Let Me Be Reborn

* * *

One photographer sat down as he entered the seminar room. I was a 30-year-old man wearing black horned glasses wearing a bread hat.

An artist's costume?

“Oh, any of you models want to take a picture today? ”

A democracy responded to the photographer's question.

“Yes, they're gym students. ”

“Hey, you have a lot of character. Nice model. ”

The photographer glances at me alternately and nods satisfactorily.

“Let's sit over here. Let's talk about the concept of photography and go in for a shot. ”

The four of us sat round the table in a circle. In the corner of the seminar room was a grey backdrop and a large camera in front of it. It looked like I had already come early to set up the curtain in the window.

“I was talking about my anger with the university officials. I picked the background yesterday, and I'll merge it later if I take a portrait. ”

“You mean compositing photos? ”

“Yes. Have you ever done anything like this? ”

“No, it's my first time today. ”

“Really?"

The photographer repaired his glasses and carefully observed me.

I was embarrassed by the obvious look in my eyes.

“Hmm, handsome. I love the camera. What department did you say this guy was in? ”

Democracy answered instead of being my manager.

“I'm in the PE department, both of you. ”

“Ah, gym. That's why I'm glad you're here. You pick your own costumes? ”

“Yes, what · · · ·. ”

“Nice sense of clothing, too. Do you want to model next time you get a chance? ”

“Yes? Me? ”

“Oh, sorry, sorry. I'm an actor or a model with a profile picture. I think it's too much of a waste to model for college posters. ”

“Thank you for your input. ”

“Let's talk about that later and start with the concept of filming. ”

The photographer explained it to me in earnest. I don't know why it takes such a complicated discussion to take a picture, but I heard it was very professional content for beginners to hear.

“· · · You know what I mean? ”

“Well, sort of. ”

“How about a woman? ”

“I'll work hard."

“Okay, okay. I think the work will come out because I like both of them very well. Let's get started. The assistant teacher is free to go if you are busy. ”

The democracy I was listening to was surprised at the sudden reception.

“I'm here to help. ”

“No, it's not.”

“It's still our students · · ·. ”

“I'm more nervous when I see someone I don't know when I'm filming, so I can't make a face. ”

“Well, is that so? ”

The disgraced democracy shrugged and retreated. It was a pity to see me. Especially the fact that there was only two of them was very uncomfortable.

After the democracy left, a text arrived shortly after.

‘Obviously a democracy. ’

Kang Min-ju: You're filming well. I'll be waiting for you in class.

Instead of answering, I chewed the text.

Democracy burns more and more as you ignore it.

“Let's see if the camera works. Stand over there, boys."

The photographer said he stood in front of the camera and posed. Jeong Yin watches with interesting eyes. The photographer, who was watching the camera viewfinder, tilted his head.

“You're not nervous, right? ”

“Yes?”

“My expression is a little unnatural. ”

“Oh, I've never shot anything like this before. ”

“Relax. As natural as it can be. I think I'm an intern for an interview. ”

“Brother, fighting. ”

I was cheering, but I couldn't help but feel awkward. I didn't know where to look, and I felt energized even as I stood still. It seemed like Lee Jungwoo's habit of avoiding photos was reflective because of the appearance complex.

I shook my head when the photographer was frustrated.

“Hmm, I don't think so. It's too awkward. Next is the girl.”

I withdrew with a pitiful tune and barton touch. The photographer's face, which was checking the screen of Jung Ming, quickly came to life.

“Oh, that's nice. I get the camera so well. Your face is fine.”

“Oh, thank you. ”

“You have to pose naturally like that girl. Turn to the side. Put your hands on your waist. ”

“Like this?"

The photographer was satisfied with the posture and pressed hold.

As the flash explodes, the tone flickers and asks.

“Did you just get that shot? ”

“No. I tried it once because I like your face so much. Avoid camera awareness and keep your eyes as natural as possible. ”

“Yes.”

Bang, bang, bang!

Although Jung Yin is the first time shooting, unlike me, I received a lot of praise. Even as I looked at it, Jung Ming was not aware of the camera at all and was making a natural face as usual.

[You seem to be much more talented in this area.]

‘Ugh, it's embarrassing. In front of me · · ·. ’

[I can't help it. You're not experienced at all.]

‘No, I didn't know that, but I felt uncomfortable standing in front of the camera. When Lee Jungwoo was small, he hated taking pictures. I hardly ever take a selfie. ’

[Can you compare now and then? You're an objective looking man, no matter what.]

‘No · · · ·. Oh, what can I say? Like a little camera snarl? I don't know if I'd rather do something, but it's awkward standing in front of a camera all by myself. ’

[Hmm. This was an unexpected problem.]

‘I wanted to show you how good the tune is in front of you · ·. ’

When I came all the way here to make up my face like that, I felt proud in front of my heart. Despite the change in appearance, it was very unfair that there was still trauma left in Lee Jungwoo's time. His body changed, but his mind remained intact.

‘I can't do this. We need to have a plan.’

"Measures?"

“Hey, I need to use the bathroom. ”

“Yes. Relax. ”

“Yes.”

I left the tune to take a test shot.

What are you going to do?

‘This is embarrassing, so I'm going to act. ’

[Smoke?

"Yes, as a professional model for a profile picture. ’

[Ah! You have a method master item!]

‘Yes.'

After escaping the building, I quickly smoked a cigarette. It was a method master cigarette that boosted smoke. He smoked a cigarette and suggested to himself.

I am a professional model.

A veteran who has taken dozens of profiles.

When I finished smoking, I was finally full of confidence. However, I had to hurry because the duration of the item decreased rapidly.

