Life, Once Again!

* * *

I went into the house with a smile on my face. I thought I opened the door quietly, but I can see my mother coming out of the room.

“Hello?”

“Yeah. Why did you wake up? You must be tired.”

“I can't have a mother laying on her side when her kid's not coming in. Wash up and go to sleep. ”

In the text, he looks relieved when he sees his child's face. The floor quietly greeted him behind him and went to the bathroom to wash.

After finishing the shower, I came into the room and looked at the clock, and it was running toward 1 o'clock. I was going to sleep on the electric field, but then I sat at my desk with my bag.

‘The auditorium.’

I took out the script and picked up the pen. A grin overlaps on the script. She will be unacceptable. The tower that you and your friends built collapsed in vain....

The words of a smile that contained tears. I felt apology and responsibility at the same time. Man walks towards the future, but it is a memory that gives him the power to walk.

The floor would have accepted the administrative disposition of the school if the smile had not shown aggression, and would have easily given up the auditorium. You can practice every smile in class.

But she did not hide her regrets, but rather vomited. I may have asked the deputies in charge of the theater department to do it her way. Work hard. We have to go up. Come on. It's not a smiley face. It's not that she's not encouraging, but the way she moves people is more of a whip than a carrot.

To be honest, the floor was moved by the look of a smile. It's not the kind of thing that gets overwhelmed. Such an impression that you can get when you look at someone who knows it's hard but who is distributing. Technically, a smile is no longer a person of the Qingcheon Theater Department. Yet for the current theater department, she is doing more than a quota.

That's way beyond professional territory. A pro must be rewarded for his or her proven value. The money she gives at school to smile is insufficient money when considering her career. No professional spends time where he or she does not appreciate his or her values. Moreover, the school club instructor is no help to the acting career.

Smile should have seen her spending time in the theater department for very personal reasons. Even though it is clear that if he had focused his time, money and passion elsewhere, he would have done better, but a smile is pouring into this club.

It would mean that the theater department is so precious.

That's why I feel sorry for you.

The floor turns the pen and focuses on the script. The only thing I can do right now is immerse myself in the character. Give your character life and resurrect him onstage on the ground.

Maybe that's what the word "self-immolation" means.

“If you're that serious, you have to try. ”

That's the human posture that knows humility.

It was time to tear out each of the lines and draw the stage through fingerprints. The phone vibrates. I look at it with my eyes and then raise the folder with one hand. It was a text from someone.

Sleep?

The floor says, "No. I sent it.

[Mr. Smiles, you must be really disappointed. I keep remembering that I'm not paying attention.]

The text seems to have a blurry expression beyond it. He was always emotional, but I think he became more emotional because of the dawn. The floor gave me a summary of what I heard when I thought about it for a moment. He has a heavy mouth. She's not going anywhere to brag about what she heard, so you can let her know.

[Are you sure? So if you fail again, you'll be pushed by the baseball team?]

[Maybe it will be.]

[What to do.]

[Oh no. We have to do what we can.]

There were no texts after that. Daemyung is probably reading the script by forgetting to reply.

“I have to... do what I can. ”

It was like a commitment. Often people ask questions. I don't know what to do. But in most cases, people already know how.

I know more about what to do than anyone else.

Because the method is simple. Move to capture. This simple little bit of an answer can give you the answer to a messy problem.

In the end, the method is not important.

It is important to focus on how much you will do it.

Square, slide the pen over the script.

It's going to be a long night.

* * *

Is this how I use the word "whole-heartedness"?

When I see a sudden flutter, I think about it too.

“Haven't you slept? ”

“You have to get some sleep. ”

Dojin grins with a ragged script.

“Hello…… Huaam. ”

Soon after, a colony came. I rub my tired eyes into the classroom.

“What time did you sleep? ”

“… about four o'clock? ”

“You're awake. ”

“I wore an alarm clock in case I couldn't get up. I'm so sleepy. ”

It was a slow march, carrying a suitcase on its back. The three smiled, looking at each other's faces.

“What was the first period? ”

“Math.”

“If you fall asleep, it's time to die. ”

“Pass it under your eyes. ”

The floor took out gum and gave it to two friends. The floor always chewed gum when it was time to concentrate.

“Hang in there until lunch. ”

“I need to sleep until the ordinance. ”

“Me, too."

I would've slept better. I saw my two fallen friends and fell on the floor at the desk. Suddenly, I remembered my friend who was sleeping with me every day in school. I don't remember his face or his name, but I remember him dragging the bands to the reunion. On the way back, everyone said, "He always sleeps alone, but how did he succeed?” I said, but now I think I know the secret.

‘It's not just what it looks like. ’

It was a floor that closed my eyes, realizing the trivial things.

* * *

“I survived.”

“I see.”

I couldn't pinch my thighs, poking and poking with a pen until the last lesson. As soon as the teacher told him to clean up well and go, the three of them took their bags and ran to the fifth floor.

