King of the Last Drama

"· · · · · ·."

"· · · · · ·."

Click-click.

I hear the clock moving sharply. To that extent, the conference room is locked in tranquillity.

Inside, Seo-yerin and Yu were handing over the manuscript with a face that seemed to eat each other.

However, it was not their own manuscripts that were in their hands.

I sighed a little.

How did this happen?

#

It was when I noticed another thick bundle of manuscripts in front of me that the calligrapher smiled brightly.

"· · · What is that?"

"Oh, let's say hello. This is Kee, my main planning writer. Giaya, this is Writer Seo-yerin."

The two women greeted each other with something.

I pressed my heart to look at the calligrapher and turned my gaze.

I think I did some magic.

Just doing makeup naturally changes people's impressions like that.

"· · · · · ·."

However, the atmosphere is completely frozen even though I greeted the Prophet.

The calligrapher is looking at the keeper with an annoying face. The way the keeper receives without losing as usual.

There's been silence for a while.

It was the calligraphic side that opened the door first.

Turn your head and bury me.

"PD's main planning writer?"

"Yes."

"Did you write the synopsis?"

"Not yet."

"So, of course, the consortium is still here?"

"Yes."

"That means nothing has been set yet?"

"· · · Well, yes."

It was a question of unknown meaning.

This is Seo-yerin, who had some time next to my aunt's station. Of course, you don't know that the first question covers the bottom.

He asks a lot of questions and even laughs.

[Haa · · · · · ·.]

'Do you know something?'

[Don't talk to me. I don't interfere.]

'· · · · · ·?'

Kim Chul Sunbae disappeared from the wall.

Then you can't be more than 100 meters away from me.

"· · · · · ·."

Keepers bite their lips.

It's full of dark circles in my bloody eyes, and I think I can stare at the horror movie right away.

Why else would she do that?

Seo-yerin smiles.

"Good to see you, Mr. Gigi. Are you a high school student?"

"Yes."

"You're a lot younger than a writer. It's a good time."

"Does it have anything to do with how young you are and how good you write?"

"You're right. But there's usually an experience. Some high school students still have less frontal lobe growth."

"When I got a clumsy experience and became obsessed with a particular action, I said that the trail was closed somewhere."

"· · · · · ·."

Why are you talking with Thorns and staring at each other again?

At the same time, they caught the manuscripts in front of each other.

"PD, can I see you for a second?"

"I'm sorry, brother. I'm going to take a moment."

"· · · Yes."

Hand over the first chapter with a petty attitude.

The two of them lost their word.

I decided to take care of a moderate amount of pushing by myself.

And now.

"· · · · · haha."

It was the keeper who put down the manuscript first.

The eyebrows are shattered and depressed. It looks like Gigi is dead.

That's right. It's the "Jewelry Box in the Research Journal."

I can see it now, but if I can see the maintainer who just woke up from the egg, he's dead.

Maybe I should have stopped him.

Seo Yeerin also covered the manuscript while he was positively preoccupied because I wanted to lose everything I had left.

It looks unknown.

"· · · This manuscript, did PD touch you?"

"No, it was all written by Gia."

"Yes."

A shape that narrows your eyebrows and thinks of something.

Keeping his eyes open, he bites his lips as he opens his mouth.

"Well done. That's amazing."

I came back with a cool compliment.

"On · · · · ·?"

Keeping his eyes open.

"Two weeks ago, I would have said a lot of things, but I'll quit. Anyway, I can't write this."

"Low · · · · ·."

"Funny."

"· · · · · ·!"

The keeper touches the elongated lips with his fingers.

Alternating between the plaintiff and Seo-yerin's face is an expression that I can't believe the high ratings of those who wrote this.

Actually, I don't believe it either.

The old calligrapher was the harshest man in the story of this barracks.

I don't know what the hell happened.

"It's a mess and it's ridiculous. But there's a taste in it that keeps me going. What this PD needs now is this stimulating seasoning."

"· · · · · ·."

"Mr. Zhejiang?"

"Yes? Yes!"

"I'm sorry for the disrespectful remarks earlier."

"Oh, no! You really are a horrible, horrible person."

Keela stuttered her horse.

If you just say "great skill," it's a mess to add more rhetoric.

Seo-yerin smiled.

"I still don't know how to speak words."

"· · · I'll try."

"Yes, we have to work hard. That way, we'll have another chance."