When I returned to the scene, I told the chief writer:

“Can I go in right now? ”

“Right? Are you sure you're okay? Let's practice some more. ”

“No, I came emptying my stomach, and I was relaxed. ”

“Oh, you've got a backache. Yeah. Let's go. ”

“Brother, good luck! ”

A sweet voice cheered me on.

He's a good boy.

I was standing in front of the camera, being illuminated by the effect of the method master, but there was no tremor at all. Everything was as natural as breathing, and I even heard a little excitement.

Athletes are most excited to be on the field, and singers feel the willingness to live when they sing in front of an audience. Possessed by a professional model, I felt a similar feeling at the moment in front of the camera.

“Oh, you look so much better. Exactly!”

The writer clicked on him without even knowing it.

He seemed to be a very delicate writer who captures moments.

I posed as he requested and took a few more shots.

The writer who handed over the photo in viewfinder held out his tongue.

“Hey, that was a totally different game. It's a freelance. ”

Squeak, squeak!

The shutter goes crazy.

I felt like this was what it felt like to be a model just standing there. Overwhelming smoke spread like chewing through a camera. At this moment, I felt like the best model in the world.

“This is so good, I don't know what to choose. ”

“Are you all right?”

“Is everything all right? Why were you so good before? ”

“Ahh · · ·. I'm actually uncomfortable. ”

“I see! I love it now. I love it! ”

“Thank you."

“Boys, no more. Girls, I'm going to take a second shot. ”

The shooting continued in succession.

It took less than an hour before the last two shots were shot. The photographer who was organizing the equipment seemed satisfied.

“I did a lot of modeling in college, but I've never seen a student take such a good picture. Especially Lee Dou Hoon? It's too bad for you to be a PE teacher. ”

“Thank you very much. Thank you. ”

“It's true. I've shot a couple of famous actors and models, and I don't think many of them are as good a cameraman as you are. Anyway, after I synthesize it with the background, I'll send you a finished copy. They both look so good that they don't need compensation. ”

“Yes.”

“But two people · · · ·. Are you dating? ”

“Yes?”

“No, the costume concept is similar. I thought it would look great on you. ”

The writer keeps his head down with a shy look on his face.

“You're right? I knew there was a catch. I took a picture of the couple. I need money.”

I deliberately laughed without positive denial.

“Anyway, I had a really good day. I'll give you a business card, so leave me an email later. I'll send you a copy of the promotional flyer and a profile picture in front of it. Oh, and a couple shots. ”

“Thank you."

This resulted in a couple shots taken alone with a tune.

A photograph of our memories was born.

* * *

After the shoot, the tune jumped with a sense of liberation.

“Yay! It's over. ”

Seeing a joyful heart like a child, he said.

“Did you do well today? ”

“Me? My brother's doing much better. You said you could be a model. ”

“What · · · · model · · · · ·. By the way, if you're free this afternoon, why don't you come to the cafe with me? ”

“Okay, I texted my assistant teacher that it's almost over. ”

“What? When? ”

“When I went to the bathroom for a while, ”

In the bathroom, it was time for him to come smoking a method master cigarette for his last shot. At the end of filming, the conscience left a note to the democracy.

“Then · · · ·. ”

The democracy, who had dragged the car to the front of the headquarters one day, lowered its window to the two of you and waved his hands. It wasn't him.

“Are you done now? I'll buy you a cup of coffee after a hard day. ”

Jung Yin said without knowing the speed of discipline.

“Great, the assistant teacher buys us coffee, so we get it. ”

“Hmm · · · ·. Yes.”

He replied with a chewed up face. It's been a long time since I wanted to clear my conscience and repetition, but I was worried that democracy would slow me down.

‘It's been a long time since I've had democracy in my life. I told you to stay put. Don't you listen? ’

[Don't be so mean. How much did the Democratic miss you?]

‘Just do something weird in front of your conscience, not someone else. I won't let you. ’

He opened the door as he plowed through it. I was about to get in the back seat, but the tone shook across my head and said,

“It's polite to sit in jewelry when you're in a car. ”

In the end, he sat alone in the back seat, with a stubborn attitude in his heart. The democracy winked secretly seeing the lesson sitting next to it, then lifted up one skirt and revealed its thighs clearly.

"Oh, shit! ’

Luckily, it was an angle I couldn't see, but he clears his throat, turning his gaze to the strict place, telling me not to try anything.

“Hmmm! Teacher, aren't you busy? ”

“Huh? Me? I'm fine. ”

“No, you seem a little busy these days. ”

“Busy day's over. I'll finish this semester as soon as I prepare for the final exam. ”

“I see.”

“Did you have fun taking pictures? ”

“Yes!”

“Hoho. The professor was very proud. This time, we have two school PR models. ”

“Thanks to you. ”

“But where are we going? There's a coffee shop inside the school. ”

“I've had a hard time filming, but I need to take her somewhere nice. ”

“Outside? But I also brought a car. ”

“Yes, don't worry. I'll take you both back later. The chord is on the house, isn't it? ”

“Yes. Then we can stop by and come back to school. ”

He finally realized the intention of democracy.

It was to actively hinder his car from being with Jung Yin.

"This is the shaving wheel, now? ’

[Hehe. Jeong Yang or Democratic Yang. That's the problem.]

What's there to think about? Democracy needs to be condemned and a good conscience. ’

He resolved that he would not play with democracy's intentions.

When the three arrived outside the school coffee shop, they discussed the drinks and cakes.

“You guys have any good news after the first semester? ”

“What · · · · ·. ”

“My boyfriend. How can such handsome disciples not have a single thought? ”

The democracy swipes a straw and asks. In the obvious question of intent, the medicine rose, and the heartbeat blushed in embarrassment.

Without an answer, the democracy asked again.

“You two aren't dating, are you? ”

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