Great Novelist

“What a coincidence to meet the writer. ”

I didn't answer anything. I don't think it's a big coincidence to meet the writer in the space where the event will take place. A staff member approached as his smile sank a little. The staff were concerned about whether to force him out.

“Hello, accidental writer. Writer Seol.”

Then another journalist spoke up. She hands over her business card.

“I'm a reporter in the Five Mysteries Room. ”

“Oops.”

Then another journalist gave out his business card. I got two business cards. Journalists from other companies

“May I speak to you for a moment? ”

At her request, he looked at the other writers. They were stunned by unfamiliar beings. I would have shaken my head if I were myself, but it is beneficial for both of you to be exposed to the maximum.

“Are you writing today by any chance? ”

While thinking about it, he asked. I looked carefully at the business card in my hand and opened my mouth.

“It's a secret.”

“Oh, don't do that. What brings you here today? ”

“Isn't this the exhibition hall? I came to see.”

He laughs carelessly. He decided to save his words.

“Is the manuscript ready? What are you anticipating? ”

“I don't know.”

“I understand there was a little problem with the Sign Society. It's a problem even if people are too popular. Don't you think participating in this event will compensate for that? ”

“I won't. ”

“Don't you worry? We don't make mistakes onstage. ”

He was asking questions, revealing himself. I could see how he was looking at the stage. Reporters who need to know their opponents expose themselves. Rather, it seemed wise to keep quiet. He asked, "Aren't you worried about the mistake?"

“I know the purpose of this event is to demonstrate the process. ”

His face reminded me of his face, which is a surface reason. I was indifferent to him.

“It's not uncommon to make mistakes in the process, right? If you've written the wrong sentence, you can delete it. Isn't that right?”

“· · · · · · Correct. But if there's a process, there's a result. There's a good chance that this manuscript will be released even worse than the other authors, right? ”

He doesn't seem to like himself very much.

“We have enough. ”

“That's very dangerous for a writer, isn't it? ”

“You could say that. ”

“Are you aware of this and participated in the event? ”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

The question made me look at the stage by myself.

“If I was a fake, I would have thought about it a lot. ”

His editor spoke easily. Those who thought they were real didn't worry. Just in case. There are some risks to everything. I don't flinch. The question that was pushing me stops. His expression was fine. He turned his gaze away from her. You raise your hand to point to the writers behind you.

“Do you want to talk to them, too? ”

You're on your way. The fishing spot owner is looking this way.

“I'll go first. ”

I didn't cheer or comfort him. I turned around and got out. The reporter caught up to him, but he didn't stop. And the arrival was a space reserved for writers. Second floor. I could observe both the stage and the auditorium. I take a quick look. The event hall is empty. No reporters, no employees, no writers. I was drinking green tea on one side of the water purifier, and soon the scroll appeared.

“Did you have a good conversation? ”

He stares at himself and says,

“I didn't get much out of it. Unlike you.”

He shrugs. I asked him if he would drink something while shaking the cup. He said it was okay. Then the door opened. At that moment, I thought the journalists had chased me here.

“You're here early. ”

Silver ring waves. She was quick to ask.

“When did you get here? Have you been down there? ”

“Early. I finished watching the stage. ”

She sighs for a long time.

“I couldn't spare the part-time job. The stage is good.”

She raises two thumbs up to the stage. Nothing comes back. She takes a second seat from the end.

“Aren't you all nervous? I'm trembling. ”

“Not right now. ”

The inscription said honestly.

“You've got a strong heart. I'm just trembling today. Is it because this is the next country? ”

She'll be on that stage for the second time tomorrow. He wraps his hands around his neck and says,

“I'm so excited. The best. I'll leave the music on. ”

She seemed to be preparing the music as previously suggested. A peculiar sight. I asked her.

“That's what you usually write. ”

“Yes, my life has always been music. ”

“What kind of music will you listen to? ”

“Rock, of course. Punk, Psychedelic, Alternative. Best Sex Pistols! ”

I imagined her beating at the typewriter in intense sound. I didn't have a clue what the story would be. She said one sentence that came to her mind.

Too Fast to Live, Too Young to Die. ”

Too young to die and too corrupt to live. It is a famous quote from a film in which a member of the Sex Pistols has become the main character. She opens her eyes wide and throws off her cloak. The tattoo on my forearm said exactly what I had said.

“There's a good reason for coincidence. ”

“It's the rock, isn't it? ”

The scroll said, but she didn't listen. She comes forward and talks about a genre called the Rock. I did my best to accommodate her, but I didn't know enough to accept her deep story. She soon approached the scroll, and all he knew was the word Heavy Metal.

