Life, Once Again!

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Friends who always squeeze their arms together and smile brightly wave their hands to their chest today as if they were sorry. She was relieved of her friends' consideration. It's a blessing to have someone who cares about me around.

“See you tomorrow. ”

She greets her friends and gets on the bus. I don't know how long it's been since I've been home since I finished class. Even on a day without practice, I stopped by the theater department and chatted with my comrades and seniors, but today I go home quietly.

I leaned against the bus column before the bus left. Suddenly I think of him. I would have held his hand tightly without saying a word if I was next to him.

‘When did they get so deep? ’

From a strange child asking for a name suddenly, to a weirder one who suddenly confessed, and now just thinking about it has made me feel better. When I spoke to her last night, she cried a little. The words on the floor, "Don't cry," comforted me, and I started to tear by myself.

My nose is frowning again. When Dad's birthday comes, there are so many tears that I can't help but cry. It's weird. It's really good. However, the eyes, unlike the heart, unleashed evidence of sadness.

‘Yikes.'

I forcibly smiled as if I was going to cry if I stayed silent. She took out her phone and called her mom.

“Mom, I'm coming home. I'm thinking about getting a spicy chicken. ”

- Mom got it for me.

“Really?"

- Get strawberry milk.

“Got it.”

Just because it's the anniversary doesn't mean you have to do something great. I'm just buying my dad's favorite seasoned chicken and strawberry milk and having dinner at home. Dad's anniversary, but I rarely talk about him. It is an implicit rule that I have set up with my mother. If I take out my memories and start talking... it becomes a sea of tears.

‘Because I'm crying too. ’

I'm usually the mother who breaks. Sometimes it's scary to talk to editors. However, when she put him in her mouth, she became so excited that she could hardly stand by and watch him. I feel like my mom's soul is going somewhere. So I didn't want to talk about my dad. It's my dad's due date.

She got off the bus and bought strawberry milk at the convenience store next to the bus stop. I put a bag of milk on my wrist and put my hand in my pocket. When she hears the bag squeaking, she snorts loudly.

Mm-mmm…… Hmmm, she's known this nostril since childhood. The source is you. When he focused on something, he would always sing this nostril. I don't know if it's a flutter or a song, but I've heard it a lot somewhere. A father's habit has now become a daughter's habit.

She gets on the elevator, whistling a nostril, and then she stops snoring. This song brings back memories of my father. Thumbs up in front of Mom. She often looked out the window and saw her mom singing this nostril. Every time, my mom was crying.

“It's out!”

I opened the door and shouted. My mom, who was sitting in the living room wrestling with her laptop, smiles and looks at this side.

“Strawberry milk?”

“I bought it.”

“Then let's have dinner. ”

Today is Dad's birthday.

Seasoned chicken and strawberry milk day.

And...

It is also a day to endure tears with all your might.

* * *

“So what do you want to do? You want me to tell the teacher everything? Do you think our class understands this? It's a good thing you want to discipline me. And you're telling me all this? You don't even think about the captain? ”

“Hey, what's the captain doing there? You're funnier than that. Why are you taking her? ”

“Take it? Hey, when did you become so immature? ”

“The dew. Is that what you're saying? ”

“I should have known when I hung out with them. You've always been so selfish. ”

“Me? I'm selfish? He's the one who's selfish! ”

It was a floor that was shouting individually. Eugene flinches inside. After a brief glance, Slimira returns from the character to Eugene. If you're sad, you won't get that look. Rather, they get hit hard. However, the moment the flow broke and I returned to Eugene for a moment, my body was stiffened by the look on the floor. Obvious mistakes. The moment I wanted to, I couldn't help but say, "That's it.” I said.

“It's not a run, so I'm hanging up. Gather around.”

Eugene smiled bitterly. I recognize it wonderfully. It's really hard to deceive the eyes of Ganghwan. I feel naked because I never miss a moment when my emotions break. Embarrassing and a little pathetic.

“Bad boy, it's because there is no 3. What's wrong with bad boys? ”

“I don't think there's anything I can do now that there's an ambassador space. ”

“That's why I'm being nice. ”

“Aigoo, are you like a woman and a man? And your voice is too loud. ”

Laughter comes from everywhere. Eugene smiled slightly. The teachings of Ganghwan always lead to a pleasant atmosphere. Apart from the sharpness that grips the Mac, the practice itself is soft.

“Glkin text? But you have exactly 29 days left. Let's focus a little more. ”

“Yes.”

“And one more thing. ”

Kanghwan snaps his fingers. The floor standing behind you moves forward.

“Pull yourself together. You're going to fight.”

“It's a fighting scene. ”

“I like giving back. But you have to pay attention to your basic feelings. You two are upset about the captain, but we went to the store together just before the scene. There must be a reason for emotional outbursts. Especially if he's had a decent relationship with the kids. Of course, at the end of the play, the personality is twisted, but it's transitional. If you put it all out like that now, we'll have to do it harder in the second half, but this play isn't that cynical. ”

“I understand.”

“I'm saying this because I feel like I'm cutting down a lot because of the advice I used to give you to suppress and then blowing up again these days. It's okay to let your emotions get the better of you, but if you're going to get swept away by the atmosphere, that's the part to rule. ”

“Hard.”

“Anyone can whine and bawl and bawl. No one can laugh and cry and laugh. If you can sprinkle sadness with your expressionless face, it's the god of smoke. Let's keep it calm. Flush after trimming. Okay?”

