Life, Once Again!

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The first play I saw was a comedic play based on domestic discord. When I was in college, I bought a ticket to love, and it was the first play of my life that I sat with my friends in a small theater chair.

The play was complicated and simple.

My father, who was an alcoholic, was actually not an alcoholic, and my mother, who was screaming all the time, was actually a scared person. The son who uttered all kinds of swear words at home was actually kind enough to secretly volunteer, and the daughter yelled that she was sick of her family, but in fact it was such a play that she loved such a family too much.

The play concludes with knowing each other's hearts and living happily. Unlike the TV, the sound of actors' breaths, facial expressions, and the sweat on their foreheads were quite shocking to the floor.

After that, I went to see a play. Allowing him to work as a road manager was also because he liked the play.

“Theatre.”

He looked down at his desk and said. I used to dream of being an actor. For a little while, of course. The actors playing the lines on the stage couldn't be so cool. They seemed to be loyal to the energy of life. To a floor that failed and was helpless, they looked even more beautiful. Of course, after realizing how the actors were living backstage, I folded my dreams clean.

“About you.”

Dozens talk next to you. Before the 4th period. It's almost lunchtime, so it's time to get up.

“Sometimes I look numb. ”

“I'm not dazed. I'm dazed. I'm sleepy.”

“No, you tell me the truth. You……. ”

[Did your daughter hit you in a row at night?]

A speech bubble appeared over his head. The floor stopped laughing.

“Why are you laughing all of a sudden? ”

“My daughter hits and laughs. Why? ”

“What?"

One eye frowns in the dojo. How did you know?

“Did you get the text? ”

The floor quickly turned to talk. Easily exploring the atmosphere, Dodger quickly changed his face and nodded.

“Meeting after? ”

“Huh."

“I did. Then why are we gathering? What do you want me to do?”

“I don't know.”

I thought about it during the fourth period of class, but there was no answer.

As soon as the first grade broadcast came out of the lunch room after class, the rebels ran out. They run through the halls like they're in some kind of war. Like everything else.

“Heh. Watch him run. ”

Dodge and floor remained in an empty classroom. Eating relaxed became a habit. And one more. The colonel comes close to you, too.

“Oh, I'm shaking. ”

Ridiculous.

People say, "What's shaking?"

“I'm worried about what you're going to say. ”

“Let's sell our worries. ”

“You saw it the other day. The PVC. ”

“That was a little scary, though. ”

“Do you really want me to hit you? ”

“No way.”

The floor I was listening to said a word.

“If you're Jonghyuk, you might actually hit me. ”

“That senior, too. ”

He nods to see if they agree.

“Oh, I have a third-grader I know who asked about the theater department. ”

You gesture to bring the dojo closer together.

“There must have been an accident before last winter break. That's why all the third graders are gone. The second graders are gone. ”

“Really? What kind of accident? Did you have a fight...? ”

“I don't know the details. He also said that he was not a theater director, so he knew only a great deal. ”

“An accident.”

The floor reminded me of several possibilities. Once a student has an unhealthy relationship. However, this school did not have a high level of knowledge about romance. The teachers also told me that they rarely get along with the children. As long as it does not affect academia, it means that there is no problem. And Yoon Jeong said you can have a relationship. If the theater department had been destroyed because of the relationship problem, they would not have said that.

Then the fight, maybe it was a real accident.

“Should I ask?”

“I saw the time. ”

“Maybe you shouldn't ask.... ”

The three of them looked out the window and said different things.

* * *

“Here we are. ”

The theater department gathered not the fourth-floor theater room, but the fifth-floor auditorium. Costumes and props in a row.

‘If that goes into the break room. ’

That should narrow it down quite a bit. The floor felt that the big flaw wasn't so big after all. Maybe it's not enough for 12 people to go into insolvency at once.

“You know what I'm talking about? Bam!”

As Yun Jeong introduced the prize, he pointed to the costumes with his hands.

Myrtle raises his hand and says.

“Can we move everything to a bad room? ”

“Yes, but first I need to clean up and tidy up. I just kept piling it up, and it got so bulky. They're all precious, but I'll throw them away. ”

It was Yoon Jung who said with a pity. If anything, it's in her heart that she wants to take with her.

“How do I organize it? ”

The floor asked.

“Well, you know what? Just looking at it, it's the left that wants to be okay and the right that doesn't. ”

“ ……. ”

A brief silence.

You're a moderately religious senior. Or maybe he didn't want to clean it up in the first place. Clearly, 'someone’ seems to be unwilling to organize it.

And that someone.

“Don't tell me you're useless. Tell me you're not. Clothes turn to the right if they're too messy. For things like props, if you see a lot of damage, turn right. Understand?”

Junghyeok stepped forward.

I knew it was him.

“Of course the old ones are broken. But they're all memories. If you throw them away... …. ”

Yoon Jung gives up his feet in exchange for a mouth. But Junghyeok doesn't even pretend to have seen it. It's a different atmosphere from when I came in to promote the theater department. I don't think it was him who struggled in first grade.

Well.

“Hey! Don't throw that away! Huh?"

There are always the same people.

