Life, Once Again!

Hook fever.

The gaze flashes at me at once.

The floor shrugs and nods at the smile.

“Hello."

“Yes."

Short answer.

The floor walked to the auditorium on the fifth floor because it was familiar. Tidy drinks. The floor opened up a chair on the hall and sat on it.

I can see the crew practicing at once. The floor looks to the left. Below the white painted wall are props and costumes for this play. The couch, the table, the tablecloth. And boards and logs.

“Ahhhh. Bass. Tighten the external obliques. Make an abdominal creak to produce sound. Imagine training. Look inside. Ah, the concave vocal chords open. And the air that entered the ship slowly pushed up the path. Catch as many breaths as you can and puke. It's not a heartbeat. The belly's ringing. ”

A smile touches one person's abdomen and says, Touch the stiffness of the right hand on the stomach and the left hand on the abdomen. At that time, the deputies changed their posture and continued speaking.

I could clearly see that the floor hearing them from the front was much different from the beginning.

I can see that the tension is relieved. Verbal is also rarely trembling. The sound of being heavily conveyed.

It will be the result of the exercise

“Good. Walk fast. ”

The underlings make an oval, fearful of falling horses. And they start walking around behind each other like a tail game.

It moves pretty fast.

“Imprint it in your head. How my body is moving right now. What muscles are tense and where the center of gravity is located when you take off your feet. How's your breathing? How's your gaze? I think you have a camera over your head. Keep an eye on yourself with your third eye. ”

A smile watched her walk for five minutes, clapping her hands and saying, "Slow down.” I said.

They start walking slowly as if they were playing a slow-video for a moment. I've seen the floor a few times, so I'm not surprised anymore.

I've seen that scene a lot when I was a road manager. Learn to speak with your body before you speak. It reminds me of the pain of an older actor who was the youngest of the extremes.

I've been trained like that before on the floor. I didn't take it seriously, but I had a chance to learn from the instructor when I took the soldiers to the set.

I didn't learn much because fate didn't last that long. When I quit my job as a road manager and started working for a small business, I heard about what the instructor was doing across the bridge. He said that being a college play and a professor was his dream, and he became an ordinary worker just like himself.

“Finger tip! Fingertips! Try not to make any moves that don't involve your will! It has to be now. You have to stay conscious so you can get some spontaneous, subconscious smoke. Do you understand?”

“Yes!! ”

Unlike the Dynamics answer, they are still slow moving members.

It looks like you're about to repeat that move for the next 10 minutes or so.

Isn't it common to say this?

Polarity and drama work.

Such static movements consume considerable health as they do violent movements. The easiest and most effective frown in the army and perfect posture.

The faces of the slow-walking theater crew frown one by one. Sometimes the center of gravity is not properly shifted, resulting in a loss of form. You should always listen to the sound of a smile.

“I'm not paying attention! ”

There are no lionesses.

The floor quietly opens the book.

There's no place for me to train.

You were excluded from all training at that moment on the right.

That way, a few more members line up in a row. A smile is a 15-minute break.

I silently closed the book I was reading and looked ahead. The staggering members of the theater struggle for fresh water.

The floor grabs the bottled water barrel in front of it and throws it to Dojin. The seniors are drinking on their own, so don't worry.

“I'm dying!”

“Alive. ”

“Huff-puff.”

Even Stone Chamber muscle training, which started in the morning, was stealing sweat with my forearm.

Yurim is taking a breath and rubbing his cell phone out. Maybe we should consider that cell phone self-destructive by now.

“My leg hurts. ”

Soyeon was tapping bean sprouts with her fist. Soyeon was noticeably thin. He is so fit that he still looks great for women, but the feeling of slowness when I first saw him is gone.

Dew and Tae-jun were both beautiful and cool.

Ah, correction. Tae Joon doesn't look so cool with half his eyes open. As the thin body-type owner, Tae Joon lacked fundamental stamina. His one-month training was even worse than his basic muscles.

‘This is a diet camp. ’

Although it was not intended to lose weight, the ‘rolling’, which was implemented explicitly to free the body, was reducing the weight of the deputies.

“I thought my left leg was twitching. ”

“Hold on.”

“Phew, in the second grade, I was just trying to be a staff member, but how did this happen? Both of us.”

He said as he looked at the Middle Ages. They were the two people who wanted to help out with the staff, but they were participating the most in the training of smiles.

The two of them played an important role. The protagonist's father and uncle.

“Hing, Danmi. My leg hurts. Squeeze me.”

“Shut up. It's hard for me, too. ”

“Wow, you've gone soft. ”

Yoon Jung and Danmi also said while wiping their sweat.

Heat is rising in all personnel.

Alone in the middle is a cold floor. I gave water to those who were looking for water, and chocolate bars.

“Our manager is coming. ”

Yun Jeong looked at the floor and said.

At some point, the floor's title became a manager. I don't even remember who called me first. It was a joke at first, but everyone calls it that when you get used to it.

Manager.

I never thought another day called that would come.

It felt strange.

“Cheer up. ”

“Come on. We don't have much time left. ”

Break time.

This is the only time the floor can fit. Talking about things like that, I understand the practice and work that the theater department has done.

The deputies praised her for her ability, even though they were determined not to listen to her smile. I can see that her teaching skills are not ordinary even by the side of the floor I've been watching constantly.

“Script reading! ”

A distant smile cried out.

The fallen comrades quickly get up and take their scripts and go next to the smiles. The floor quietly examines the units about 20 meters away, then pulls out the book again.

