King of the Last Drama

"Damn it, I don't know how much."

A tall Hispanic man shakes his head in frustration.

The monitor has video footage of coffee and cigarette butts piling up next to it.

The black man who got out of bed on the island of Zurich yawned long and sarcastically.

"Yeah, I don't know for sure, Lloyd. Whatever it is, there's only eight hours to figure it out."

"Damn it! I was trying to catch something, but this alien blew it all up, Sam."

A man grinds his teeth.

"What the hell, this? What do you want to say?"

Sam shrugs.

"Aren't aliens the way they used to be? I came in for no reason and I didn't die listening to country music."

"That's Mars. She's a Vulcan."

"It doesn't seem that rational."

The man, who had suffered for a long time, sighed as if he had given up. Then I picked up my coat.

"I'll be out in a minute."

"If you're going to go to the convenience store, why don't you buy me a beer."

"If it's good in a few days."

Sam, who waved his hand, frowned.

"What? Where are you going?"

"Korea."

Lloyd Gonzales replied.

Director Samuel Riggle closed his eyes.

"· · · Are you serious?"

"I can't help it. Lee, if you don't listen to yourself, I'm going to have a nervous breakdown for a while."

"No, what about tomorrow's meeting? Hey, Lloyd!"

#

Idona was fascinated by her own eyes.

For example, I thought it was a good card, and I took it seriously, and I put it in front of me, and it was a magical package that made me feel like it was going away.

I couldn't lose sight of that power with just a few minutes of conversation.

"· · · Once you're done with this piece, I'll think about it and get back to you."

"Yes? Why?"

Idona opens her eyes in circles.

"· · · · · ·."

"· · · · · ·?"

Oh, my God, I'm serious.

She really doesn't understand why I'm saying this, not intentionally.

Immediately, it means that it is not strange to ask Idona to plug herself into a kick that didn't come out of synopsis.

· · · Torai?

"Are there any actors I can use instead? There will be no filming of" The Great One "in the future."

I even think about it and count my fingers. Then he nods to make sure the calculation is done within.

"No matter how much I look at it."

It was amazing.

Humans were creatures that could be filled with such gestures.

"You have Lee Seol?"

"Ha, you're not going to tell me that you were acting yesterday, are you?"

Idona was cynical.

"That's ridiculous. That's how you cheat, so you don't get that quality."

"· · · fraud?"

"You know that, don't you? He's not playing Han-support. You're focusing on yourself."

Add a word within.

"I don't know what happened, but I don't have anything to cover it up, so it's like this."

I was silent.

It was somewhat different from my appreciation, but not necessarily pointed out.

"Well, I don't know what the alternative growth environment looks like, but it's not in the" Jewelry Box in the Research Journal ", is it? I don't think he's gonna be that clumsy."

· · · · · ·?

I was a little surprised by the name that came out unexpectedly.

"Well, you admit you had a dog in the excavation, but at least I was fast."

Idona snorts.

"I've been eyeing you since your nephew, the calligrapher, was walking around with it. I handed it over because I had some problems."

"Problems."

I snorted a little too.

It's nothing else, but in the "Jewelry Box in the Research Journal"?

I hardened my heart to drive out Idona.

"What is it?"

"It's simple."

Idona said.

"I didn't have enough of your favorite seasonings."

"· · · Let's listen closely."

#

After about an hour of significant conversation, I found a calligrapher.

"Uh, so..."

Writer Seo-yerin's eyes wandered.

It was quite rare for her to always stare straight in the face.

Idona laughed.

"Nice to meet you. How many times have you met Seo Soo-hyun?"

"· · · Yes."

One laugh was worth mentioning.

Where is the one who can spit openly?

Seo-yerin stares at me.

"Surely the synopsis isn't out yet?"

"I'm sorry, but I showed you the manuscript at random."

I said.

"You came to me, and most of all, you've seen the book of research journals." "

"That's... that's it."

"Isn't this the image you thought of as Idona?"

"No, it's just so sudden."

I look awkward.

I understand. He's from Seo Soo-hyun Division.

Now, even though it flies to a level not every day, it must be a complicated emotion for a calligrapher who dreams of independence from her aunt.

"I'll tell you what, but I think I can do the best I can."

Idona went to her PR with a very modest attitude when compared to before.

· · · What, you can say it perfectly?

