Life, Once Again!

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“What about the people of Dal-suk-dong? ”

Instead of eating Sundae rice, the advertisement on television just now is so random for the question asked by the person who laughed. But the floor answered the question as if it were natural.

“Nowadays, it's a bit of a reunion, a run-through, and a fixer-upper for stage details. ”

“How much does a smile involve? ”

“Not so much these days. I feel like I'm calling him personally. ”

“If you have four months to prepare for the youth play, that's huge. At that point, even a novice would know what he's doing, so there's no need to interfere. All that's left is how serious a student is at creating his character. ”

It was a clear stream that emptied the remaining soup with a thud.

“You said you were pushed back to January, right? ”

“Yes, there's a slight stretch in it. ”

“You might have a little too much of a smile on your face in December. Suddenly there's another month, so it's worth it. But don't let your guard down. It's the play that whitens your head the moment you do it. ”

Kanghwan pokes his head with his fingers.

“But what happened to Myeong-dong...? ”

The floor asked, placing the spoon. Sunday morning. Normally, I would have been helping the puppet show along the way, but today I came to Myeong-dong along the river.

“Why did you come to Myeong-dong? ”

“I have no way of knowing. ”

I woke up smiling. After making the calculations, he sticks a toothpick in his mouth, sticks his hand in his pocket, and walks out in front of the Tullette.

“Where are you going? ”

“Follow me.”

Rarely told me where Kanghwan was headed. I've never been kind enough to explain what else I'm going to do. I told her to get in the car even when I took her to the training ground.

The floor that was walking along the Myeongdong Road along Ganghwan was able to see the distant buildings and intuit that today's destination is there.

An old building in the middle of the woods. A building with many stories in it, with many years in it.

Myeong-dong National Theatre.

“National Theatre?”

“No, it's an art theater now. He said he restored it last month. And today, the first act of historic restoration begins. ”

Kanghwan, who threw his toothpick in the nearby trash, began repairing his trawler for some reason.

“Watching over there makes me feel godly. I feel like I'm going to see my father-in-law there. ”

“Have you met your father-in-law? ”

“A father-in-law who doesn't have a girlfriend. That's what I'm saying, Mal. ”

December 2003, the acquisition by the Ministry of Culture and Tourism of a building tied to Korean Investment Finance in 1998. He explained that many efforts were made by cultural art organizations, the Myeongdong Bronze Family, and prominent artists until Moon miners moved.

“Five years after the construction. You've made the interior construction really smooth with the expansion. ”

“It hasn't changed that much, has it? ”

“The base is intact. I heard that concrete and rebuilding were the main tasks. ”

In the lobby on the first floor, there were a lot of people looking inside the theater. You can see people waiting excitedly with theater-related pamphlets on the outside of the building.

“Let's go down.”

“Going down?”

I went down from the lobby to the elevator basement. Costumes come into view in the middle of the corridor that bends to "b." And out of nowhere came a heavy piano sound.

“Here I am. ”

It was the practice room of the Myeongdong Art Theatre. Given the area of the building, it was a little small to call it a practice room. A wooden floor and a full-length mirror on the front make it feel like a practice room, but the table in the middle makes it hard to move and practice.

At the table where there were dozens of people, there was a face that even knew the floor well.

“You came empty-handed? ”

It was Lee Jun-min who looked relaxed and pressed on the bread hat deeply. There were two men with lots of pockets next to Joon-min.

“Empty hands, sir. Didn't you bring a gift here? ”

Kanghwan pushes the floor forward. At some point, I said hello first.

“Hello."

“It's been a long time. ”

“Yes.”

Joon-min said to raise his hand and wait for a moment. Kanghwan and the floor stood a little distance from the table and waited.

“Let's take a look at column C lighting for technical rehearsal. ”

“I will.”

“The bottom of the prop line says it's blurry, so take care of that too. ”

“We'll put it on a new one. ”

Looks like a stagecraft team. When a man in his fifties, similar to Joon-min, replied with a nod, the young man sitting right next to him was busy writing down his instructions. It looks like a shooter and a second shooter.

The floor looked at the young man's side. I looked like a freshman in college. And you're already running in the field. Maybe he started this job during or early.

“Theatre is a gradual generation replacement. To survive.”

Kanghwan whispers.

Theatre. It feels heavier than a movie. If it is a movie that can be seen lightly that day, the play will have to be seen for a specific reason on a special day.

Overall, the awareness that has spread will not be different. The population watching the film, the population watching the play, is not comparable.

Theatre is less accessible and more expensive than movies. It is not the same art, but people easily compare theater to film.

“That's why the opening of the Myeongdong Theatre is so important. Only the theater for the play is reopening. A stage device the size of a national theater. There's a stage just for theater. Now, if you transfuse young blood here and resurrect it properly, Myeong-dong will be an art mecca again. Now that the elders have led us here, the young will have to work hard. ”

It was a meaningful laugh.

He often makes silly noises and often spits out silly words, but he is also not a light-hearted man. The dreamer. The floor wanted to express him that way.

‘Dreamers are not dreamers, but dreamers who stick to reality and attract dreams. ’

In the future, he brings the greatest star of his time, Hong Geun-soo, to the Theatre of the Sunrise in the National Theatre. At that time, I remembered that tickets to the Sunset Theatre worth 30,000 won were traded for up to 400,000 won in writing. My wife also wanted to see this play so much that she could snort all day long. It reminds me of news that young people are looking for the National Theatre to see two middle-aged actors perform.

