King of the Last Drama

I put my phone in my pocket with a grumpy heart.

How did this happen?

I was persuaded when the room came with a full plan.

This is why Rehabili and Gia's signet bridge seemed enough.

I was delighted that the story consisted of a formal cliche.

That's why it was Jia's most needed experience.

I was not worried when I heard the rumor that the PD was contemplating a room filled with the horrors of the script.

Because I thought it would somehow be covered if there was a transfer.

But there was nothing I could do now that the writer got a strange enlightenment.

[You weren't relieved. Chan Chan was a monster.]

Kim Chul senior was comforted.

[Who would have thought that he would take 93 percent of the film with him in it?]

'Damn it! I gave up my perfect plan because of him.'

Kim Chul Sunbaek asked me a horrible question.

[Are you saying that the perfect plan is to pull out a masterpiece of style and make a calligrapher find my way?]

'What else could there be?'

[· · · · · ·.]

Shut your mouth.

"Brother?"

When I got the call and stood still, Gia became a little worried.

I was awake.

"Just got off the phone. Yerin's sister, right? Do you have any problems?"

"Uh, no. You haven't had lunch yet, have you? Should we go get something to eat?"

I quickly took care of my complexion. I didn't come here to soothe him.

"You haven't got much time off, have you? Waiting for Ji Min and Milk Institute to come back, then · · · ·."

"Uh, no. Actually, Seol went out to buy something to eat."

I frowned.

"Seo-yi? Alone?"

"Yes."

· · · I don't know how scary the world is yet, even if he is.

He took a small sigh and picked up his phone again.

Someone came in, choking on the front door.

I couldn't see my face because I was holding the envelope.

"I bought it!"

The cheerful voice is vivid.

It was the envelopes that contained the food that came down with the thud and the sound. Fill the narrow front door with plenty of them.

Gia smiles with a hard face.

"You've bought so much."

"Whatever you ask me to eat, I'll do it. That's the way to make a man tougher."

A woman grumbled.

"At this point, there's one thing you like, too, right?"

The envelope disappeared and a smiling face was revealed.

"Here you go! You might as well stop screwing around! You can do better next time!"

I encountered such a vivid face and gaze.

· · · · · ·??

I was dumb and the opponent blinked.

After a while, he sobers up and quickly bows his head.

"Sorry!"

"Uh-huh?"

"I hear you've done a lot for me! I'm so sorry I missed you so early!"

"· · · · · ·."

I was silent.

I make excuses by striking my hand to see if I've taken it for a different purpose.

"I didn't mean to say hello, did I? But the damn thing, uhm, it's jamming around. Don't think you don't know grace!"

He said, "I'm sorry!" Thank you "!" Bow your head.

I blinked.

It was strange.

It was so weird.

Obviously, it's a familiar face, but it doesn't match the image in me.

I haven't heard a word for a while.

"· · · Let's just ask one question."

"What is it? Say anything!"

I feel strange with my eyes sparkling.

I was wondering what else to say.

I spit it out.

"Have you ever been to Sundae National Historic Site near the Old Town Hall?"

Lee Lee's eyes blinked.

"No · · ·? Where is it?"

#

It's been a week.

The calligrapher came with the manuscript exactly on the date he had foreseen.

"To tell you the truth, as soon as the" theater "was over, I felt like I was losing my mind."

It's a very tired look.

It's a dark dark circle, a frizzy head, and looks like someone who hasn't slept well in days.

It's probably true, too.

"Suddenly, it seemed like the writing had deteriorated by about a decade."

"I've done a big job. If you're tired, you might feel that way, right?"

Let's shake my head with something I don't care about.

"No, I don't know if that sounds unreasonable, but I think I've grown my skills to the point of being involved in" theatre. "It's closer to the old days."

"Mmm."

"But the snow height was elevated, so it tasted like death. I don't know how many times I've changed."

Knock the manuscript with a nice smile.

"Still, I think it's okay."

At the end of the day, the voice was reduced.

I nodded and took the manuscript and read it.

Damn, this dinosaur is still alive.

Overall, however, it looks very organized.

The clumsy elements are tastefully blended and sunk. The expression itself is sophisticated and sensual.

Unbelievable, the sentiments of the people in the extreme human relationships that sound like me are revealing.

I straightened my head.

Mmm.

Mm-hmm.

So, this is...

[I don't think you want to admit it, so I'll tell you instead.]

Kim Chul Sunbae is dead.

[This is a great calligraphic theater. I don't know about you, but I have nothing to point out here.]

· · · It can't be different.

I bowed my head.

