Life, Once Again!

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I'm not shaking like this. The letters written on the white script curl up like dancing. This was the first time. Eugene was more upset about not being able to control himself than the fact that he was nervous. I closed my eyes as I vomited a little. Eye pressure rose and a white light flashed before my eyes. I opened my eyes slowly. On the script, the letters were returned to their original state.

“You're surprisingly nervous. ”

Suyeon next to me said. Eugene nodded his head because he couldn't even smile. The director asked me to go at once without rest, but I was cut off midway because of him. There were many peers who could not compare their careers. Eugene was embarrassed to look at the actors sitting at the table because he was sorry and embarrassed.

“Here we go again. ”

Director, Middle East has announced a restart. Eugene wetted his lips with his tongue. Don't make any mistakes this time.

“Let's start with the break. ”

Eugene opens his mouth reflectively with a snap of his fingers. After mechanically exhaling the dialogue I practiced many times, I took a deep breath. There were no metabolic mistakes. I just couldn't get my emotions right. It was such an ambassador that I could not feel the coagulation of a beloved granddaughter growing up. I know how it sounds to other senior actors.

“Don't be late. Have a good day at school. Don't scratch your mother's insides. ”

The actor across the street, the second son of the elderly man in the movie, and to Eugene, his father, the rainbow actor, gently received the ambassador. In the script, the unblinking sequence looks directly at Eugene and says, with a very quiet smile hanging from his mouth. A smile that a father can make when he looks at his adorable daughter.

Eugene who received the smile was a little embarrassed, but on the other hand, he was relieved of his kindness. I could feel my lips loosening quickly, unwillingly. I felt confident at the same time that I could.

“Yuck, he always nags. ”

The facial muscles that were hard were also resilient again. I looked at the line, making a dull expression. The heat nods and then spits out the ambassador.

“Well done. Kids are better at acting these days. Right, sir? ”

The director said, “Of course.” I said. Eugene was able to smile comfortably because he was complimented. Releases tension. I finally felt like I was writing a script with my senior actors.

Eugene carefully looked at the actors' faces as he turned over the page. Light script reading meant that everyone was expressing heavy emotions one by one in the ambassador.

Taeho punches the table with his fist and strikes the ambassador. It was a scene of quarreling with the main character, but it was so intense that I felt like I was really fighting if I saw someone I didn't know. The amazing thing is that we are metabolizing without even looking at each other's faces while keeping our eyes fixed on the script, and those ferocious emotions are conveyed vividly.

Eugene imagined himself in front of Tae Ho. If I act with my eyes closed...... I might be afraid to look away. Taeho, who struck me with such a loud voice, was afraid as if his tongue would kill a man.

After the storm ended, the monologue of the crowd realized that I was thrown alone into the world. Taeho, who had just emitted a harsh voice like he was going to eat people, began to take the script and the reading seriously as if it were when. Eugene glanced at the actions of the other seniors. Like Taiho, everyone was focusing on the performance of the crowd. Of course, no one stares blatantly. I sometimes nodded, looking back and forth between the scripts as if I were learning over my shoulders.

Paige passes. The protagonist now drinks and wanders the streets. I feel the voices of the people who felt that they were stubborn. It was a dull voice, as if a part of the soul had fallen out. There was no such thing as a crooked pronunciation when playing drunk people. Rather, the pronunciation was more accurate than before. However, the words that chew the Hanja out are in my heart.

Eugene saw his face as red as a burst in the doorway. The expression of the horse is helpless, but the expression on the door is as desperate as the man on the edge of a cliff. The stunt contradicted the bold tone was as good as being able to get an OK sign at once even if it was captured on camera right now. Eugene couldn't even think of looking at the script and looked at the crowd. I grabbed my head and said that my three sons had changed so much because of me, and my face was dazzled as if the crowd had been devastated.

A sigh. The mourning of the old man who lost his meaning in life. Blame against yourself, anger against your children, and sympathy at the same time. The moments mixed with various emotions were expressed by self-indulgent laughter and intermittent breath, and Eugene opened his mouth slightly and looked at the scene.

Excitement? I'm a little short. Overwhelmed? This is not enough. What should we describe this situation as? Eugene gave me one answer after his troubles.

‘I've become an old man. ’

I looked at the old man who was sighing there, and I felt such pain, and I breathed out pain. The act of empathy, of understanding, of empathy, not showing. The ability to tune in and forget about me for a little while so that I can only look at him. I often heard the word "aspirational actor," but the word didn't reach my heart, and now I know why. I had not understood the concept because I had never seen such actors.

And now, Eugene clearly understood the meaning of the word.

‘This is the best and the worst opportunity. ’

Eugene turns his head and looks at the floor sitting next to the wall. The script was now running toward the Ambassador of the Floor. Two lines of dialogue. It should mix with the crowd. It's a great opportunity to be caught with you on one screen, but on the other hand, it's a chance to be humiliated like a firefly in the sun. The director wants the best painting, and what kind of acting do you have to do to satisfy a director who has the highest expectations because of the crowd?