"You shouldn't be alone. Kick-kick."

The dodger walks over there and says a word.

Lonely.

It's a feeling only someone belonging somewhere can feel. The floor felt a little isolated, but not lonely.

I've never had the same heat in my life.

It's no wonder we don't spend time like them and want to be in the same position we are.

Ambassadors of deputies digging through the attribution.

The song they prepared for the National Youth Show was called "Cozy Dining Table." It was a script obtained by a smile. It was a play that solved the story with problems that his age would have for the youth theater.

There are two stages that appear. Small mom-and-pop shops outside the house. Boards and timber are materials to make a hole in the shop. Instead of building a cube, it is built like a mouthpiece and is only shown to the audience.

Focus again on the book.

The sound of reading coming from a distance becomes more and more distant. Recently, I've come to realize that reading books significantly increases my concentration.

I tried the same experiment with the mathematics and English books, but it didn't do much for the numbers and crookedness.

‘I will also get a full grade in my proficiency. ’

I handed over the bookshelf with a bloody smile. The autobiography of the actor was describing what life he had lived and what role he played changed his life.

There were a lot of realistic expressions and field terminology that I could read without being bored. It was when I was handing over the bookshelf.

An angry phrase appeared.

- I never thought I'd be like this. Until then, my dream was to buy a car with the money I made in monopoly part-time. But an actor. Life is a mystery.

You're right.

Life doesn't even know tomorrow.

We are flogging me today to make the life that I do not know tomorrow shine. so that I can live better in the future.

Consume today

It was when I passed on a few chapters.

“One drink.”

I heard the smile calling. I covered the book and walked towards you.

“Yes?”

“Read this. ”

It was a script that was thrown. The part of the smile was the main character's line. After arguing with a friend, the protagonist becomes monogamous in the living room.

The floor picked up the script and read the letters.

“I know I didn't do a good job. But he shouldn't have. Yeah, you're picking on me for something so trivial. ”

I slowly read the script.

Often smiles were read like this. I didn't know what this meant. Maybe it shows me what bad reading is.

“There you go. Bring it. ”

“Yes.”

The floor handed over the script to the smile.

* * *

It was when I finished reading the book. I looked at the watch with a personal assessment that it was quite fun. Time was already past 4 o'clock and toward 5 o'clock. 10 minutes until full time.

The floor is finally packed. I put the bottled water and the book in my bag. In front of you, you see units moving around, whether they are practicing their comrades.

“Don't look at the ground! I'll show the audience your head! Huh!?”

A screaming smile. Soyeon nods slightly in pain. But I heard too much.

Whether it's inappropriate or not, it's a smile that says “continue."

I put my tongue out on the practice of slapping the school of professional acting.

A play you have to be crazy to do.

The smile was bringing it to life diligently.

“More immersed than drunk is madness. ”

The floor sat on a chair, looking at the assistants and smiles. Where are they looking?

How much this moment of madness in theater can help their lives. It was the floor that exported the Income Statement in my head. As a result, it concludes that everything except the stone that the actor dreams of is a loss.

‘I'm going to become a pessimist. ’

I am self-aware.

It's cynically changing humanity.

Seeing those who are loyal to reality now, they clearly have a place in the corner of their mind where they think they are pathetic.

Speak a foreign language at that time.

Do the math at that time.

At that time…….

Pair!

The floor slaps its cheek.

I couldn't seem to wake up after hitting him a little.

But here's the thing.

“Come on, Maruya. ”

“What's the matter? ”

I hit too hard.

I can see the players staring at me blindly. And a smile.

The floor scratches its eyebrows and gives a clumsy smile.

“I have mosquitoes. ”

Mosquitoes at the end of April.

That's an awkward excuse, but what if I don't get treated like a lunatic?

“What the hell.”

“I'm surprised. ”

“Isn't that a little strong for catching mosquitoes? ”

The sophomores and first graders smile and say. The floor only smiled silently.

Then the clock pointed to 5 o'clock.

Like Pablo's dog, it's reflexive. I held the bag and saw a smile. I was waiting for the same thing to come out of that mouth.

“Let's have dinner. Freshmen. Go get some kimbop and some roast beef. ”

A smile pulls the money out of the purse. Freshmen rise up as a group and leave the fifth floor auditorium. Freshmen begin to talk amongst themselves with scripts.

He wants to rest until dinner.

I got tired of smiling too, leaning on my back and almost lying down.

The floor waits for a moment before approaching the smile.

“I'll be going. ”

“ ……. ”

There was no answer to the smile.

What is it?

I waited in front of him for a while, but I turned around and grabbed the auditorium doorknob. Then you twist. The door opens slightly with a queek. It was when the floor pushed out through the gap.

“Are you going home? ”

You hear voices behind you. I don't know how long it's been coming. There's a smile right behind you. The black training top that you wear every time you lift it up to the top of your neck and come out first.

The floor says, "Yes.” Then I went down the stairs.

By the way.

A smile was coming down the stairs.

A smile that sticks its hand in your pocket and squeals. After halfway down the stairs, the floor pauses.

“Do you have something to do with me? ”

“... Tsk. ”

It was a smile with a tongue.

I thought I had something to say, but I kept my mouth shut again.

I don't know what you're doing.

I nodded at the smile and turned. I don't know what it is, but I don't think it's important. It was when I went down three flights of stairs.

“Hey."

A smile rang out.

Turned around.

I'm rubbing my fingers.

“We need to talk. ”

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Thank you, Sun-choko.

Then we go.