King of the Last Drama

"Let's go in."

"Yes · · · ·."

When I opened the conference room door with an employee card, I remained crooked.

The doubts that had disappeared since meeting Kim Jeon Gam PD were filled with the face of Keeping.

That's odd. I'm not sure who I am anymore.

[She's doubting your mental state, idiot.]

"Why?"

[· · · Let's not talk.]

I gave the manuscript to the keeper who sat in a stiff posture like a wooden stuffed animal.

Even though he was a stubborn manuscript, he took it as carefully as he could any living thing.

She smiled awkwardly after reading it again.

"You were joking, right?"

"· · · · · ·."

"Right? How can this be dramatic? I was less than twenty years old and I dropped out of primary school at 10 o'clock on the weekends."

Extremely atrophied.

I became somewhat troubled.

It was an unexpected reaction because it was so normal.

I expected the child to be quite a four-dimensional character.

I was forced to think of it when I postponed what my previous aunt had done or the exigencies of the alien scenario in front of my eyes.

[It is not uncommon for the author to differ greatly in the tendency and personality of the work, just as the actor's image and actual personality differ.]

'Would you believe me if he wrote that?'

[· · · I want to think that I have picked up another child by mistake.]

I coughed and laughed. Anyway, this atmosphere is not good.

Drama is a two-sided three-angle between PD and the writer. And that's also the biggest difference with movies.

Treatment of scenarios in films is intimidating. Even though it took several years for a new writer to write and edit a scenario, the cost of a screenplay of 2 or 30 million won is small.

At the very least, if the film doesn't actually get produced and falls down, I can barely get the 5 million won down payment.

The last time I asked Kim Chul Sunbae not to.

[Practice with damned loyalty! There is no difference between 10 years ago and now. If the writer chooses the scenario well and tries to negotiate, bury the money! In that case, the drama was going well.]

On the other hand, the drama side has a strong writer's mouth. No, it is also common for the author to start planning himself.

He should be short enough to do that, and if it's long enough, he should be able to breathe 50 or more episodes. The importance of scripts is incredibly important.

That's what an important writer looks like.

As long as Keeper shows that attitude, I can wield it, but it will be an agent to enhance her own potential.

And I need a future hit writer, a keeper who will be the big hand of the barracks.

One way or another, you're gonna have to save your confidence.

I pondered for a moment and opened my mouth.

"Do you know SBC Ando?"

"Yes? No, sorry."

"You don't have to apologize. He's an endless man who went to the president as a documentary PD, and he said this before he took office."

These days, there's a lot of debilitating stuff in SBC drama. As President of SBC, I will do my best to catch the rain.

It's a fairly common story among dramatic PDs.

Keeping his head tilted to make sure he didn't understand.

"What does that mean?"

"Well, let's talk about this. When you open a drama contest, there are a lot of different scenarios."

"Yes."

"Surprisingly, the places in the first scene are often similar. Where do you think that is?"

Keea rolled her eyes for a moment.

"Well, the house of the protagonist?"

"The answer is Incheon Airport."

"Yes?"

"The plane lands at the airport. Glug, a middle-aged man opens the hatch and dresses nicely. It's a long way to go, and he's usually very successful."

"· · · · · ·."

"With a deeply sentient expression, I look around and rush my steps. And after a step away, a memory of a first love that I still haven't forgotten begins to come to mind. The beginning of a very typical melodrama. What do you think?"

"· · · Yeah, I think it's okay."

I shake my head.

"No, PDs usually start with Incheon Airport, and they get bumpy and toss it over roughly."

"Yes? Why?!"

"Because what I want to do seems too clear."

Maintenance blinks. It doesn't make any sense.

"Dramas are often called conflicts. where there's drama, where there's confrontation, where there's no conflict. And this conflict is about people, character making."

"The Incheon Airport scene itself is not a problem. But the problem is that the author's intentions are very clear. I want to make a sweet first love, I want to use a refined melodrama."

Cut off the horse and shrug once.

"Do you know what happens then? The intent is to get people into the moving story."

"Ah."

Keeping it small, he felt like he realized something.

"A dramatic conflict has to be a conflict between living people. But that person just becomes a doll to move the story. I don't know if it's more than two hours away, but if the characters who are going to lead the theater for an extended period of time break, how are they going to live?"

"That's what it means, the rubble."

Maintenance's eyes deepened.

I don't know what you're thinking, but it's perfect for wedging.