It was Yoon Jung speaking while holding onto a piercing hanbok. But there was no mercy in medieval times. Hanbok flies to the right much more.

The cloth that fell away was worn out so much that it couldn't even be used on the floor. Maybe a beggar's outfit?

“Boo!”

It was Yoon Jung who changed the cube after Junghyeok. Junghyuk sighed for the first graders because he was embarrassed.

“Don't listen too carefully to what the manager says. Center anything you don't want to know. Yoon Jung and I will take care of it. ”

The work is so clean.

The teachers will love it.

“Come on! Let's go home. ”

First graders move with applause. The floor and two friends were attached to the prop. Spoons, counterfeiters, scissors, unknown iron bars. A pile of iron is enough to set up a junk chest.

“Wow, I'm not kidding. ”

Dojin said a word.

Daemyung said, "I saw this at my grandmother's house.” I lift my head.

I wonder what kind of play he was playing. I can see old phones, and I can see the finishes. It really feels like time. I also understand that Yoon Jeong is sorry. I've never seen anyone like this before, but it looks even more special to the people who spent a year here.

The floor glances back. The middle revolution, which was sorting out props in the middle, was crumbling. The same is true of his words, but he is still thinking about them. Alternating medieval frames, left and right, eventually place the frames on the left.

“Yes!”

Yoon Jeong likes it.

Cute.

I like it so pure when I'm alone.

‘…… one story. You're in high school, too. ’

The point keeps changing to 45 stories. You shouldn't have. I have started my life again, but it is difficult to maintain the "old-fashioned" perspective. Vibrantly and purely.

“Good work!"

“Eat up. ”

The door opens, and there are civilizations and sweets. I can hear chocolate pie and drinks. The best combination of value. Then Taekwondo, the teacher, comes in.

“Cheer up. But don't stay too late. Call me if you think it's gonna take long. I'll let security know. ”

It was a gesture of encouragement that disappeared. I think he bought me a drink and a snack.

Just as there was a sweep in front of her, she asked the sweeping sweep.

“I heard you created the theater department. ”

“Oh, that. That's right, the teacher assembled the people himself and created the theater department. That's how Stage One started. The teacher named him Chungcheon. A presidential badge, to say the least. ”

“I see. ”

“He's a good man. ”

Danmi gives me a drink. The floor was greeted with a glass.

Start work again. It was time to split the props and costumes.

“H-sir. ”

There's a noise coming from the costume. I raise my hand with the face of a chubby girl who is in trouble. It was definitely Kim So-yeon. Yurim, who has light brown hair next to him, is also holding his clothes in embarrassment. The floor stands up and looks at you.

The seniors are approaching.

The faces of the gatherers are also getting worse.

Then.

“Who did this to you?! ”

Yoon Jung shouts. It's quite sharp.You can see the thick lines on your forehead.

Freshmen gather for costumes in the commotion.

Costumes spread gently across the floor.

They were all clean and worn-out.

No, there's some kind of black spot on the side of your side. I leaned down at the floor and looked at the spot.

“Cigarette bread.”

The answer came from Dojin. Everyone's gaze floods to the surface. Suddenly, the shiver smiles.

“Here, here. Like Dojin said, I think someone punctured it with a cigarette. ”

They all have holes in their sides. The last outfit on the unusual left is a long running hole, whether it was rubbed off with cigarettes.

Junghyuk picks up his clothes and puts his nose in the hole.

“I can smell it. It's faint.”

The facial expressions of the second graders change severely.

The floor recalled the date for a moment.

Today is Monday.

I know it was Friday that the props and costumes were uploaded to the auditorium.

“Senior Junghyuk. Is this what you looked like on a Friday? ”

“No way. It was fine. Two dresses here were well kept because the guys paid a lot of money to buy them. By Friday, there was no hole like this. ”

“So this must have happened between Saturday and this morning. ”

“No.”

At the question of the floor, Junghyuk shakes his head.

“Saturday, after the half-day, I locked the auditorium door. It's a principle to lock up normally. It just reopened. I opened it myself. ”

“That's from late Friday afternoon to 3: 00 Saturday. ”

“That's right."

“Teachers don't smoke in here. ”

“You have to see it as a student. Maybe third grade.”

Just then, a scene passes by the floor's head. Roaring with cigarettes and gangs. I must have said something about the auditorium.

Have you noticed the facial expressions on the floor?

Junghyeok asks a question.

“What do you know? ”

The floor shakes its head after a moment of thought. This is an uncertain story. You should not hesitate to have doubts.

“No, I was just wondering who would do something like this. ”

“Phew. First of all, don't tell anyone else about this. I'll explain later, but the theater department's reputation is not so good right now. If this gets out of hand, we're the only ones to lose. The teachers will definitely be a problem at the administrative hall. Or maybe he thinks one of us is smoking. So I want you to keep it a secret. ”

It was a medieval process that quickly cleared up the situation. The second-graders nod their heads to make sure there was no dissent.

I thought about the floor again.

Why isn't he the chief?

“Let's put aside the punctured costumes. We can fix it. Here. Let's get back to work. Let's get this over with and go home. ”

“Yes!”

It was a five-story auditorium that was again becoming busy.

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Thank you, Sun-choko.