“You'll do fine. ”

“I'm relieved you said that. ”

It was a thumping sound from the forearms of the floor with a smile.

“Then ask. ”

“Come during the final inspection. ”

It was the two of them who got up from their seats after the meeting. Kanghwan greets a fifty-year-old man in a vest first. I also greeted along the floor.

“Actor Yang. It's been a long time."

“I've been wandering around. ”

“I hear you've been missing for three months. Go fuck yourself. Don't worry about anyone around you. ”

“Yes. Are you here as a stage manager this time?" ”

“Yes. I have an overview. The equipment is new, so my eyes are pinging. The acoustics, the lighting, in the two Op Corps are amazing. Come back to the stage later. The LED lights are subtle, which is good. ”

“You can stand on the stage. ”

“Is there a stage for you in Myeongdong Theatre? Even if the team is coming from Broadway due to the annual schedule now, it is a matter of boosting the drama next year. ”

“Is that it?”

“Everyone's waiting. In the training ground on the university road. ”

The two men who gave and received the heavy gaze split their hands and stood aside. The floor exchanged greetings with a young man coming over a man in his fifties.

“Oh, but what about this guy? ”

A man in his fifties, leaving the practice room, looks up at the floor and asks,

“Sprouts.”

“Sprouts? Was it your age to raise sprouts? ”

“I'm old, too. ”

“If you're old enough, I'm done. Well, say hello. Maybe I'll see you on stage later. ”

A man in his fifties grabbed the young man behind him and stood him up in front of him. A young man who gazes at the floor with his eyes closed. The floor waits for the opponent to reach out first, but when there is no response, the floor can't help but reach out first. It's a bit rude, but it can't be that bad.

“Hello, I'm Hangul. ”

Then the young man grabs the floor with both hands.

“I'm Yoon Min-tae. ”

“Hey, Min-tae. You're my big brother, and you have two hands. ”

A fifty-year-old man grabbed the back of Min-tae's neck and said, Min-tae smiles clumsily.

“See you later, actor Yang. ”

“Yes, go ahead. ”

It was two men who disappeared with a short greeting. The floor looks down at Min-tae's right hand. It was a strange feeling. I really feel like I'll see you again like a middle-aged man said.

“There's two. Don't just stand there. Come here. ”

Jun-min tapped the desk with a pen.

* * *

The sea took my clothes and opened my brother's visit.

“Not again. ”

I haven't seen him at home much lately. I come home every day for more than 11 hours and go out from morning on weekends. I live at home with her, but I haven't seen her in three months, so it's a wonder.

The sea entered the room and took out a thick book called "The Food of Life" from the book on the bookshelf. Then I opened the middle section. It is neatly laid out with ten thousand won.

“Thank you, brother. ”

- If you need money, don't ask your mom to give it to you. Instead, just write down what you wrote.

The sea joyfully laughed at his angelic brother. A year ago, he was an evil incarnate. One of those times I yelled at you for a cookie and fought with you every day over a computer!

But in the past year, my brother has changed 180 degrees. At first, the change was tender and uneasy, but now I'm used to it. Nowadays, I've been showing off my brother secretly to my friends.

The sea is a post-it with a 'sightseeing of Myeongdong with friends, except for one 10,000 won.’ I wrote. I was returning the book to the bookshelf, and my phone cried.

“Hey, Hyeji. ”

- We're all ahead of the subway. Come quickly.

“Oh! I'll be right there. ”

I heard that there are many pretty clothing shops in Myeong-dong, so I decided to visit them. It's the most popular street on TV. I was a little excited to see the sea for the first time.

Before leaving the house, the sea opened its own little wallet. I saw the money I had saved up to buy clothes, except for the ten thousand won I had just taken from the bookshelf.

"Hmm."

Let me buy you a present too.

Then it would be less money to buy clothes, but it was not a waste to think about what my brother usually does. On the way to the station, the sea bear decided to buy tea. I can't afford anything expensive.

“Myeong-dong.”

The sea ran towards the station with a big smile.

* * *

“Are you serious?"

Changhui nods at his friend, asking if it's true.

“I know. It's Gong-soon's sister, and she asked me to hang out. ”

“Hey, Changhu. What are you doing?”

“I'm going to blow my mouth again. Just be gentle with what she likes, okay? ”

“Do you think you can trip? Huh?"

“I'm not a bitch until Balang. But playing together is fun. And he spends a lot of money. ”

“That's right, my rich sister is the best. ”

Changhui raises his hands and stops his friend from talking while playing games in the PC room. I swiped the cigarette out of the ash Alba brought me and got a phone call.

“Hey, sis. Yeah, no appointments. You want me to hang out? Do you have time today? Do you have any friends? Then can I take my friends? Yeah, yeah. So you're gonna shoot him? Hiya! I knew you were the best. I'll be right there. Where can I go? ”

Changhui, who was on the phone for a long time, folded his phone.

“Hey, let's run to Myeong-dong. ”

“Why?”

“Long time, bitch. If you do well today, you'll get fucked once. ”

“Us, too?"

“Of course, my friend's child! ”

“My child!”

The three of them quickly left the PC room.

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The Myeongdong Theatre thing was a little twisted in reality.

It was reopened in 2009, but here it's 2003.

It's a novel!!!!

Enjoy your lunch!

And I recommend! Khhahaha!

See you at 12: 00, then.