I imagined it for a moment. Lights and reflectors, whining cameras. The president looks at himself with a lot of staff and a stunning act in front of him. Then when the camera closes up my face and all the gazes get stuck in my mouth, what is the pressure?

Just thinking about it gives me the creeps. Few people scream that a new person makes an NG. At least that didn't happen in the drama that he was in. However, if NGs are repeated, things will be different. It also happens when we fold filming.

‘Hoo. I have to take the stairs, too. ’

A two-shot with a great star. I would have thanked you if I had seen the smoke of the crowd, but with that smoke in my eyes, greed doesn't come at all like a fingernail.

I read the script while the public was acting drunk. Lie on a bench in the street. Eugene looked over the floor. It's your turn to show up.

“Hey, let's go. What are you doing? ”

The director said the line would have to be struck. He dealt with the ambassador on behalf of the absent seats. Soon after the director's next line, it was the floor's turn.

But even that line was beaten by the director.

“If you lived like an idiot, you'd be that age. ”

It was a director who played a little prank. Actors giggle. Same as before.

The floor was boldly looking at the script. Eugene's insides burned slightly. There's a party out there. Can we go on like this? But I will. It would be absurd to break this flow and say there is a singular actor because it is more important to listen to the lead of the lead actors. Not in that position.

I didn't really care if the floor knew it well. How many of you will know that there is a Purgatory here to strike this ambassador?

It was time to think that and pass on the script.

“Director.”

He stretched out his back, and said, The director gives you a script, asking you what happened.

“There's an actor here, so why don't you take a look at the line. ”

“Oh, you do? ”

The director turns around. In the corner, Eugene sees the floor raising its hands with the script.

I thought no one would know, but the lead actor noticed. Eugene glanced at the doorway with surprised eyes.

“I'm sorry. I thought most of it was missing. So let's hear it. ”

“Then let's start with the previous one. ”

As the audience turned the page forward, everyone in the conference room handed over the script. Is this how the pottery master feels looking at his back? Eugene swallowed the drought and turned his gaze to the floor.

There is a brief gap, and with a small cough the gatekeeper metabolizes. The self-absorbed laughter of the old man repeats, followed by a self-conscious director's misdemeanor.

And...

“If you had lived like a fool, you'd still be that old. ”

The taunting ambassador from the twisted mouth became unpleasant as if he had seen a cockroach as soon as he heard it. Stiff head and twisted legs. Until just now, the floor that looked like a normal student couldn't look so bad. No, the bad vocabulary didn't fit. I feel more dirty than that.

The downward gaze seemed to constantly underestimate what was on the floor. Eugene was mistaken for an old man lying on the floor with nothing. Leaving the low and inferior atmosphere of the floor, his eyes felt strange for a moment because he could not find anything in front of the floor, not chasing after the air, but just looking at the reality.

After the ambassador finished, Eugene frowned without knowing it. Hate arose. I thought that the ugly nature was protruding from the smoke. Of course, I knew it wasn't, but the emotion I got from confronting it was unspeakably frustrating.

The voice of the floor is buried in the voice of the continuing gate. It was a natural line. No one took the bait, and no one laughed. The atmosphere became cooler in the meeting room. Like someone put cold water on a winter's day.

Eugene looked at the faces of actors with his eyes. The director, the audience, and the group where Taeho sat didn't notice much change, but could sense a faint tension from the actors right nearby. Especially Su-yeon. She looked at the script with scary eyes and had a strange smile on her mouth. The moment I saw that face, Eugene had to immediately turn his gaze to the script.

The street scene was over after the doorway ended.

The director, who is supposed to hand over the script naturally, smiles slightly with his arms crossed.

“Teacher, the kids are really good at acting these days. Really.”

It was a very satisfying smile.

The moment I saw that smile, Eugene pushed it and asked. It was exactly what he said when he made a mistake. If there was a difference, the former was a word from the comfort dimension, and this time it was genuinely impressed. Your ego is engraved with scars.

‘Yes, I did. ’

I was forgetting something similar in amateur actors' classrooms. I forgot those feelings after the floor fell into an accident, but I remembered them again today.

I can do better than you.

That was the little goal I had in amateur actress class. Eugene sighs with his nose and looks at the floor. I turn the script back and forth and mutter as if nothing had happened.

The battle cry burns. The atmosphere forms a pause, but Eugene also looks inside without dropping the script. I don't want to be beaten to death by a peer.

“Uh, let's take a break. ”

The director stood up and said.

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Have you seen Maritel?

The guy who was in charge of my country.

I couldn't prepare paper cups and colored paper.

Heh heh.

If you come out next week, we'll have to have sticks and sticks on the colored paper.

"You'll do well now that you're an adult."

Words touch your breasts.

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Good night.

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