Life, Once Again!

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Hyehwa Station.

It's been a while.

May, the youth winds surround the university. People in lighter clothing are walking. Are they spectators or performers?

A man walking on a vent chair sits in front of the car house in front of the station. And then I started playing as if it were a stage.

The sound of the guitar without an amp does not spread far. Nevertheless, people flock. His voice was strong enough to make him stop walking.

Lovers with arms, men with churros, kids with cupcakes, stylish girls, students who are making noise like they've never seen anything like this.

“Shall we listen? ”

Smile says, the floor nods. A man's performance was worth taking the time to listen.

The man who was surrounded. Finish the first song lightly and greet. A successive clap. The man shrugs his shoulders as he opens the guitar case. A relaxing smile. It's not something I've done once or twice.

People who are attracted by the atmosphere open their wallets. I took out a thousand won and put it in the floor. A little boy places the bread he was holding on to it.

“Thank you.”

The guitar man greeted the boy and ate the bread. Then I gave him a drink next to me.

“Today's my lucky day. ”

Haha, a smiling man. The man filled with bread and drink continued the next song. A small concert with no sound, just your neck and fingers. I got up after singing four songs in a man's seat.

“The next show is Maroni Park. ”

That's how you say it and then it's gone. Some follow after the man as if he had met a man.

“Let's go, too. ”

“Where are you going? ”

“If you come to college, it's a play. Let me see one monopole. ”

A smile that wants to grab your arm and drag it away again. The floor took off its hand and walked on my feet.

“Do you have a secret personality? ”

“I don't like being dragged around. ”

“You're already here because you're attracted to me. ”

“Then shall we go back? ”

“…… slurp. Not a word. ”

A smile is leading the way. There are a lot of people because of the warm weather. Saturday there. In addition to the people who come to see the play, there will be quite a lot of people who go to the restaurant.

It was when the two of them were about to walk towards the dense theater.

“You're here for the play, right? ”

A well-dressed man approaches. He looks like a college student. He has tickets and pamphlets in his hand.

‘Albany.’

Ticketing alba is a must when you frequent comet station. Most of them are short-term albatross. I know all about the floors. because I suffered quite a lot.

Since Albby is determined by the number of sales, if you don't sell the tickets, you won't receive any money. So the kids who do this become desperate and persistent.

“In our conversation theater……. ”

It was when the man said so. The smile extends out his left hand, grabbing the right shoulder of the man blocking in front of him, and pushes the door open as if it were open. The man is pushed aside with a shout.

“Let's not bother everyone on the same floor. Huh?”

A man cups his mouth with a smile. Frowning eyes. He looks like he's stepped on poop. Turning to a man in a crumpled outfit, he said, "Damn it.” It passes. "

“What? Fuck you? ”

“Oh, go on. Don't interfere with business. Annoyingly.”

It was a man who was looking up and down for a smile. I can see his grin opening his mouth to shout at him. But the smile did not sound. Instead, he looks at the floor and says, “Be patient.” I'm just saying.

“There are a lot of cunts. I feel bad.”

“Never mind. He's just trying to make a living. ”

“Yes, for a living. That's how I understand it. But that means...... But have you ever been to college? ”

“A few times. ”

The floor chases the man with its eyes, answering a question with a smile. A man glanced at this side for a moment and spit. Seeing the girls coming up from the station, he smiled brightly and approached.

Girls in uniform.

The man who blocked the students' way with his hands and feet began to explain.

“I asked a few questions. You little punk.”

Smile says.

The floor watched the men and girls quietly.

At first, the man who was smiling and speaking seemed to be using a slightly overwhelming tone. I can feel it from afar that the girls are helpless.

Men's open tickets. Maybe they won't let me go if I don't buy them. Eventually, girls struggle to see each other and reach out for the money ticket.

The floor scratches its eyebrows and walks toward you. Well, that's not a bad way to experience your first play. I'm not selling 19th-century theater to my kids.

But...

I didn't like what he did. You're supposed to be on sales. You're sitting in an impound lot. I just can't get over it.

“Buy a love ticket. ”

“Yes?”

Girls greet each other. The man glares at the floor.

The floor didn't care and told me about a love ticket shop near the station.

“If you're a student, you can get affordable views. It might be sold out because it's Saturday, but you should go. ”

“Oh, yes. ”

The girls slowly walked in the direction that the floor taught them. The man said, "Hey, everything you sell there sucks. Look at this.” But the girls didn't look back.

“Ana, some idiot rolled in from somewhere. ”

A man stands on the floor.

The two are the same height. Eyes and eyes meet on the same line.

“Hey, are you here to sell tickets, too? ”

“That's not it. ”

“Then what are you doing? Interfere with others' business. Are you in the other theater? No, I don't think so. Fuck you, Gopi. ”

“Let's talk nicely. Would it make you feel better to take money from your parents and force them to come to a play? You can persuade them with nice words, but you can threaten the shit out of them. ”

“Threaten? Me? He's got a pretty mouth. Hey, those little bitches don't even know how to play. So you're threatening to introduce me to a good play? Fuck you, man. Hey!”