“I think about it every time, but if I get sleepy like that, do I get sleepy at 8 o'clock? ”

“You're trying to solve humanity's biggest mystery, aren't you? ”

The floor gives you a nod. The questions remain a question and practice for now. When I reached the fifth floor, I opened the closed door wide. No backers have come up yet.

“Let's grab each one and guess. ”

You may ask, "What would it be like to work hard now that the preliminary line is near?" In that case, I'd like to ask the reverse. Even if you don't do that, you lose the right to regret it.Do you really want that?

I lightly loosened up and went into reading. It's just a pass. I took the script and looked into each other's eyes and expressed my feelings. The ambassador of a person who has not yet come has been practiced in a fast-paced format, looking at the script.

“It's better to just raise your arms here, isn't it? ”

“Could it be meaningless? ”

“Take a look. ”

At the request of the dojo, the floor and the colonel always go to their seats with a smile. After hitting the Ambassador alone, Dojin raises his arm from the area mentioned earlier. I touch my head shruggedly and get down, but I think I want to change the pitch to raising and lowering my hand.

He pauses his hand towards his head, grabs it, and smiles heavily.

“Sounds good.”

“Right? I was thinking about it yesterday, and it was a little awkward to smile with my hair on. ”

After a slight modification, the reading proceeded again.

Unlike the mechanical run-in, I went ahead with the drama by asking questions like when I first received the script 'Moon Seok-dong people’.

I feel like I'm slightly out of the attitude of the situation that occurred after repeating the same thing over and over.

Obviously, the team practiced hard. But it's easy to ask, "Yes.” It is true that you cannot answer.

When there is tension in repetition, it moves through familiarity to serenity, but when there is tension, familiarity becomes negligent.

Were we immature or negligent?

His smile tells me the answer.

As we exchanged messages and practiced, the members arrived in the auditorium one by one. The interesting fact is that the faces are all dull.

Everyone has been having a sleepless night.

“How did it go yesterday? ”

“Yes. What about you? ”

“I'm in. Now that we know you're alive, let's practice. ”

Every time someone was added, I went back to chapter one. After repeating it a few times, all 12 people gathered together.

“Let's run once without making a mistake and then take care of each other. Let's do it twice before he smiles. ”

Yoon Jung looked at the deputies. A look that demands something. Yoon Jeong reached out his hand. Then the floor was overlaid and the other children reached out their right hands.

“Chungcheon.”

“Fight.”

I shouted and scattered a short, thick slogan.

Same space as yesterday, same actor, same time, but the air flowing is completely different. The bomb that smiled worked in a good way. Everyone is looking intensely. When you get caught up in this atmosphere, you get excited without even knowing it.

I had a good smile on the floor's mouth.

What to do.

The theater department wisely adopted the answer.

The answer is obvious, but it was so obvious that it didn't catch my eye.

Theatre.

It was when everyone was trying to focus and hit the ambassador.

The door to the auditorium opens. Eyes are drawn to the door.

Is that a smile?

“Oh, there's students here. ”

It was a middle-aged man with a large impression. After that, I saw a familiar face. He is short, so he is always the principal who calls his students "Dwarves." A middle-aged man with a backpack and a principal standing behind him. There is only one explanation for this scheme.

Is he the director?

Everyone was stiff, so the floor went out first.

“Hello, Director. Principal.”

“Oh, yeah, yeah. But how did you know I was the director? ”

He was a laughing director. The principal smiles gladly behind his back.

“You guys need to step outside for a second. ”

The principal raised his eyes and said. The floor smiles bitterly. I heard about it yesterday and saw what I did today. I think the director is quite coveted by this place. That's when the wedger appears from behind. The guy with the school baseball cap in his hand was a tough guy. He's the baseball director.

They were curious and came out. The floor is silent. At the same time, I gave my attention to the other person. This should be explained by a smile or a fetus teacher. I do not have the authority to tell my deputies about this.

“Aren't you the baseball director? ”

“I see.”

“What's wrong with the director and the principal? ”

“I don't know.”

The second graders were chatting. They haven't heard anything either.

I waited outside for 20 minutes, and three people came out of the auditorium. Chairman, Principal, and Director. The three went down the stairs with a very satisfied face. I told the theater department to work hard.

The floor sounded like a death sentence. He patted the shoulders of the man who had been fired and said, "It's going to be okay.” It was the same nuance as saying.

“What is it?”

It was when everyone was wondering. I can see a smile coming up the stairs. I ran into the director who was going down, but he came up with no smile. The floor above saw the chairman and the principal looking at the smile tremblingly.

A smile arrived in front of the hall on the fifth floor.

And I immediately said one word.

“Damn it.”

“…… you know you're the director and principal, right? ”

The floor grumbles.

The smile nods as if it were natural.

This woman is amazing.

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It's windy.

A lightweight is the wind that flies.

So that's good.

Because I'm heavy!

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Composition:

Life, again!

Witch

Completed:

Pharynx