Seo-yerin stood up.

Give a business card to Keeper.

"Call me if anything gets stuck. There's nothing I can do to help, but I'll give you some counseling."

"Yes? Yes."

"Good luck, PD. And just remember, the next one is me."

Then, after frowning, Seo-yerin suddenly left.

Keeping his eyes open, he stared at her.

Seo-yerin did not recover the plaintiff, whether he had forgotten or deliberated.

Keeping the Jewelry Box in the Research Journal , she frowned.

"Hey, PD brother. Can you give me one more week, three more days?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Thank you!"

Keela lowered her head and ran with the manuscript.

· · · I missed you too. Jewelry Box in Research Journal Edition.

#

Three days later, I had nothing to trim the manuscript of Maintenance that appeared as a chopstick.

To be more precise, I didn't even think about trimming it.

[That's right. We are not experts. Perhaps the most important cog in the golden tower of this barracks is the element we touched with nothing.]

'· · · I don't think it's a review of the post.'

Anyway, there's only one thing left to do after the script is completed.

"Let's write a synopsis."

"Synopsis? You're giving me a summary of the plot?"

"Oh, that's what it usually means, but the plan itself is often called synopsis."

"I see!"

Keea looks at me with her sparkling eyes.

If you ask me, I'll take out all the gallbladder.

It's a little burdensome.

[Self-employment.]

I coughed while ignoring the whining voice.

"Plans include titles, formats, topics, planning intentions, writing, relationship and spatial settings of characters, and simple plots."

"Wow, that's a lot."

Keeping his eyes open.

It's a plan, so you can get a firm, but you still need to care.

If you're going to cast right now, you should have synopsis and scripts to send. Even if the ad tries to stick.

In the process of writing the plan, Kim Chol Sunbae was very helpful.

There was a difference between a movie and a drama, but what I had to write myself was completely different from what I saw from the person who had written dozens and hundreds of them.

[No, no. Your plan has already been completely pushed out of who. Then you have to appeal to the audience, not to the other eye.]

[The main audience is interested in what age group they're going to be and how they're going to target them.]

[Leave room to attract PPL. It's not the only year this year that's been allowed in the air. They're all aesthetically pleasing plates, so they're a hot spot and props and they're all over the place. That way we can fight.]

When he reached the title, he closed his mouth.

[This is for you to decide.]

I asked Keeping's opinion, but she stirred it.

"I think you'd better decide."

I don't know.

I've been told that I have no sense of name.

In the end, he made a payment with an undetermined and moderate gazette, and it seemed natural to pass. Whatever you're doing, you're not interested.

Well, thanks for coming this way.

If it's a bit of a crazy CP, or if you've read the script correctly, it's not that easy.

After the plan was passed, I immediately convened the staff.

"Yeah, now you're calling."

"What do you say, something to do?"

"Haha, not worse than I thought."

Cho Young-chul and Seo Jin-tae, the musical director, were a disgruntled face.

Both of them are long-lost in their 40s, and even CPs who have no substitutes can't easily touch them.

It's different from my shooter, Kim Jeon Gam PD.

So I knew the atmosphere of the drama country and was willing to come to me.

Even the staff they brought me are not very hostile to me.

"Huw, are you the writer that you kicked Seo Soo-hyun's nephew?"

"Do you know that Kim Jeon Gam PD is out of his mind every time he drinks?"

"Shut up and sit down."

The ADs are made up of my successor, Minjae, and other trustworthy people.

"I've seen the synopsis you sent me."

On the other hand, Korean art director is untouched.

He is just over 30 years old and is passionate enough to be in charge of one field. It wouldn't be so sweet to have a seat in the corner.

A degree of skeptical neutrality, to say the least.

"But scripts, are you sure you want to go like this?"

"Is there a problem?"

"I think it would be quick to ask what's the problem."

The keeper, who was sitting far away, winked.

I smiled and looked around.

The staff is openly confronted with the writer, but no one is openly repulsive.

Rather, I feel grateful for bringing out matters that they couldn't talk about.

Oh, my God, no one recognizes the genius of this script.

Foolish womanizers.

[Thank goodness they're all fine.]

I stared at Kim Chul's elder and turned to Director Han Yelseol.

"Yes, I think that's enough."

Director Han Yelseol, the No.1 woman in front of her eyes sighed with a small sigh.