King of the Last Drama

Kim Kyung-suk's meeting with the writer was well over. I have succeeded in obtaining concessions, so I can sort that out.

At the end of the story, writer Kim Kyung-sook took out a passing tone.

"By the way, I don't know if it's okay for this fiddy to be filming right now. I heard the viewing rate is falling."

"It's okay."

In a strange tone, I said with pride.

"If you go into the latter part of the world in earnest, things will be different."

The day after that, Research Journal filming studio.

"Mm-hmm."

I was holding my head. The belly rumbles like a seasick. I was exhausted enough to open my eyes.

[Good job. I didn't sleep when I was growing up.]

Kim Chul Sunbae was sarcastic. I didn't have the power to give it back to Moora.

I kept my face trimmed and instructed the shooting staff.

"It's also written in Conti, but it's an important scene. Now that the scene can harden, let's bring it to life by crossing the line several times."

"Are we on time for Mr. Idona's blocking?"

I shake my head.

"No, subtract camera 5 from the master cut. Plus, I'm going to close up the scene that I specified and pass it over to the cutaway."

"Got it."

Staff began to move rashly. Kim Chul Sunbae asked.

[Just trying to shoot? Will it work?]

"Can the director say he's drunk and he's sober? It hurts, too, on a plate to come out. It's rubbish. '

[Mm-hmm.] Yeah. You can't do that.]

Kim Chul Sunbae nodded his head with a slightly curled attitude. The beard is shaking faintly.

I repeatedly read Conti and tried to sober up.

Then I was in the middle of it.

Something rushed in before my eyes. Beyond the unidentified liquid, I saw slack eyes reminiscent of the cat.

"Well, today's quota."

"· · · · · ·."

"· · · Why look at it like that?"

Idona frowns and looks at me. I think I can sweep the prize if I entrust it to the evil that unfairly harasses the protagonist.

Kim Chul Sunbae noticed. It's curiously blatant why I haven't noticed anything like that.

"No."

I said.

"I'm just glad that Samsre Idona is here."

"· · · · · What?"

Idona looks suspicious to my ears.

"What are you making fun of?"

"You're welcome. Idona is an amazing actor. I've always thought so."

"· · · · · ·."

Idona closes her mouth with an unspeakable expression. A blind man who has nowhere to go wanders.

After last night's meeting with writer Kim Kyung-suk, I turned over Idona's old work overnight, avoiding the obstruction of Kim Chul Sunbae. And I felt it over and over again.

This man has no talent.

It was already known, but years of acting immediately after the debut was a disastrous level. At the time, she said that she was better off compared to her current puppy.

On the contrary, it would be nice to say that the visuals were originally there, so there would have been as many other ways.

Nevertheless, I couldn't help but admire the persistence of acting and the countless efforts that had been made to get up here.

"I'm really lucky to be able to work with such a great actor as Idona."

"Hick!"

To my sincere compliments, the prophet Idona stepped back a few steps with a strange voice. I feel like I've seen a bloody splatter movie.

"What the hell are you drunk about? Have you been drinking?!"

"I had a drink yesterday."

"Sure! Here, eat this. Where's the man who's trying to take the shot?"

"I'm awake now."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Idona sticks a hangover remedy out of my mouth.

Well, Tasty.

I drank. I felt a little clearer about whether it was a placebo effect.

"Thank you. I think you're feeling a little better."

"· · · I don't think it's getting any better."

"It's okay. I know. Even if Mr. Idona saves it rough on the outside."

"Hiiyap!"

When I tried to express my gratitude again, Idona ran away screaming strangely.

· · · · · ·?

He's laughing at his head, and behind him, Kim Chul said.

[Prefect.]

"Yes?"

[You seem less sober.]

'You only said that yesterday.'

[· · · · · ·.]

Kim Chul Sunbae sighed and closed his mouth.

Idona looks at this side from a distance and turns her head to her face when she comes across me.

· · · Everyone is strange today.

#

The strange feeling was repeated even in full-scale shooting. It wasn't that positive.

If you only believe half of what he says, it means that Kangjin is more than 10,000 light-years away. It's in a state of uncertainty.

The smoke of the Red Lake was rising. There is a mix of regret that you can't see your friend again and relief that you can give up your crazy partner.

"It's practically impossible.

Yun Ga-yeon asked, ignoring Kim Sung Jae's words.

Is there no way?

A surviving Vulcan said.

By the time our civilization was highly developed, we would have been able to go back and forth. But I don't think I can guarantee that right now.

· · · · · ·.

After seeing Yoon Ga-yeon's face, Seongjae Kim's face became blurred.

