Life, Once Again!

Immediately, the smoke of the door began. The camera looked down at the lying crowd from above, but it seemed to be expressing the view of the crowd as a gangster. The floor is close and watches the smoke of the door. The compression of the people I saw in front of my nose was not something I dared to say.

It seemed to add to nothing that we had just encouraged each other to do quite well before. I turned my gaze to the side and looked at the ground. I have a bitter smile to make sure I feel the same way.

I was clamping my mouth because of the possibility of sound being interlocked in the audio, but I wanted to sigh of sadness if I could only make sound. I think I can do better. But the cause of death is already gone. You can't ask for a reshoot because you're interposed by an executive who's not in charge.

“Well done. If I can't, I'll keep nagging you. You know, you're doing the part that I always wanted you to do, and you have to do it right. ”

Zenith patted me on the shoulder with a smile. You don't have to tell me, I know. I have prepared for this cut. I participated in this film for just two sentences. It might be unfair if you don't show the best.

At that moment, the crowd that was lying on the bench stood up and approached. A small audience with deep eyes said.

“I'll take it all. Let me see. Spray your emotions on me, enough to embarrass me into making a mistake. It's one of the things I really hate. Do you understand me, Floor? ”

“Yes, sir. ”

I was greeted sitting back on the bench, showing a bold smile. I was encouraged. I even heard you didn't have to. Then we'll just have to bump into them.

Looking at the vile, cruel, yet naive, old man, he unleashes a fierce symbol in one sentence that he still feels is okay.

I closed my eyes slightly and controlled my breathing. I exhaled very slowly to slow my heart rate. I feel like I'm sinking. Calming makes it easier to hold the cynics.

What's left is to forget. It's immersion. Become a rotten gangster. Beyond this place, let the audiences watching the film on the screen speak maliciously enough to wear their tongues. Should I spit it out slowly? No, I think it's best to go fast.

The floor revised the words that had been practiced many times. Put me down. Ultimately, you need to put your personality into your character, but for now, you need to focus on perfectly expressing it. Greedy, but not overly. The floor was identifying the line that could be done. Pushing yourself to the edge of the line. You must not overstep, and you must not look weak because you are short.

The only smoke that fits the boundary. Personality is a matter of the future.

The supervisor has sent a sign to prepare.

The floor is trimmed and stood. The spot stands next to you and the other three stand with their backs turned. I looked at the crowd lying on the bench. The old man who entered the smoke again was shaking his eyes. Vanity and emptiness. I felt compassion for the old man who stood at the end of my life, but the floor killed him. What we need now is not sympathy, but a lot of self-satisfaction standing on compassion.

The cut of the door was finished and the camera was set again. This time the camera grabbed the low angle. Conversely, it is a gangster who looks at it from the eyes of the public. This cut is the last. Once you turn around and hit the line, this film will be finished.

What the hell is he doing at that age? I can't believe you fell drunk at this hour. Garbage life. Life is not worth living. If you're gonna die anyway, you might as well give us a wallet. Wouldn't it be better to give money to a man who has a good head start? You moldy old man.

I coughed out the word inside. My mouth was twitching. Short signatures don't drop, but it doesn't matter. Poor old man. Poor old man. Nasty inspiration.

Hah, and laughter leaked from my lips. I could feel the director's gaze, but I didn't care. It was because it was clear that this emotion would shatter as soon as it dispersed the nerves elsewhere. It was time to fall in.

“…… good. Right away, Slate. Smaller. Don't interrupt. Stay, stay. Straight ahead. That look, that twisted mouth, as it were, as it were. ”

I heard the director's words in my ears. But I didn't recognize it. It only flowed into one ear. Everything caught my attention except for the one word I was waiting for.

I felt a single sentence writhing in my throat. Not yet. Don't spit it out yet. I need that horse to set me free.

And...

“Action.”

That sounds like a terrible thing to say.

The floor raises its head and looks at the camera with arrogant eyes. No, I saw the crowd staring at me with their arms crossed behind the camera, exactly. That's the place. You have to vomit your emotions out toward that place. The crowd nods slightly. It looked like the director's cue sign. Like arrows from a tightly drawn bow, the floor carries hundreds of repetitive dialogues onto the bitter stoop.

A chunk of heavy horses rushes up from the neck. Sharp words sharpened from the tip of your cunning tongue slip between your upper teeth and spit out as you sweep through your dull lips.

A spoiled brat who spends his days lazily dreaming of nothing but childish, violent, untouched dreams.

The quality of the dialogue is different from the one I have tried. The sentence came to mind unconsciously. Then, is the dialogue I just said satisfactory?

The words from my mouth return to my ears. I hit my eardrum and tasted the inside line for a moment. I don't know what satisfaction is, but the current line of dialogue was reasonable. When you rewind this scene, you will be able to face it without shame.

I closed my lips looking through the camera lens. The line is struck. There were no mistakes. At that moment, I became numb as if the brain factory had stopped working. I realized that I had to turn around, but I forgot to focus on the Ambassador. The line that I just said was the best one. It was impossible, and it would be difficult to revive this feeling after NGs. It was the moment when the thought of failure entered my mind.

“It wouldn't be fun to call the police. ”

The gem shakes its purse as it pulls its arm. It was a floor that naturally returned to my body. After taking a step, I saw the way forward. I slowly moved away from the angle of the camera as I turned around.

At the same time, the director's "cut!” I heard a sound.

“Have you seen my virtue? ”

Seok Seok smiled and said.