Damn, how did this happen?

[I don't know, something bad?]

"Senior, I'm the only one who needs to live, but I don't want to ruin another one, do I? '

[Screw it?]

Kim Chul Sunbae made an unambiguous look.

[Hyun-Seok. You tend to exaggerate the original "Research Journal", but that's not enough. Seo Soo-hyun didn't even get out of style in the first place.]

The senior who saw my face sighed for a long time.

[Come, then, don't say this. I assure you, there is no human who can think of Seo Soo-hyun in this play. I've been away for a long time. The kid who was trying to pioneer his way started grabbing something, but shouldn't you be celebrating?]

With a "bar"? '

Kim Cheol shrugged at my murder.

There's no such thing as a curtain with a [ Hamlet ]. Make it that way if you flirt.]

'That's the kind of cotton that most drama writers use.'

· · · But he was right.

Just like a formal clerichess, Jia has the experience she needs from a calligrapher.

I left the manuscript behind for a moment.

Let's think objectively.

Leaving the original "Jewelry Box in the Research Journal", the completeness of this manuscript is certainly not bad.

If so, · · · · · ·.

"· · · This PD?"

"All right, let's go."

The moment the calligrapher's face became bright, I wondered if my expression was not good.

"I'll simply pick up the synopsis and schedule the casting in a month."

"Isn't it too soon?"

The writer opens his eyes and counts his fingers.

"I don't think it's enough for a budget, for a staff, for a set."

There is a composing quest and a place hunt added.

Definitely a busy schedule, but I can't help it.

"Never mind, just focus on casting."

I laughed.

Decided.

Research Journal is a drama that is worthy of Seo-yerin's entry no matter how I do it.

The blueprints for it are already drawn.

"Oh, how about talking to your sister?"

Seo-yerin became suspicious.

"Mr. Lee Seol? Well, I don't think it's a bit of an image to leave acting."

"Well, it's going to be different now."

"· · · · · ·?"

"And there's something else I'd like to discuss."

#

"That's fine."

Idona, who was handing over the manuscript, said freshly. But the mouth goes up small.

It looks like it was right to my taste.

The more different he was from his first impression, the easier he was to know.

"Do you have any questions you don't understand?"

"Hey, PD. You don't know who I am? It's Idona, Idona."

Saw actress snorted and snorted.

"Have you seen me fail to interpret characters?"

I nod.

"Yes, I did. Yeon-hee from Purple Card was pretty horrible."

Idona frowns with a single bite.

"What the hell is going on? Come and get it! · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·."

"Did you see that? I opened it right away."

"· · · There were 23,000 audiences, and you were among them?"

"Yes, it was the worst Saturday of my life."

"· · · · · ·."

Idona closes her mouth like a clogged horse. It's a red face.

· · · Well, I and Idona have been close enough to make and receive this kind of joke lately.

Thinking of it as the first encounter, there is no such thing as the Great Wall.

Of course, "Purple Card" was the worst.

"Stop teasing me! What have you been up to since the beginning?"

Idona stopped screaming.

I put iron plates on my face, smiling as if I had waited.

"You know, I've been doing really well from the start."

"· · · Good job."

[Scoundrel.]

Idona squirts her lips and Kim Chul fills her tongue.

I decided to look a little soothed because the planting looks really bad.

"But the Hero Signal was good. Idona was much better than the other actors in five minutes."

"Uh, yeah?"

Idona blinks.

Acting in "King Reaka" was great. That was not a good assessment, it was purely because of the director. The 37-minute edition of Camera Walk is also available in "Fraudsters." "

Idona suddenly said, "Wait a minute, wait a minute!" and cut off the story.

Then I paused for a moment.

"Hey, you, are you a fan of mine?"

"Are you crazy?"

"· · · · · ·."

Oh, my God, I was so focused.

I wanted to look into it.

Fortunately, even though Idona had a thick face, she didn't seem to feel bad.

"Tell me if you want anything to do with casting."

I coughed and turned my back.

"Well, I think some actors would like to, some actors don't like to learn, if you have one, I'll consider it."

"You're saying something strange."

Idona snorts.

"I don't put my feelings in my work, I don't cover my opponents. You can talk to the writer and pick the best casting."

"Very well."

I nod.

"I'm glad you took our plan so seriously. Honestly, I was a little worried. Anybody okay?"

"· · · Of course."

Idona frowns.

After two or three confirmations, I smiled widely.

"I will cast Hong Ji-ho at Nam protagonist station, as I said. Thank you for your understanding."

"· · · ·?"

Idona's face instantly turned white.

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