Life, Once Again!

If you ask me why I dreamed of celebrities, I want to say, "What happened?"

The house was always noisy. It wasn't a house I couldn't live in. However, having a good family situation did not mean that the family was reconciled. In elementary school, Chae always headed to a friend's house. After spending some time there, I went home. My parents didn't say much. Rather, I felt thankful for the act of a mature daughter who was leaving. If you don't think you're young, you're wrong. I know you're young.

I didn't hate my parents. But I just didn't want to be quiet in the corner, avoiding the shouting. One day, Chapman showed his parents the rhythm he practiced at school. On that day, the house was quiet. I heard laughter instead. It's been a long time since the three of us met in the living room and watched TV. Just then, on TV, there was a woman who laughed and pressed a song. It was a Heinstar.

I beat to the song of the woman on TV because of my father's persuasion. His parents liked him well, and Chapman vaguely thought to himself, watching him. The house is quiet when I sing.

But peace is temporary. The Cold War was back in the house. Charming needed parental attention and love, but it was not a situation to expect. So what I chose was to be loved and cared for by others other than my parents. When I was looking forward to someone, my heart was blocked open. The more eyes I looked at, the stronger I felt. By then, Chapman had started writing that he was a singer in his future hopes. It was because I thought it was the best job to get both the love of my parents and attention of others at the same time.

By the sixth grade of elementary school, Chapman had become a Yellow Star trainee. A vague dream was turning into a realistic dream. There was little opposition from the parents, but they finally allowed the word of the person on their side who had a future. Practicing was harder and better than being home alone. There were good sisters in the joint.

After his debut, Chapman had never seen his parents fight. Relationships are restored. I don't know if it was the money or the time, but I was satisfied. Every day was a series of joys. Everywhere I went, I got noticed and became at the center of the issue. The bad guys couldn't stand it, but they were a few compared to the cheerleaders, so they were able to adapt soon. Everyone loves BLUE and filling. It seemed like an unbreakable formula.

However, there have been recent signs of change. In a bad way. Apart from losing first place and having your faction split up, there were a few other things.

But I thought it was okay. He still believed that only those who liked him were surrounded. However, that belief was broken.

I felt sorry for NGs because I was in such a bad mood from this morning. But I didn't get shaken up because the supervisors told me it was okay. I made a promise that I would be great in no time, but things didn't go well. He was conscious at that moment. The eyes of the staff. Unpleasant gaze. An aggressive eye. As soon as you recognize it, your head and body start to play separately. I felt like I had fallen naked in the forest from all over.

You have to endure it. It wasn't just one or two glances. There were those who embraced the success of others everywhere. Did he have a fling or two after the show? When I tried to prepare again and say it was okay, something had never happened before. It was the director's curse, not his own. It was a single misdemeanor.

Chapman retreated in despair and watched the demonstration. I was a little bit sorry. I was a mess to everyone. At that moment, I met the discipline and eyes. Tears were flowing through the bloodshot eyes. It looked like tears in Challenge's eyes. It was a poisonous look in the eyes of a poppy. I had never seen such a look in 19 years. The role disappeared with the words, “It's because of you.” The scene is chaotic. It was a sudden interruption.

I hear the sound of excuses in my ears. I could consciously blink my eyes as I closed my eyes. I've had a lot of hostile glances, but I've always been thorough. Aim for the point and no one rushes like a real kill. But the eyes of the cult were really scary. At the same time, I came to realize that the person who had suffered the damage was out. The staff's eyes feel warmer. I had a hunch I couldn't hold out. I realized that if I held back more time, I would collapse like that tyrant and run away.

But it was inevitable. It's a lead. It's a good lead. I feel like I'm going to regret being a little arrogant. If I say I can't do it now and I ask you to postpone it for tomorrow, the field and the agency will be overturned. That's what he knew best. The schedule is full, so it's hard to take time off. The position of being unable to make a fool of myself suddenly came to me. For a moment, I remembered their faces. When I was a trainee, I would have been deeply comforted, but now I can't. I'm sure the answer will be, "What am I going to do, with a funny laugh?"

Then who else is there? Should I call the manager's brother? But he also made sure to draw the history of the study. I liked that, but now I mourn it. Friends? You can't have friends at school. I don't have time to consider my friends and mostly celebrities in the transfer memorandum. I didn't even think about the people I met on the broadcast. People lose contact when the cameras go off. In the end, all I could think about was my parents. Suddenly, my heart bursts open. After all, it was a fight I had to fight alone.

I survived this grip. I chanted the dialogue again to forget the face of excellence. However, the more I dispersed the nerves, the more I remembered the face of the excommunicator who left the place bursting into tears. It was at its worst.

The memorized ambassador disassembled into a single piece and scattered over the sky in my head. I don't know what to say, and I don't know what to make. The actors of my age came along and said it was okay, but it even felt fake.

I knew it had to be a sham. Otherwise, I can't stand it. Don't you often smile at yourself?

The more cautious the supervisors continued to be kind. Thanks to its kindness, I was stunned by its behavior contrary to the atmosphere of the field. The calmer the director, the more ferocious the staff's eyes became.

Let's do it. That's all that's left. There are also regular students on the set. Some of them must be anti-fans. I felt like I had to take the placebo pill I had forgotten just to imagine what they were talking about on the Internet.

How did you get this job? It's love. I'm interested. I didn't want to miss it. As soon as I got away from the fans, nothing would be left. It's really becoming a shell. Furthermore, my relationship with my parents may be wrong. When that chain reaction was drawn in my head, I couldn't wake up.

Thought the shout of a cheerful director was coming, the director soon changed his face and confronted him. It gives you goosebumps. The director encourages you with a distorted face.

