I am the Entertainment Tycoon Chapter 995: Electrical Crisis

Yukihime High School, Elffire City.

Saturday, May 29th.

After weeks of careful preparation, the highly anticipated annual Spring Twilight Ball was finally taking place. The student council members arrived early in the morning to handle the final logistical arrangements.

The council—consisting of Aurora Gray, Vivian Darktower, Carolla Wembley, Yuki Umaru, Brenda Blackburn, and Ohori Hanako—had been elected by the student body earlier that year. Now, with summer vacation just a few weeks away, they were tasked with executing one of the school’s most prestigious traditions.

The event was hosted in the school’s ceremonial gymnasium. While smaller than the main athletic arena, this venue featured elegant architecture that made it far easier to transform into a high-end, sophisticated ballroom.

Dividing the workload efficiently, each of the six girls took charge of a specific task to oversee the final setup before the doors opened for the evening.

The ceremonial gymnasium buzzed with organized chaos as the student council meticulously directed the fleet of hired decorators and technicians to bring their chosen theme to life: "Spring Flowers Under a Moonlight." Standing at the center of the floor with a master clipboard in hand, Vivian commanded the room with the authority that she acquired over the last few months as the student body president. Her sharp black eyes tracked every movement, seamlessly delegating tasks to the lighting crew to ensure the overhead spot rigs cast a deep, luminous night-sky blue across the venue, mimicking a serene moonlit evening.

Right by her side, Aurora used her sharp organizational intellect to bridge the gap between planning and execution. Her silver hair caught the gym’s dim light as she coordinated directly with the staging team, fine-tuning the placement of the sound monitors and arranging a massive, glowing crescent moon centerpiece that would anchor the main stage.

Over by the main entrance, Carolla was strictly monitoring the delivery workers. She double-checked every invoice against her digital spreadsheet, ensuring the expensive, cascading floral arrangements of cherry blossoms, wisterias, and night-blooming jasmine matched the exact premium quantities purchased to give the space a lush, ethereal garden feel.

Nearby, Yuki kept a running log of the setup progress. Her fingers flew across her tablet as she noted down completed tasks, adjusted the final schedule timelines, and printed out updated layout maps to ensure the floral arches lined up perfectly with the silver-accented guest tables.

Enforcing order across the entire venue was Brenda, the council’s law-enforcer. She strictly monitored the venue’s safety boundaries, ensuring the heavy equipment operators lifting the massive floral backdrops kept emergency exits completely clear and adhered to the school’s strict security protocols.

Meanwhile, Hanako, the social media manager, fluttered around the perimeter of the gym. Moving like the idol she resembled, she used a high-end gimbal to capture aesthetic, behind-the-scenes video snippets of the workers transforming the stark gymnasium into a breathtaking moonlit paradise, instantly uploading teasers to the school’s official accounts to drive up excitement for the evening.

Just as the final floral arch was being anchored, a loud pop echoed from the main stage, followed by the acrid smell of burnt plastic. The deep, luminous night-sky blue lights flickered wildly before plunging the entire gymnasium into a dull, aggressive fluorescent yellow emergency lighting. The massive glowing crescent moon centerpiece went completely dark.

"What just happened?" Carolla gasped, dropping her digital pen onto her tablet. "The main transformer for the stage effects just blew!"

Vivian immediately stepped forward, her black eyes narrowing as she focused on the stage. "Umaru, get the tech lead over here right now. Brenda, secure the stage perimeter—no one touches those rigs until we know it’s safe."

"On it!" Brenda barked, instantly moving the delivery workers back from the exposed wiring.

Aurora rushed toward the central control panel, her purple eyes scanning the diagnostic screen. "It’s a massive power surge. The heavy lighting rigs and the LED crescent moon drew too much voltage simultaneously from the secondary circuit."

The girls frowned as they heard that, but they still waited for the verification of the tech crew before they could discuss the problem.

10 minutes later, Umaru came back with a frown.

"Can the venue’s backup generator handle it?" Vivian asked.

"No, the main fuse for the stage line is entirely melted," Umaru reported, with a shake of her head. "The tech crew says replacing it will take at least six hours. It’s barely ten in the morning, but they’re saying it won’t be fixed until four in the afternoon!"

"Four PM? That completely ruins our schedule!" Carolla cried out, her eyes wide with panic. "The ball doesn’t start until seven tonight, but we should wrap everything up and have the venue 100% ready by one PM! We still have to go back to our houses to change and get ready. Plus, we need to be back here by six—at least one full hour before the doors open—because we have to officially receive the visiting foreign exchange students from the Vytral Continent!"

"Panicking won’t fix the circuit, Carolla," Aurora said, her voice remaining calm. She turned to Vivian. "We can’t wait for the technicians to swap the transformer by four PM. Plus, we would have to consult with the school if we have to replace these electrical components. We need a solution before our preferred one PM window. We have to reroute the power."

Vivian caught on instantly. "The catering sector. The kitchen line runs on an isolated, high-voltage commercial circuit."

"Exactly," Aurora nodded. "If we pull the heavy LED spotlights off the stage circuit and distribute them along the perimeter walls using the kitchen’s power supply, we can bypass the dead transformer entirely. But we will have to sacrifice the motorized motion of the lights. They’ll have to be static."

"Static moonbeams are better than a pitch-black stage," Hanako chimed in, stepping away from her camera with a serious expression. "If the lights can’t move, we can manually angle them toward the floral backdrops. It will actually create a more dramatic, intimate shadow effect. I can pitch it on social media as an intentional artistic choice—’The Midnight Shadow’ aesthetic!"

Vivian slammed her clipboard down with a sharp nod. "Excellent pivot, Hanako. Carolla, go with Umaru to the tech room. Authorize the emergency use of the heavy-duty extension cables from the storage wing, and make sure the cost doesn’t breach our contingency fund."

"I’ll negotiate with the rental guys right now," Carolla said, her financial focus kicking back in. "They won’t charge us extra if we handle the cable deployment ourselves."

"Brenda, guide the technicians to the kitchen access panels," Vivian ordered. "Aurora, you’re with me. Let’s recalculate the exact angles for those static perimeter lights to maximize the moonlight glow so we can clear out of here on schedule."

"Let’s get to work," Aurora said with a confident smile.

After an hour of intense, coordinated dialogue and swift action, the fluorescent glare cut out. The gymnasium suddenly plunged back into a deep, mesmerizing celestial blue, the static beams striking the wisteria and cherry blossoms with breathtaking precision. The crisis was solved, their pre-ball timeline was completely saved, and the student council hadn’t missed a single beat.