Life, Once Again!

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The floor that hit the first line began to read to the fingerprints. Eyes fixed on script. I feel as relaxed as reading.

I can't stop talking. The pronunciation is good. It's a little small, but I think I'll raise it if I ask for it.

“What do you think?”

A smile looked back and said.

“What?”

One of the subordinates leading the Changcheon Theatre makes a curious face.

“Just. How does it feel? I feel like I'm seeing her. ”

“Well, I like the sound of that. Stick it in your ear. ”

“You?"

A smile to ask his nephew next to him.

“I'm calm, but there's nothing else. ”

When he saw the poster sitting next to him with a smile on his face, he said, "I agree.” I said.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

It was the same opinion of the successors.

“One drink.”

“Yes.”

The floor slightly raises its head and replies. There is a slight nuisance in my gaze.

“Can you look ahead and say the lines instead of the script? I'm not saying not to look at it at all, but as the facilitator runs it, once and for all. Like this.”

“Why are you really doing this? ”

“Just do it. I'll buy you something delicious. ”

“Can I stop eating this if I don't eat it? ”

“Let me think about it. I don't know what will happen. ”

“…… don't talk. ”

After a while, the floor raises its head. Eyes front. Eyes in the audience.

The smile silently watched the floor.

Fixing your gaze on the script, talking and throwing your gaze into the audience. It's just a difference in gaze, but the pressure that that little difference makes is substantial.

The script is made up of only paper and letters. All the information that comes into the eye is written in the script. That's why it doesn't bother me when I read the script.

However, as soon as you throw your gaze into the auditorium, a lot of information flows into your brain. Among them, there's nothing more disturbing than the eyes of a novice theater player. I think about learning from one gaze that the audience throws indifferently.

Did I say something wrong? Did I say something wrong? Did you do a bad gesture? All sorts of thoughts wrap around your head. When that negative thinking fills your head, the actor makes a mistake.

What about the flooring?

Can we finish the script safely in front of strangers and under the heat of the sun?

Soon the floor's mouth will open.

Eyes front.

Scroll down slightly.

Eye to eye.

A smile appeared in his sudden eyes. The pressure from the empty space of the stage and not being eaten by the gaze of the audience became even bolder. Pupils that go down naturally. Read the script and come back up.

Like skilled actors, gaze is spread throughout the audience. Not just looking at one place, but looking evenly as far as the head goes.

That's not an order.

The smile was intrigued. I clasp my arms and stare intently. The eyes of the floor, which were sweeping through the auditorium, once again meet with themselves.

This time, the floor is fixed. As if talking to one customer who was sitting on this table again and again, I turned the entire floor and body towards the smile and read the script.

You are talented.

A smile grins his fingers and gathers the acolytes' ears.

“You think a kid who hasn't learned anything yet can talk like that on the stage where the audience is sitting? ”

“Is this her first time? ”

“I told you.”

“Oh, that makes a difference. I'll cancel saying there's nothing special about it. I thought she had a pretty good acting class. That's why I said it was normal. ”

“Me, too."

“Me, too."

I am a pro when I get paid to act. Those professionals will naturally look like ordinary high school students preparing to act. gesture, gaze, vocal, emotional expression. None of it will look great.

But what if that was the first time a kid who had nothing to do with the play got up there and read the script?

I would be able to compliment you.

The followers also look at the floor with similar eyes.

“So, is this the main event for the youth play? ”

“No.”

“Really?"

“Staff.”

“Stab-only? ”

“I told you.”

“Then why are you leading? You look like you don't want to do it. ”

“That's the problem. But I don't really feel like it. I can tell by watching from the side. ”

The smile looked at the floor reading more than half of the script. He's hard to understand. But I can tell you one thing.

That guy, if someone turns him around, he'll move on with all his heart.

“I'm greedy. And then you came along. It's my specialty to seduce kids who say no. ”

“Yes, you are. Thanks to you, there have been two kids who have turned into college ghosts. I also settled here because I played on your tongue. ”

“So you regret it? ”

In that question.

He shakes his head slowly to the left and to the right.

“I'd rather have a ghost here. It's more than living with your soul dead out there. ”

“Yes, that's why I brought you here. Guys like you have to act. Or I'll be an extra. ”

“Even if you say it. ”

“If you seduce him, you can toast. ”

“Enough. I'd rather leave here than smile." Phew, do you think you'll notice if you put someone like you in charge? Don't you think? ”

The followers nod violently. He smiled bitterly, threatening, and shot his followers.

“Those guys who used to be speechless are now trying to get even. ”

“Proof of growth, isn't it? ”

It was the patrons who opened their chests confidently.

And I liked that smile. The successor does not need to remain the successor. You have to tap the lead with your skills and get better treatment. I don't accept smiles from those who stand in front of me because I am a heavenly leader.

- If you're good, you'll get what you deserve. That way, you can feel alert and improve. So you have to study more and push me out of the Blue Pole. That's the best you can do for him.

It reminds me of what I said before.

I don't have a place here anymore. People come to see members of the current Chongcheon Gang.

“Sir, there's a rumor going around that it's an egg fight. No. Have you already played? ”

“You're really going to die. ”

“You can't even joke. ”

Haha, the smiling acolytes.

I'll cancel what I just said.

I need to get some advance treatment from these guys.

Then the reading of the floor ended. Without one distraction, without one twist, the breath is as calm as before. I have time to drop the script and sweep through the auditorium once.

The smile became more and more curious.

What kind of acting will I get if I teach them properly?

* * *

After reading the script, the smile walked to the car without a word. The floor finally followed, thinking that it was going back to school.

“Work hard. ”

Actors from the Cheongcheon Theatre behind say one thing. The floor bows.