I felt a little betrayed.

Idona wants to tidy up for a while, but she changes her face.

And the atmosphere changed in an instant.

He is arrogant and arrogant, and he looks shriveled by his eyes.

The voice also trembles and shakes. Nevertheless, the stem is straightforward.

That's mine! It's mine! It's my grandfather's research journal!

Following the ambassador, the calligrapher opened her eyes.

I couldn't take my eyes off of it either.

It's awkward.

I don't see anything else.

When I saw this act, I was forced to leave everything else and bring Idona before the calligrapher.

The actor who played Hangul in the 'old days' was never able to perform.

But this, coldly put, was a different level.

I've poured out a year's worth of research journals in my previous life, so I can't make much of a point about it.

Just a few days ago, it was almost the same as what I saw in "My Daughter's Son-in-law".

Was the betrayal a bad one?

After Idona saw the smoke, the story hit the water.

The writer, Seo-yerin, also had no choice but to point out Idona's myth.

By the time the story was finished, Idona was very lucky.

"And I will leave it entirely to the writer, but I want to tell you one thing. Just spill it."

"Yes? Yes, tell me."

"If you go like this, you won't win the" Research Journal "like a play."

Seo-yerin's expression hardened.

· · · Finally came to the conclusion.

#

"And you said you've already started planning the next one?"

While discussing the conclusion of "Like a play" in the conference room, Yoon Seung-hun asked.

"Yes, well."

"You can take a break."

I smiled nicely. I would have if it hadn't been for you.

"I heard you're going with Mr. Idona."

"Yes, I think so."

"· · · Have you shared?"

It's a strange look.

Sometimes I feel worried and I feel uncomfortable.

"Yes, it was fine. It worked better than I thought."

"Yes?"

I look suspicious in my ear and take care of it. However, Idona's personality is quite famous.

Yoo Seung Hun coughed and turned his tongue.

"Well, you know, next Saturday is the end of December."

I nod.

"Yes, the last two movies will be on next week. Of course I do."

"No, I told you to be good at preparing for the awards ceremony."

Ah · · · · ·.

And at the end of December, there was an expectancy award.

I forgot black because I didn't have any kites from my previous life.

I remember the old "Jewelry Box in the Research Journal" when it was probably over by myself.

"Perhaps you can count on it."

Yoo Seung Hun's CP smiled bluntly.

"Of course," like a play "is great, but other works are dying. In the second half, the My Boyfriend , Emotional Expression , Snow Beam were all bad, and even until the first half, there was no comparable hit in the theater. Probably the target as well."

"Well, how hard can that be?"

Both Lee and Hanyumi are debut writers. It's more difficult to do what's customarily the best in the world.

Kim Young-chan from Lee Gwang-jin Station or Seung-bin Station has a year, but there is no impact.

"I don't know, the one who said break the customs."

Yoon Seung Hun's face suddenly blurred as a joke.

"I'm really sorry about this."

"You talk about that again. It's really okay."

Yoo Seung Hun CP is talking about the "Live Like a Theatre" Planning Evaluation Report that went up this time.

In fact, "Living like a theatre" was something I had planned to do by myself, and it was normal to have it recorded.

But the board grabbed the ankle.

It seems like I've been in the boss's office a few times, so they seemed to be bothered by the confrontation.

They pointed out that there was a separate author of the draft - half a sheet of A4 paper - and that "Living like a play" was a big difference, so it became a joint initiative between me and the ship.

In fact, Yoon Seung Hun CP is not to be sorry.

Well, it was true that I was getting tired of leaving something bad.

Wouldn't it be time to live by that damn name?

"Well, the writer's award is yours. I was told that was certain."

"That's it."

That's enough.

What the child usually eats is enough to see it.

#

"KBC Life Expectancy Award, Writer! The winner is: · · · · ·."

The moderator lifted the mooring long.

"Congratulations, Saint of the Snow Beam!"

A middle-aged woman stood up with dignity and a ritual applause poured in between.

The reporters took pictures with a slightly suspicious face.

At least there was a sound of passionate beating. It was coming from beside me.

"Whoa!"

She smiled and applauded without any regrets.

Let me look. Why? 'I smile and look back.

"Nothing," he turned his gaze.

· · · Look at this?

046 Seagull Victory Ceremony (2) End