"I will not say that I was wrong to drop out of Contest 1. Clearly, the amount of maintenance is insufficient. Tech is a mess, you might say."

"· · · Yes."

"But more than that, you have a natural talent for saving lives."

Keeping her eyes open. I put iron plates around my face as much as I could.

"It's not because you want to develop a story. In the middle of the operation, live people move naturally, bump into each other as they please, and there's conflict and there's drama."

"· · · · · ·."

"I've been thinking about it a lot."

I shrugged my voice.

"They said he was crazy around here. I also heard a song called Torai."

It was true, except that he was a ghost with his mouth open behind him.

"In the end, however, the fact that I was very attracted to Mr. Kee's work has not changed. That's why I'm right in front of you."

I lowered the tone.

"There must be a lot of difficulties. I'm just about to give up, so there are a lot of shortcomings. But I thought that Mr. Zhejiang was worthy enough as my planning principal."

"I want to raise you."

Keeping his head down, he squirms his lips.

It doesn't make any sense what a bear thinks.

A long silence passed.

In the meantime, Kim Chul Sunbae, who was holding his mouth open, barely took a look.

[Why don't you start a paperboard company?]

'If you survive after five years, I'll consider it.'

[Chuckles]]

This time it was a 'tortilla' with a slightly different emotion than usual.

After a while, the keeper raised his head.

I was flawed for a moment. His eyes were literally shining brightly.

"· · · PD."

"Yes?"

"I'll do my best."

It was like a Celtic female warrior in battle.

"I'll work really hard. Thank you very much."

"Uh, yeah."

"Let go of me."

"Yeah, yeah."

Jijijic

Keeping my answer scary at the end, he tore his manuscript to pieces. Entire.

Power is also good.

"Can you just give me two more weeks? I'll fix it."

"· · · Come."

There were 29 (+10) young men who noticed the behavior of eighteen-year-olds.

It was me.

#

Two weeks from then.

[Mad · · · · · ·.]

Kim Chul Sunbae is not able to speak with his mouth open and is in awe.

"· · · · · ·."

I tried to manage my face, but so did I.

"What do you say, PD brother? It's not enough, but I fixed it myself."

In front of his eyes, the keeper smiled. An open eye floats over a dark circle.

Following a meeting two weeks ago, Keenan and I renovated the manuscript with conversations or texts every day.

In the meantime, I got to know him a little bit enough to change his title.

And today, she comes back a week night like this.

[Own · · · · ·?]

Senior Kim Chul murmured like a woodpecker.

[· · · This is a real carking of mangoes?]

'· · · Carking evolves into Garados, Senior.'

[· · · I know, motherfucker.]

After having the same conversation as usual, Kim Chul and I barely made it out to reality.

Maintenance's manuscript, which was literally a middle-school wet note level, was in a state of ecstasy in just two weeks.

Talent.

Huge talent!

There was a dazzling talent here who put the youngest part of his life in the ranks of star writers just four years later.

[It's still a mess.]

Kim Chul Sunbae criticized him harshly.

[There's no mess, no mess, no center, the story runs null, and it's just a barrier.]

But I say it again, and I lose my word.

I took his place because he had a face he didn't really want to tell me.

"Funny."

[Shit! Yeah, it's fun! How is this nonsense?]

'Even though I think my outfit will explode because it's so ridiculous, I have no choice but to pack it next time.'

I said it solemnly.

'That's the delicacy of a real exhaust membrane drama, unlike a weave that only fights with carcinogenicity. You finally know.'

[I didn't want to know, you bastard!]

Kim Chul sunbae scolded me.

It was that moment.

Knock-knock.

"Are you there? I was told that Lee Hyun-seok PD is here."

Somehow I heard a familiar woman's voice outside. Are you a staff member?

"Yes, come in."

The door is open.

I was also familiar with the face that came in with the sound of high heels. I frowned and thought.

Who is it? There's no way I'd forget seeing a visual like that.

Even the keeper who was sitting across from the gorgeous beauty shriveled up.

But why do you have an anonymous PD like me?

"I'll see you soon."

"Oh, yes."

I don't know who you are, but I greeted you reflectively.

"I came because I was wondering if you could take a look at the manuscript in time. I've been doing some renovations for two weeks."

I don't know what it is, but once I give it to you, I take it reflectively.

The title reads:

Jewelry Box in Research Journal

· · · · · ·.

· · · · · ·??

Kim Chul Sunbae clapped his hands.

[Ah, right. It was that face! It's time for a match.]

A calligrapher? Is that a beauty?