“…… Yes, I did. ”

The floor sighed and said. If they hadn't held out their arms, they would have been standing there foolishly. I'm just thankful to the corners of the earth for showing me things I've never noticed and practiced before.

My whole body was loosened. I sat on the floor and looked back at the floor. You can see the crowd nodding with a big smile.

“Well done. I wouldn't do that if I were you. ”

Standing next to you, the stump grabs your shoulders. The floor woke up smiling.

It was the first shoot and the end of the last shot.

* * *

The midsection turns the screen back. The angle to be grabbed by the nipples is pulling, making it shoulder short. The filmmaker smoked a long cigarette next to him.

“I think this is more useful. ”

At the director's words, he touched his chin.

I told the filmmaker to keep the angle on his knee. It's because catching the whole thing is more appropriate to the gaze of the public than closing up a rogue ship. However, the film director ignored the instructions and pulled it towards the upper half of the floor.

I would've re-filmed if I was normal. This cut is against the picture I drew in advance, so it's normal for me to lose my mind...... This new painting was so good that I couldn't throw it away.

“I'm him. Look at his eyes. He's looking over the camera angle. This is the first time, right? ”

The filmmaker nods silently. A painting. I'm not confident that I can draw a better painting. If I ask the young actor to do this act again, he will probably not be able to look the same as this video. Perfect moment. The filmmaker was impressed enough to ignore the order and pull it at will.

“I would have liked it better if it was Tilt. ”

“The director knows it's hard to reshoot anyway. This guy, you tell him to take it again, he's never gonna look like this. ”

“It's a shame you know that. Give me a sip. ”

Middle hours, the filmmaker took a deep sip of the cigarette he was biting.

“Let me see. ”

He pointed to the monitor, saying, "Yes, middle finger." The audience looked at the screen with serious eyes.

“I think we should keep going. ”

“That's what we think. By the way, he's the kid you taught me about, right? ”

“I'm not teaching you. I just met her a few times and took her away for a while. ”

“That's all I taught you. That thing, the one with the wings on its back, it's going to come out. ”

“Does that mean you're coveting? ”

“In Jo's class, you're still young. It's a little adult, but it still has a little bit of an attitude, so the role is narrow. We'll have to wait for that. To get noticed in the movie edition. ”

“I was a big girl in high school. ”

“Well, the kids are growing so well these days, that's all they are. ”

The middle muscle throws the cigarette that was biting on the floor and wipes it off with its feet. The filmmaker mutters that he was a tapestry, but ignores him lightly.

“Here! You've done a lot of good work until late. Fold it in!”

Middle muscles said loudly. It's already past 12: 00.

“Let's clean up the trash nearby and then move on! ”

The director's words resonate on the set.

Middle muscle gives you a joyful lift. Is there anything more pleasant than having a cut more than the one you want? When I get back to my place, I'm going to have to pour myself a beer.

“Director, you shouldn't drink. ”

The director comes up with a scary look in his eyes. The mid muscle reaches out its lips, rethinking its taste.

“Yes, Director. You'll see.”

* * *

I didn't do anything, but I was exhausted. The nearby elementary school was today's accommodation. It used to be a closed elementary school as an exhibition hall. The only place I could wash was the bathroom, so I couldn't shower.

"Here, take a wipe."

The floor and marble were handed over the wipes that the rooster had thrown. The floor reminded me of the army, so I smiled and wiped my neck with a wipe.

"Well done, both of you. The director's face was full of smiling flowers."

"Thank God. I wish I didn't have to."

The floor opened up a blanket and said. Outside, you hear the cries of the nameless worms.

"You must be tired. Lie down. Well done."

"You did the hard work."

"You should lie down, too."

The floor lies next to the ledge. The smell of wax rises from the wooden floor. It smells delicious. The water turns off in half, and the classroom without a single light quickly becomes dark. It was when I was looking out the window at all the stars.

"Are you asleep?"

Seo-Seok said.

"Sleep."

"Then answer me in your sleep."

"It's rude to sleep."

The floor scrapes its head and raises its body. I was tired but couldn't sleep. I felt like my body and mind were being discharged, so I could fall quickly, but it was strange.

"How was your shoot today? Were you satisfied?"

The cornerstone raised its head and asked.

"I have no regrets. It's not perfect, but this should be fine."

"Oh, what the hell. I was trying to cheer you up. I don't have a chance to console myself."

"You said you did well with your mouth, and you're comforting me."

"Then comfort me. It's frustrating."

The floor looks at the side of the seat. I'm smiling, but it looks bitter somewhere.

"Well done. I'm so glad I didn't take the part."

I grabbed the pillow behind him and swung it lightly. The floor slammed into my head shrugs.

"If you are unfair, then do well."

"Oh, shit."

The floor grabs the shoulder of the seat and pushes it down. And I lay down. Seok-seok smiles without a thread and shuts up. Soon, my breath calms down. The floor smiles lightly, looking at the spot that had just fallen. He really doesn't know.

"Thank you."

I closed my eyes on the floor.

The sound of an unnamed insect continued. Through the sound of the worm, I heard the laughter of the corners, but I only smiled as if I didn't know the floor.

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Use one side and take your hands off the keyboard, and you're still knocked out.

So there's probably no involvement.

I know you can make more money by spending two at a time, but you can't do that.

- Yes, sir.

You know that.

It's relaxing writing and relaxing writing.

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Oh, I see.

I was surprised at number one.

Wow, that's amazing.

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Referrals, always appreciated.

Coupon, thank you. I eat and live thanks to you.

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