No one approaches. It was a loud shooting, and I felt like I was alone. I felt dizzy with the words coming into my ears. Do you think beating Pic like this will solve the problem? I really wanted to faint. I wanted to if I could just pass out and escape this situation.

I carefully raise my head and look around. No one, really, looked at himself. Jill didn't even cheer. I was treated as' something ’that does not exist. Suddenly, my vision became dim. It was more frightening than Zilta. I was indifferent. The situation that no one was looking at made me suffocate. The ambassador, his comrade, had no expression on his face. Filled with perfect blanks, I just had to look ahead. The break will be over soon. The time of the breakup was approaching silently.

“Excuse me.”

It was the sound of breaking silence. I wonder when he was in front of me. The boy who came in place of the sermon was looking at himself. Cold eyes.But it was okay. He's the only one showing any interest. Now I was in desperate need of encouragement. I thought I could catch my breath if you told me it was going to be okay.

That doesn't solve the problem, but it should clear up this feeling of being submerged in the deep sea for a little while. Let him breathe.

However, the words that came out of the child's mouth in front of me smelled like winter. I was expecting a spring breeze, but the wind blew. The contradictory heart of asking for a pat-down and not to treat it like that was suddenly split open and I felt hostile.

What the hell are you talking about? What do you know about me?

It was then that a boy dug out someone else's wound and said to me, "Give me your hand." Somehow I couldn't resist. The reason was simple, because what the boy said was true. Because it was real.

I feel a tingling pain in my hands. I was furious, so I took my hand off. The boy smiled strangely and said he couldn't think when he was sick.

What? I thought I was cheering you on in the end, but if you're not willing to do the right thing, the heat rises. For a moment, no gaze was detected around him, only the back of the boy was visible. If only I could punch that son of a bitch who tastes like shit.

Charming opened its mouth slightly. The horrible feelings of condemning the body suddenly disappeared. I still cared about my eyes, but I couldn't catch my breath. Sharp pain coming from your hands. I was focusing on it, so I was able to calm the beating heart somehow.

When I got seasick as a child, my father used to say that he would be fine by pressing on this area. It was a strange thing that was sick, but strangely intoxicating.

It was when I was conscious of the remaining pain. The director has announced a reshoot. I felt like my heart was going to fall to the ground, but strangely, I felt confident that I could do it this time. The pain coming out of my hand shoves my back. Breathing becomes natural.

In addition, when I looked at the face of the boy as if to ask him to try it, I felt like I was coming. Yeah, I told you to push it, right?

Chapman smiled the same.

Let's give it a try.

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"Good job! Good, good."

Chapman laughed at the director. The staff preparing for the evacuation is released. I digested the entire film without a single NG. I finished a job I couldn't have done all morning in just 30 minutes. Some people liked to think that work was ahead of schedule. Chapman was relieved. It's all good.

"But I pushed too hard. It was nice to feel real."

Filled with the director's words, he smiles puzzledly. I hated it and gave it strength, but I didn't push it that hard. Rather, it was a boy who was pushed away as he reacted. Don't you think it looks like you're pushing really hard when you bounce like that? Anyway, I'm glad we're done filming.

The staff withdraws and greets the actors the next time. I had a party for every shoot, but today everyone broke up early because of the schedule. Chapman sat on the chair for a while. The manager's brother said he would start the car and went out first. Seeing the classroom being organized, Chapman sighed. The terrible times seemed like lies.

"I'm sorry about earlier."

The words of the apology that came from the side turned their heads. It was that boy. He had no glasses on. Chapman looks at the boy. I expected more, but the boy nodded his head and turned away. He looked as if he had done his job.

"That's it?"

"Yes."

It was a boy who turned his head. I was looking at the watch, and I wondered if I could go if everything was okay. It was as if he had caught it. Chapman was ridiculous. I can't believe you just said that and apologized once.

"Farewell."

The boy left. Chapman was absurd, so I only watched him. It went from "cheap" to "cheap." I couldn't spit it out until the last time because I saw the footprint approaching. The boy and Seok met at the back door. He gives out his hand as if to ask for a high five with a smile, and the boy just shrugs.

"Thanks a lot."

In the greeting of the seats, he was just a boy who was stirring his hands on his shoulders. I think I've heard that name somewhere.

"Do you know him?"

Chapman asked Fossil. Fossil nods.

"I told you in the car. My friend. He's a brilliant actor."

"Oh, him."

I think I've heard it somewhere before. I can't remember. Are you mistaken?

"Did he say thank you?"

"What?"

"To the floor."

"Me? To him? Why?"

"Of course, because……."

After tilting my head once to explain something, I smiled as if I understood it.

"Let's go, sis."

"What. What."

"No, nothing. The last one, by the way, was cool. It's the key."

That was the spot where I asked to go back to the car. I thought, I can't believe it's filled with such a dull figure. No, you're probably right. That way, the apology will make sense.

"Did you do that on purpose?"

The question shrugged his shoulders. Challenge frowns. I was angry, but I definitely finished filming thanks to him. If it weren't for her, she would still be running around. If you did it, tell me you did it.

It was when I frowned because I didn't like it.

"You took care of it. Well, I probably didn't like the delay, so I helped. He's a mean son of a bitch."

Challenge looked at the talking spot with a smile. I feel indebted.It's strange. I don't like this.

"Let's go first."

Chapman stood up. My manager's brother texted me that I should start with my phone.

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I'm thinking about it.

Let's go to the convenience store.

12: 30.

This is the moment when humans become the hungriest.

Dawn.

Oops.

Ramen.

Sweets.

Successful obesity...

T

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Referrals, always appreciated.

Coupon, thank you. Thanks to you, it solves midnight snacks.

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