The man pokes the shoulder of the floor. Looking into a man's eyes, a speech bubble opens above his head.

[Fuckin 'asshole.]

Well, I didn't have to.

It was the same thing I was saying out loud.

“I'm sorry I fucked up. Anyway, I apologize for meddling in your livelihood. ”

The floor bends over and listens. I wasn't going to say this until now. I was just going to teach girls how to look cheap and ignore the man.

However, the more I mixed the horses, the more uncomfortable I became. The man's behavior was wrong, but it was not something to interfere with.

I don't know why.

In the floor, I felt a slight irritation. What could it be? I don't really care.

“Ha, fuck off. I'm going to be unlucky.”

“Don't sell too forcefully. Then we'll lose each other if we don't come back. ”

“Okay, get out of here. Just like that.”

It was a man who raised his hand. The floor is not very surprised. When a man raises his hand, he thinks, "Slightly miss and report it. ’.

It's a shampoo and your mind that comes back to life at the moment.

Instead, it was a man who flinched as if the floor was telling him to hit. He taps his foot as if he really stepped on poop and falls off the floor. Then I walked to the station entrance and started selling tickets again.

“You really don't know. ”

The approaching smile said.

I admit that.

The response was not confident just now. It was neither the floors of oppression nor the floors of youth. What was the reason for such strong resistance in men?

Something seems to come to mind, and then it disappears. It's not blurring. It doesn't remind me of anything. I tried to remember, but my head only hurts.

‘What happened in the future. ’

It is a blurry memory as time passes. As many of the memories that sink into the unconscious sink become more and more unsettling.

‘But you can think of important moments. ’

“Let's go.”

“... Yes. ”

Where I went with a smile.

It was a small theater on the second floor of the building. His name is Cheongcheon Theatre.

“Chungcheon?”

“You've heard that name a lot, haven't you? ”

A smile smiles meaningfully and goes inside. I walk up two flights of stairs, and I see people lined up in front of me. You hear a sound coming from the inside.

“I'll start with the designated seats. Please wait for a moment. We sincerely apologize for the inconvenience. ”

She smiled brightly and guided me. He appears to be in his mid-20s.

“Let's wait a little longer. We don't want to be the lungs of our guests. ”

“Yes.”

It showed a lot of silence, but it was a clear smile to live with the ball. It was my turn to wait for a while like that.

“Sunbae.”

“Hello.”

“It's been a while.”

“What. I was here a week ago. ”

“I wasn't there. Who are you meeting?"

“No, I want to show her a play. ”

The woman's gaze is transferred to the floor. The floor nods.

“You look good. Who is it?”

“I'm not sure yet. ”

The beautiful answer of the smile was that the woman tilted her head.

“Seats left? If not, I'll stand behind you. ”

“There will be free seats left. ”

“Then I'll wait a little longer. Check to see if more people are coming in. ”

“Yes.”

I followed my smile into the small theater. The interior of a small theater with a subtle light on. It looks about 70 seats. People are sitting in sloped audiences.

It's impossible to watch in a relaxed manner, but he is also attractive in a small theater.

“When the play starts, don't eat as much food as you can. And I'll give you plenty of time after the play, so please don't film at all. I hope you understand that this is an extreme policy to show you the best acts. ”

Earlier, a woman who was ticketing went up on a small stage and said caution. As soon as people listened to me, I started organizing the food I had eaten.

“There's no room. ”

“You can stand up. ”

“Yes. Let's stand up. The seats are also secretly fun. ”

A smile that looks exciting.

I've felt it since I entered the university, but the atmosphere of the smile changed. I have to say, I'm excited. I feel like I've become a little younger.

Roughly done with the noisy arrangements. The lights are getting darker. At the beginning of the play, someone approaches and talks.

“There you are.”

“Huh."

The floor sees a man talking to a smile. He was a little taller and a little thinner than himself. I can't see my face well in the dark.

“Then report. ”

“Where are you going?”

“To see the director. ”

“Shit, he went to the movies and he's a star. ”

“What have you got there? What about the kid next to him?”

The man asks.

“The one you might be working with? ”

“Hmm, really? ”

The floor frowns. The eyes adapted to the darkness were the moment they wanted to know the man's face.

The man leaves a note and disappears.

“That must have been hard. I got caught by a lunatic. ”

That cheerful word made the floor smile. The smile next to her opens her mouth to say a word, but she shuts up without saying anything because the play was starting.

“Here we go.”

“Be quiet and watch. ”

“Yes.”

Soon.

Tsk.

The top light turned on with a clear bell.

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Thank you, Sun-choko.

Well, neither is the pharynx, and neither is this article.

I write what I want to write first.

It's better if you can make money with it.

Or write something else that you can make money on.

Hmph.

Nowadays, it's noisy because of peanut airlines.

What a crumbling world to be bent on authority.