“We are entering the audience. ”

At the words of the Bible, she stops looking at the rock and looks at the stage. The auditorium fills up. It's like pouring water into a glass. Everyone had their manuscripts in their hands. You must have done some writing before you got here. The room was filled with words in an instant. The staff inspects the stage and turns on the screen. The manuscript appeared on top of it. It's your turn to be a writer. The audience was looking at an empty stage and waiting for someone to show up.

“Everyone's looking for coincidences. ”

It was neither a silver ring nor a scroll. A high school student sat at the end of the chair and said. He was pointing his finger somewhere in the direction of the auditorium. He did not find the spot he was pointing at.

“How disappointed would I be if I knew it wasn't a coincidence? ”

He said, ignoring the muttering.

“You're late.”

“It's not too late, because it's before the main character shows up. ”

“Come now. ”

Everyone saw the stage. A fishing spot owner walks off the stage with a pale face.

“Oops.”

Disappointment spread in the audience that had been filled with expectations until just now. It's no coincidence that an explicit attitude filled my tongue.

“You must be very nervous. I don't know if he's going down. ”

As Silver Ring said, I was not strangely surprised when I fell down. The employee handed the microphone to the fishing spot owner.

“Hello."

He barely said hello. The audience responded with applause. It was not loud.

“Thank you for coming. ”

The fishing spot owner put a sentence that he had already memorized on his mouth. The audience quietly listened to his story. The excitement completely flew away. I saw the loss of not having what I wanted everywhere.

“Then let's get started. ”

He said so and sat in front of the machine. Take a deep breath, wipe your fingers, and then put them down on the keyboard. Soon there was a letter. He wrote the first sentence. Today, the hunt failed.

There was no conversation between the writers. I focused on reading his work. He chose the story of the hunt. He describes the act of catching something as a fishing spot owner in detail.

“I'm fine.”

The words of the silver ring were mixed with admiration. It is enough to say that I would go on the same stage as coincidence with such a writing. Interesting subject. Interesting. I turned my gaze and looked at the scroll.

“So this is it. ”

He had his eyes fixed on the stage. Write in front of readers.

“I know what it is. ”

What environment are you going to write in? No matter how I explain it, I don't know the atmosphere of the scene with my own eyes. The answer is coming out now. Not just a scrapbook, but probably all the writers staring down at that view share something in common.

“I'm scared because I know. ”

I came from the farthest place. She was an undergraduate. Silver Ring agreed.

“There's no point in being brave when you're ignorant. I want to be ignorant.”

“You have to say you want to be brave. ”

Silver ring shrugs at the words of the scroll. Light pours out on stage, eyes are focused, sentences are exposed. I stare at it dazzled.

“I have to use it really well. ”

I flinched at the voice of the scroll. You should use this well. Seeing the reality, I couldn't help thinking about it. I twisted my chin and said,

“What happens if we fail here? ”

“He shouted in front of the reporters. ”

“Don't worry. ”

That reminds me.

“What's wrong with your face? ”

The scroll stared at itself and asked.

“I don't know. ”

“You seem to like rock writers. ”

“What?"

“I think he wants to write quickly. ”

I looked at the stage for that. I'm trembling and writing quietly. Finally, I did not deny it.

“No one's looking for coincidences anymore. ”

The fishing spot owner has successfully completed the stage.

“Hello!”

Same time the next day. Same place, different audiences filled the auditorium than yesterday, and we saw her writing on the second floor like yesterday.

She handed the microphone to the audience like a singer from a concert. Again, the viewers who were grieved that it wasn't a coincidence were suddenly overwhelmed by the microphone. She doesn't give in to the small talk.

“Hello again! ”

“Hello."

More people are responding to her. The silver ring was satisfied with their voices just louder.

“I'm going to play music and write today. ”

She declares. She points to the desk.

“I've moved my music playlist around. I'm always listening to music, thinking about what to write, putting it into practice. Who listens when they're studying? ”

She walks onstage and talks to the audience. I don't care if the answers come out or not. She sat at her desk and chose music first. The selection criteria were the mood of the day.

“Let's go heavy today. ”

Silver ring raises its hand high and shouts. Rock 'n' roll. A smile bursts from the audience. Someone's cries covered it. The audience's expression is blurred as the growling continues to be vomiting.

“How will that be evaluated? ”

He frowned and said. Only silver rings, but I was entrusted to the song.

“What a stage. ”

The fishing spot owner said small. There was envy in it.

“You did well yesterday. ”

He said, his face still has a sense of pride. I liked the result of the challenge. He glances at himself.

“It may not be a coincidence, but I did my best. All that's left now is to wait and see. ”

The fishing spot owner whispers.

“I'm also looking forward to writing by a coincidence writer. ”

Winners' Brawl (5) End

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