King of the Last Drama

"Wouldn't an omnipotent alien die of cancer, though?"

It was the words of the calligrapher.

I couldn't argue with him because he was right.

Because of this, the mission of Han-support became 'a confined surplus following the reaching of the upper limit of the loop'.

I was satisfied, though, because I am an incurable disease.

But when I think about it, Lee Lee seems to have had a bad look since I heard this story.

And the day of the shoot.

"So, Han-support. The biggest problem with you is that there were no precious people. No one's taken this seriously. That's it.

Gently enter the line of Zebra.

And now there is a moment of silence, saying, 'You might be right.' A simple scene to say.

It's a framed nephropath.

However, Lee said nothing and bowed his head.

"· · · · cut."

That's a simple line, NG30th.

He has white lips, shaky eyes, and he doesn't seem to understand himself.

Hanyumi, who is an opponent, can't help but worry about the condition of the transfer.

As I glanced at him, the manager ran heavy.

But he withdrew in astonishment.

That's why I put out my hand so hard that it sounded like a mate.

"Seo-ah?"

When I looked back from afar, I was so cool that I was stirring.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sister, I was mistaken."

But I quickly return to my original face and bow my head. The manager approached the juju dance and took care of the transfer.

Mmm.

Isn't the condition really better?

You don't have to overdo it.

"I can't help it. Let's start with another scene today."

His face turned pale.

"No! I can do it, director!"

"I've heard that before. Mr. Lee, go back and rest easy today."

"· · · · · ·."

He shook his head with his head down.

I'm a little sick of following my manager around.

· · · Was your tone a little chilly?

[No. That much.]

Kim Chul, who was listening, shook his head.

[Strange, by the way. Is that usually the case with simple conditioning difficulties?]

It could be. You're not a novice, are you? '

[I don't know. I have a bit of a bad feeling.]

In the end, Kim Chul senior's concerns were right.

Even the next day's reshoot did not show convincing acting.

No, I was a novice who didn't even go near the actress.

#

The fourth day I stopped filming, I finally convened a meeting.

There were about ten people gathered in the conference room. I and two writers, key staff, and actors from Hanyumi.

I didn't call the transfer on purpose.

Even if I try to talk to Moore, what can I do to make my face blurry?

"Do you think it's possible to make an end without appearances?"

When I ask, the staff face to face. But no one opens their mouth easily.

"I think it's impossible."

Seo-yerin drew a bold line.

The keeper is still asking, but he seems to agree with it.

"If you don't mind, let's put it on a statue and go to the future. It's a bit of a curse, though."

"There!"

Hanyumi raises her hand across the street.

"Can't you just wait a little longer? If it's Seol, it's definitely Seol!"

"Lee Hyun-seok PD, I think I've given more than enough opportunity for four of those short scenes."

Seo-yerin said in a stiff tone, as if deliberately.

"You weren't even gonna get better there, were you? I don't know what the hell happened, but if I could get the kid there, it would be better than that."

"· · · · · ·."

Mmm.

Staff looked awkward at the blatant words.

However, it was true that no objections were made because there was no filtration.

The smoke of the eclipse became increasingly horrendous, and by the fourth, it was so serious that there was no room to envelop Moore.

I didn't say anything because I think I'm already under tremendous stress.

"You've done a great job so far, haven't you?"

Han Yumi complained as he looked around.

"You dragged it all in front of me even when I was preparing the ground like a cucumber, and you said there was a little slump now."

"Hey, Yumi."

Seo-yerin's face became thinner. It's a face I've seen quite often in the 'old days'.

"It's a good thing an actor is good at acting. But in drama, there's a schedule, and there's a dozen times the effort of the actor. If you don't match that, you don't deserve to be called a pro, no matter how great a performer you are."

"· · · · · ·."

She hates to get involved with Seo Soo-hyun, but she inherited that way of thinking.

"If you want to keep going as an actor, you better not use acting as a negotiator. With such a mind head, in the end · · · · ·."

"That's it."

I cut the horses.

"Writer Stan, your words are too harsh. You know that because you're worried about Yumi, right?"

"· · · Yes."

"And Mr. Yumi. I'm in a position to discuss measures right now. I didn't call you to appeal to your feelings. Let's think a little bit coldly."

"I'm sorry."

They bowed their heads.

A little sigh came out.

Writers and actors, as well as staff, are agitating.

At least it blew up at the end of the day, so I wish I was on my way.

Since then, the meeting has been quite long, but the number of pointy stars has not come out.

In the end, I needed to organize.

"Well, I can't help it."

I winked, and everyone's eyes turned towards me. Hanyumi is a sluggish eye.

I ignored that affectionate face.

"One last chance. If not, I will follow your opinion. Any objections?"

"· · · · · ·."

There was no such thing.

#

And the fifth shot at a really bad time.

· · · · · ·.

The transfer was still no better.

I can't.

I hiccup my eyebrows.

I really don't know what the problem is. It was quite a distance from the slump I was learning about.

Maybe the scene itself is a problem, so if you let me start with another scene, nothing will change. If you go and try to talk to him yourself, he bows his head bluishly.

The 23rd NG in the film today.

Taken together so far, Retake snorts 300 times.

If this had not been the case, a voice would have come out already.

But that is also a sad limitation. The atmosphere of giving up and dropping down also flows inside the shooting room.

It can't be much.

It was the moment I tried to give up and instruct withdrawal.

There was a man who raised his hand.