Standing onstage reading the script. Not a bad experience. The sensation of the eyes that come into contact with the body, one by one. I was a little excited. I thought it was fun. I couldn't help but notice a smile that made me happy.

A smile grabbed the handle while getting in the car said.

“I want you to do a play. ”

It's all cut back and forth.

It's a heavy rectangle.

The floor is embarrassed.It's the scariest way to talk about it. All or nothing. I don't care about the dog. At that moment, the word 'answer you’ comes to mind.

The answer is set, so you answer it. It's not in use now, but it's a catchphrase that will be written later, and it was a very good statement of the situation.

“Why are you suddenly saying that? ”

“What a surprise. You've been saying that from the rooftop. You're consistent. It keeps coming out when you can switch from theater to other riches. I enjoyed making the stage. You loved watching them around. ”

“That's right. ”

“Then why aren't you participating? We just need to take one more step. Isn't that right?”

“That one step is quite different. ”

“What?”

“Time, and effort. ”

“ ……. ”

The floor thought for a moment. She didn't mean it, but she got in the way of the play, and she made it her dream, and she ended up succeeding. The car gives us a rough idea of how much she's earning. A person who can spend his time generously rolling around in these foreign cars and creating a club. Evidence of considerable wealth.

Somehow, he may be smiling at the ideal life that the floor dreams of.

I look at my dreams, I realize my dreams, and I eat them.

Why don't you listen to her story?

In the past, 15 wives are younger than themselves, but the depth of life is not determined by age.

“Teacher.”

“Why?”

“Have you ever regretted becoming a theater? ”

“Regret?”

“Yes.”

A smile stops the car off the road for a while. Eyes staring out the window while tapping the handle with your fingers. It seemed to look quite far away. Maybe I'm reminiscing about some point in the past.

“A lot of time. So much. I wanted to go to the theater department, but I gave up on my family. I didn't have the money to go to a specialty school, so I gave up. Eventually, I went to college to die or mess around. Actually, I was on my own. I went out to the main stage of the youth theater and stood in the small theater of the art convention. Honestly, I thought this would help the theater find out without any college or professional education. ”

I swung my yellow hair back with a smile. She folds her arms to see if she recalls the chilly atmosphere of that day.

“That's how I got to the troupe. At first, I knocked on the door of a famous theater group. But I was immediately kicked out. No, he didn't. Of course. You have a public bond period. It's a place where every time you put on a play, you're told you're going to get the part, so you can't accept something like me. Eventually, I went to a small troupe. I thought you'd take it. Anyway, if you want to clean up, do laundry, do all the groceries, come by. So I asked him if he could do the play. So you know what he said? ”

“What did he say? ”

“They're a lot better than you, and they want us to explain why we should use you. I was stuck. That's when I realized. This place is crawling with kids like me. ”

Smile bitterly.

“Have you ever heard of the ghost of college? I bet you've heard of it. ”

The floor nods. I'm well aware of that.

Those who do not give up the smoke do not leave the university route and preach around it. As I get older, I feel anxious about living, but I stay on the university road. With a smile on your face, it's impossible to leave because you're crazy for smoke.

Achievements, or performers who audition countless times just dreaming of playing.

All of those people are called the spirits of university.

“It seems so absent. Ghosts.But every one of those ghosts is a handful. There are many small theaters on the university road. There's a lot of drama. There are countless acts of childhood and national welfare combined. But there's more to the play than that. There's a fierce fight going on. More than 100 theaters audition for the role of a top performer. A freshly graduated Kopiri girl with no rats on the floor came to see me to write one for her, and she must have laughed. ”

An independent woman. At the same time, the past of a woman who looked glamorous was not that glamorous.

High school acting eventually, high school acting.

In a world where money goes back and forth, it's worth a snort.

“So what? I can't go to school. I can't give up college. What did you do?”

I wondered.

What she chose in such a desperate situation.

“Me?”

“Yes.”

“I had a dream of becoming an actress back then. Like a baby squeezing a bottle so tight, I couldn't live with myself if I let go. But the truth is out of the question. My father's gone, my mother's sick, and the debtor's persistent. So...... I let go of my dream. ”

“Let go of the dream? ”

What are you talking about?

The woman in front of me is a successful theater instructor.

And you let go of the dream?

“Then let it go. Then I confronted the real dog. I let go of the dream, but I kept staring at it. You know, growling and screaming that you're gonna get him back. And he's been in the factory for a year. I'm assembling a small piece that fits in my hand. And it was a solo operation, so I did everything I could. That year, I kept filming monoramas all by myself while earning money. ”

A smile looks up at the floor.

“To recapture the damn dream. ”

And then...

I'm smiling.

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Thank you, Sun-choko.

Have a nice day, too.

Screaming in open spaces is what people want to see.

So is the comment box.

magicheat.

And by the way, it turns out that you're a raging, neurotic person, and he's very sensitive. He's complaining about his novel, and you can't just praise the author in the comments. And you know, one-on-one chat -- I don't think it's understandable to say that certain people are half-truthful in the comments they communicate with each other. I think, frankly, that's a place where you can just write your own sentiments that you read.

Respect is required because the unspecified majority interacts with each other.

I never asked for praise, I never asked for praise.

Just read it to someone who will read it to you.

But I can't stand the nagging. I'm not an arms dealer. I never asked you to buy it. So why should I tolerate his disrespect?

I don't want to be a "A" or "B".

I want to share the same story and have fun with the reader.

And in order to do that, we need to have some basic courtesy.

If I'd handled my writing that way, I'd probably have blacked out a lot of people. But I didn't. Everything you say at eye level like me is appreciated and used as a form.

But I can't stand that. There's no reason to be patient.