and dread. On one hand, I now had the funds to make my dream a reality. On the other hand, I was now 200,000 dors in debt with nothing but a half-finished camera and a script that may or may not be any good.


    I looked at George, who seemed to be in a state of shocked disbelief. "Well, my vertically challenged friend," I said, pping him on the back, "looks like we''re in the movie business now."


    George just shook his head. "I hope you know what you''re doing, Arthur."


    I grinned, feeling a manic energy coursing through me. "Of course I do. Now, let''s go make movie magic before my family finds out and has memitted to the Asylum for Wayward Princes."


    As we walked away from the bank, I couldn''t shake the feeling that I''d just lit the fuse on a veryrge, very expensive firework. Whether it would soar into the sky or blow up in my face remained to be seen.


    But hey, that''s showbiz, right?