He is a calligrapher.

"Sorry, PD. Can I go for a second?"

"Why do you do that?"

"Maybe I can help."

I didn't understand, but I nodded because I wanted to catch a Jeep.

Seo-yerin, who was also walking, spoke with a small voice.

No, I don't think I'm talking about mooring unilaterally rather than talking.

After a while, Seo-yerin returned.

"What did you say?"

Seo-yerin inquired somewhat out of the ordinary.

"Dear PD, Actually, I'm not that good at personality."

"Yes."

I know him well.

"So I won't tell you."

"· · · · · ·."

· · · I don't think it's fun to be humiliated.

"Anyway, just once, Mr. Lee, will you leave me alone? Even a little staggered · · · · ·."

"It's not going to be hard.

It doesn't hurt to cut off the flow.

My side is clean with anxious eyes.

"I'll go."

I sent a cue sign.

"So, Han-support. The biggest problem with you is that there were no precious people.

Han Yumi repeated the line more than a hundred times with a sad expression. It looks like his emotions overlap with the emotions of the elder.

No one has taken it seriously so far. That's it.

Lee Lee opened his mouth.

You.

But no more words come out.

I stopped raising my hand with a dark feeling.

Seo-yerin was puffing her lips beside her. I don't take my eyes off the field.

Han Yumi also breaks his lips. I want to open my mouth and help Adlip.

"So, support. I'll be your first.

· · · · · ·.

I understand you all, I understand you.

It was Hanyumi's word rather than Jeongyeon's line.

Even with her attitude at the meeting, it was clear what she thought of the transfer.

Such sincerity and concern.

But the atmosphere of the return answer was different.

"· · · understand?"

Huh? Yeah.

The words were open.

I had a fight, but it doesn't seem like something.

He said his eyes were blurry.

"You, me, understand?"

I saw Han Yumi take a step back without even knowing it.

#

The Hong Ji-ho, who was looking beyond the screen, raised his head for a moment.

Respect?

Do you have any support?

I hope you're comfortable. Because there are people in any time series who like you and like you.

But no one does.

The puppy and cat she raises around her support swings their tails.

The gaze down was uneasy.

"Hey, why do you think these kids follow me?

because I've been growing up and taming since I was a kid. That's it.

"So, what do you think?"

Han-support raised his tail. A smile like a pale sunshine after the rain.

"There's someone who saved you, raised you, and made everything possible for you to be who you are.

But he doesn't want anything from you.

Not more than these kids. Raise it for nothing, and let it go for nothing if you think you can live alone.

Soon rainbows were caught.

It's a rainbow of sacacha painted all over the food.

A piece of favour that was so touching and happy for you is just given to others like falling rain.

But like a thirsty plant, I can't at least want it.

"You understand that?"

The shallot facing her is a dull, white expression.

It's not smoke. Hongji-ho, the actress, could tell.

"And I reached out to grab a little more raindrops-"

I stopped talking.

It's a mess.

Hong Ji-ho thought so for a reason.

Han-support is not such a character. It's not a character that can be so self-loathing. There was no ambush, no sign of rationalizing it.

However, elsewhere than in reason, one day he was convinced.

That's who the alien is.

The scene was followed.

Flowing emotions smelled like red tea.

A red tea that seems to have been darkened by the waste water from the factory.

#

Technically, it was a messy scene.

It was not even near the original script.

However, the authors who saw the performance pondered for a while and asked for a slight revision of the script.

"I think that's right, PD."

"· · · Me too."

The barely sober staff had the same look on their faces.

"Living Like a Theatre" 48-piece screening has ended. The results are aggregated. · · · · · ·

Done. The average viewing rate is 35.3%, and the percentage of viewers who think of the drama as a block is 26%.

And the result was this.

It's like a play It's crazy; I don't know what it is, but it just says it's crazy.

Honestly, I don't understand what you're looking at, but who can you interpret?

b It seems that the support has continued to loop. Because I want to find out what's real for you. You know, poor character.

b. Poor thing is a little.

She must have been trapped there and died a few hundred times;

Honestly, I'm a little out of it.

I've been sucking in and looking at something, and I'm seeing it, and it feels weird not knowing what it is.

Doubt about what it was and admiration that it was great anyway.

That reaction was natural. It's just a scene of emotions pouring out like a telescopic sea without any indicators.

But when I saw it in front of my nose, I felt a bit suspicious.

It was a simple act? Is that what it is?

Even if it was a postponement, it was not something that the current transfer could show.

I couldn't help but notice where I was wondering.

"Senior, do you have any questions?"

[I know what you're trying to say, but I don't think so.]

But Kim Chol Sunbae cut it off at once.

[I can't do that.]

"· · · · · ·."

I was in the middle of such silence.

The door to the editorial room opened without knocking.

I was a little surprised when I spoke loudly, knowing that no one was there.

"You don't even know how to knock!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I've never knocked on a door with my hand before."

· · · Huh?

Why do you have such a vivid voice?

As I close my eyes, I knock at the door as if an uninvited person is looking at me.

"Nice to meet you, isn't it the first time we've actually met?"

I tilted my head.

I don't have a face like this when I look at cancer.

"· · · Mr. Idona?"

"Yes."

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to talk about your next move. I'm sorry it was so sudden, but I couldn't take it this time."

Idona smiles brightly.

"You're not going to keep bringing a kid who fits you, are you?"

(Modified) 045 Seagull Award Ceremony End