"You, no way.

"Cut."

I sent NG's autograph. I scratched my head with a vague feeling.

Well, not bad, but it's not something.

When I tried to tell Idona "Moore", I was so annoyed that I didn't even know she was feeling it. Speaking of which, I think it would be counterproductive.

"I'm going to take a break."

I instructed you to take a break. I stretched out Conti and was locked in trouble.

Today was the scene where Yoon Ga-yeon decided to go on a one-way trip that lasted 10,000 light-years. In addition, it is also a branch of the current generation of unidentified forces that are excitedly transforming the Vulcans in Priqual.

[It doesn't make any sense because it's 10,000 light-years.]

Yes.

Therefore, at this point, the abnormal face of the Yoon Gae Yeon must explode to the maximum extent, which is not the case.

It is often the case that Idona shows poor condition. But today was a little different.

Smoke itself has no woodland.

"· · · What do you think?"

"I don't know, but I think you're a little intoxicated by Idona's character."

Recently, Essence, who is teaching with as much side as possible, said cautiously.

I also nodded and agreed. It was vague, but I could only explain it that way.

If Yoon Ga-yeon had tried to take revenge and kill himself until yesterday, today he seems to be a pioneer of justice.

But this was a scene that shouldn't have gone that far.

"· · · First, I'll go in from the other side."

The other scene ended without any problems. In the end, however, the scene in question was not chosen satisfactorily and turned over to the next shoot.

I encouraged Idona, who was somewhat grazed after her troubles.

"It's okay. It's a tough scene, but I believe you can do it with Idona."

"· · · How many alternative drinks have you had?"

It didn't work very well.

#

Brooklyn, eastern United States, New York.

Diego Rodriguez's forehead was rarely wrinkled. The surrounding atmosphere was similar.

"They're kicking their asses right now."

Alex grumbles. It was a somewhat formal tone with people around him, but it didn't mean much because the content looked like this.

"So, what are you going to do, Diego?"

Diego was troubled and left speechless.

In order to understand this situation, we needed some common sense about the production environment of American drama. As is well known, American drama is made into a season zero, often before and after the 22nd century.

Of course, there are exceptions, such as the drama originally planned. This is why it is not possible to predict whether it will be a hit or not.

Therefore, in that case, first create a pilot episode, namely the liver, and if that is not bad, call it Front 13 and give the budget to produce 13 first.

If the reaction is good, he orders an additional 9 coins to match 22 coins, which he calls the full season, whether combined or split, before or after 22 coins.

The problem was that "Live like a theatre" Priqual was out of these traditional specifications in many ways.

"I can't be too embarrassed by the villagers. Even with the performance, he skipped the pilot episode by one."

"Front 13 has been pre-fabricated to a high soldering level."

"Haha, even a dizzy Korean drama would have frightened me when I saw the scene roll."

The drama so produced ceased to have a mild response at the level of 1 and 2. Of course, the hundred and ninth had nothing to send around, and in fact, the 13th grade was confirmed.

However, drama began to become a full-fledged painting before and after the four and five paintings. This was a good thing.

However, at the time of the nineteenth edition, the station ordered a full 22nd season, sending a backorder without delay.

Even Diego could not be such an outrageous demand to frown.

"It's crazy. That's insane! Do they know the amount is drawn out of the magic wand?"

"I'm right. The nine-dollar schedule is a second hit, and there's no plot. What the hell do you want me to solder?"

The complaints that had erupted from all over the place soon shrank. It's a really nice spell, but in the end, it's unfortunate.

Alex asked quietly.

"Shouldn't you ask Director Lee for help?"

I agreed with Mr. Earl.

"I guess that's all I have to do now."

"Those moles, they say, are like magic wands. I'm going to make you a scrambled egg in half a dozen bucks."

The belief in the retention of current writers was enormous. In fact, most of the remaining episodes of the current screening were written by her or by herself.

But Diego was still making an impression. He sighed and said.

"That would be the best, but it's not going to work. I'll tell you what. Don't expect too much."

"· · · · · ·?"

He looked suspicious.

#

"No."

Diego on the other side of the phone, as I said, sighed.

"As you know, Gia is ahead of SAT. What are you going to leave me with at this critical moment?"

Can't you just ask for an idea? However, there are many ways to construct a nine-piece episode without the originator. I need at least some direction.

Mmm.

I was briefly troubled. Then I opened my mouth as I thought.

"Then why don't you focus on the opposing forces?"

· · · Hmm?

For me, it was really thoughtless.

"So..."

121 Study a day and become an academic (3) End