“Yes.”

You nod as if you understood. Eugene envied the advice. The point of the river is divided into two categories. As I told the prodigal son, he only picks up the flow lightly and tells me in detail by focusing on the floor like a floor. Overall, it was the habit of the speaker to stutter when he was unsatisfied. On the contrary, when mentioned in detail, it means that it is generally satisfactory in addition to that part.

“And why. ”

“Yes.”

“Don't push it. You know what that means, right? ”

“…… Yes. ”

“Of course it was all good. But I was definitely pushed by the floor for just that part. If he can't control his emotions, if he can't accept them, then that's the problem. It's a good thing each other's emotions get tangled up and cause synergy, but if you just get pushed out of a fight like that, the character itself dies. I can't get excited because the kid who pretended to eat them all before was pushed by the floor once in that scene. ”

“That was...... my mistake. ”

“If you know, I have nothing more to say. You understand because you're smart. And the captain!”

“Yes!! ”

“You, come here. ”

It was a joke, frowning and rolling feet. The director smiles beautifully and leaves.

“Aren't you greedy? You need to bring up the boil in that stomach. You see those kids on both sides? One drink, Yu Jin. If you don't get it right, the lead captain can fall to Jo Yeon Class. You know how important your character is? You add to the tension of the drama. But push? No. No way! Rather, you're gonna have to put pressure on those two. That's what comes with it. With the feeling that you're the only one standing out on stage. ”

“Yes!”

“And…. ”

Eugene paid attention to the conversation between the two and focused on the inner sound. The look on the floor just now was not unusual. I froze because my posture was really going to rush. Real same acting. It's easy to say, and hard to make it happen. If it were easy, everyone would dream of acting.

Acting is a lie after all. It's about expressing his personality, expressing the world he lives in, not me. However, I cannot be moved by lies. It's only when lies are clothed in the clothes of truth that they become appealing. Then how do I borrow the truth?

The answer is emotion.

Only a few animals should be allowed to use emotions as a tool to truly transform lies. And the floor just made a really, really great lie.

"Okay, let's do this. ’

We're on our way. We have to go this way to deal with the emotions of the floors that are pushed like a rabble. “Don't overdo it.” Before the spell of the steel fell, Eugene tried to hit the floor with all his might.

* * *

‘In the middle.’

It's been a long time since I've felt that my gaze can be irritating. The floor waves to Eugene, looking through him. It was meant to be a little nutty, but it must not have been passed on well to Eugene. The fine forehead frowns as much as it can. I feel guilty for no reason.

“The floor.”

“Huh."

The director calls me. His name was Kang Baek Joon. He had untethered glasses and frizz-haired hair. He was like an amateur actress in the classroom. There were only 12 people in the classroom, but he also had someone he spoke to frequently and only talked to during practice, and Baek Joon was someone who could fit in anywhere.

"Can I say it out loud?"

"I don't think that's what the instructor wants."

"I know that. It's hard to express a paranoid captain. I mean, don't you think it's a little psychotic when you make a sound?"

"I think so."

"That's why I'm a bad boy. And then you come in and you say something like you knew it."

"Huh."

"Will you push me there? The line is not perfect yet, so the situation makes you look good as an actor. What do you think?"

"Got it."

This situation has not been caught yet. It is because of the instructional method of leaving the rest entirely to the actors except the big trunk. It is also the homework of actor classroom students to draw an optimal line that is not wasteful, squeezed by each other.

"Eugene!"

Baek Joon called Eugene. The teacher was also the lead, but he did not frequently stick together because he rarely plays the dialogue between the three groups. Flooring, Eugene, and Baek Joon gathered together.

"Why did you call me?"

"Let's plot this scene."

Baek Joon grabs Eugene's shoulder and sets her on one side of the stage like a mannequin. Eugene folds his arms, puffing out his lips.

"You want me to stand here?"

"Maybe I need to see the map. I need a favor."

"Phew. Hurry up."

"Okay."

The floor smiled at Baek Joon. A friend who knows how to deal with people well. Not to offend, either.

"Let's move quickly from here. What do you think? You gonna be okay?"

The floor nods and stands next to Eugene. I struck the ambassador without carrying any emotion. Now that we have priorities on the alignment side, I passed Eugene and stood in front of Baek Joon.

"Why are you looking at me like that? It's very funny now, isn't it? You'll never know. How miserable I am."

It was Baek Joon speaking with tears. The floor that was playing the dialogue without dryness was so passionate that I felt embarrassed. It seems that the intelligence received from Kanghwan was clearly his motivation.

"Should I push here?"

"Huh."

"To what degree?"

"Let's go a little harder. It shrugs my shoulders."

The floor immediately put its hand on Baek Joon's shoulder and pushed him hard. Then Baek Joon said, "Hey!" You sound embarrassed, rolling back.

"…… let's take it easy."

Baek Joon stood up and said.

The floor looks down at its hand.

'Clearly, I'm feeling better.'

"Your forearms cost a fortune. I was shocked. I thought it was going to come off."

It was Baek Joon laughing. The floor was completely controlled and pushed back. This time, it was the century that Baek Joon wanted, and immediately Baek Joon retreated. Baek Joon lifts his thumb up after stepping off the stage for a moment.

"This should do it."

"You can check with the instructor."

"Okay, I'll talk to him. Thank you, Eugene!"

It was Baek Joon who approached Kanghwan as he leaped.

The floor smiles as if it could see the iron in reality.

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Life, again!

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