Life, Once Again!

As a result, Aram's help was successful. Because they're together. This isn't how Aram looks at it, though.

At the end of the afternoon of the play, all the members went into action individually. While watching the events at the main hall, the floor entered the fourth floor video room. Movie sounds come from a small speaker installed next to the beam projector.

It's a war movie. I see American soldiers running along the beach with shells and bullets. The Normandy landing operation seems to be behind it.

The beam projector turned mid-white on the screen to ensure the end of its lifetime. The man who looks like the protagonist has turned gray and white from an important shot, but does not regret anyone. It was because all the students sitting in the video room were sleeping with their heads on their desks. Rumor has it it it's for sleeping chambers. Everyone's really sleeping. About six.

The floor made a cot with three chairs on the side of the window. A pale sun came under the curtain. There can't be a better environment for pollution. You clasp your arms and close your eyes. Through the window, I hear the laughter of the students. You must be thrilled to be burning youth.

Movie noises that don't bother my ears, snoring sounds that I hear, and summer sunlight that tickles my eyes when the wind blows. Smiles are made up. The festival is good, but I also like this relaxation more.

* * *

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a kissing lover. The movie was changed. What time? I checked the time with my phone. 4: 00 P.M. One hour until the end of the dominant event. It was still noisy outside. Only this video room is as quiet as if separated from the festival.

I lifted my head slightly and looked inside the video room. There was not a single student sleeping. Looks like they've all gone out. I got up from my seat with my butt up. I feel sick to my back.

“It's vacation!”

I heard someone scream. Tomorrow, there's a summer break. The dominant is even more exciting because the vacation is a day ahead. I sat in a chair yawning and staring at the movie talking alone. Sometimes we need this solitude. It's nice to be chatty, but it's also essential to organize your thoughts and calm down.

I opened the phone I had on my desk. I opened the text box and checked the text from Chongho. See you tomorrow afternoon at 4: 00. The gym in Seoul was the meeting place.

“After the vacation, after practice...... Well, I'm not that desperate. ”

Practice for two days after the audition. And Qualifications. If the qualifications and auditions go well, August will be a busy month.

I was tidying up the chairs that had been attached for a long time. A student came in with the video room door open. You silently walk in front of the beam projector, then turn off the power and start cleaning up. Just as the classroom speaker announced to gather at the gym. He wants to finish the festival.

* * *

“Where have you been? ”

“Video room.”

“Why there? ”

“I'm going to sleep.”

The floor yawned and looked at the people.

“Who confessed before him? ”

The public shunned the question with a clumsy smile. Seems Ji-yoon said it first.

“You like it?"

“…… Huh. ”

“Let's just transfer. I'm lonely. I'm lonely. ”

The painting ends with the principal standing on the gym floor. When the principal stepped aside at the ceremony tomorrow, he said, “Do I have to hear it again tomorrow?” The words quietly erupted.

“This concludes the dominance. ”

With the student council president's words, the dominant event ended. The teachers immediately controlled the students who stood up in applause. The festival is over, but there is still work to be done.

“Practice room after? ”

“Yeah, I left the texts for the kids. ”

I returned to the classroom with a chair in the gym. Everyone is limping with a tired face. It's tiring to move under the sun all day.

“Don't be late for school break tomorrow. I have to empty my desk and locker, so I'll take it from here. If you leave something behind and forget it, you won't be responsible for repairing the classroom on vacation. I've had a hard day. I'll see you tomorrow. ”

After a brief ritual, the floor stood up with a bag.

“I'm going to the container. I'll get your shoes and props. ”

“Will you come with me? ”

“All you have to do is take him. ”

“I'll be there while I'm gone. ”

“No, you go up there. ”

He was a trembling man. I was also complaining about why I was the only one taking me. The crowd takes the annoying footsteps down the stairs.

As I watched the crowd going downstairs and the doorway, I moved to the fifth floor where the first-graders had not yet arrived. It may take some time to tidy up all the substrates and equipment that were on the second floor hallway.

“What, is the festival over? ”

It was Eugene who opened the door like his own room. I sit in a chair with a look of regret on my face. He's wearing a white t-shirt and a blue pair of cufflinks.

“Did you take a vacation?”

“I did. Don't you have any more practice? Why isn't anyone here? ”

“I went to get something. If you're on vacation, why are you here? ”

“I'm just hanging out with your girlfriend. Don't worry. ”

“Really? Where have you been? ”

“Shop, go to my mom's hair shop, touch her hair, and watch a movie. Aren't you jealous? ”

“Yes, I'm jealous and crazy. ”

The phone vibrates. It's a phone call.

“Oh, why. ”

- Get something to eat while you're down here. Are the kids here?

“Not yet. Oh, I brought enough for one of my soldiers. ”

- Is Eugene here?

“Yeah. I got a bunch of stuff in my hand. ”

The floor looked at the square box Eugene had brought with him. It looks like a locker with make-up items. I hung up, saying that they knew.

“Relaxed. We've been practicing since morning. ”

“I only have a few days left. I don't care if I fall into Busan. But why did you bring that? ”

“The competition is right around the corner. I want to practice before the match. ”

“When is Seoul Qualified? ”

The floor opened the makeup box and asked.

“We are this Saturday. Aren't you one of them? ”

“Huh."

"When?"

"Saturday. Is this a foundation? ”

The floor said with a round barrel.

“Yes, I need to touch it and apply it to the contours of my face. Speaking of which, let's start with you. ”

“Now?”

“Hold still. Close your eyes.”

I couldn't stop Eugene from mining, so the floor closed its eyes quietly. You hear a rustling sound. The smell of anger passes beneath your nose.

“Don't open your eyes. I'm gonna get really sore if this gets in my eyes. ”

“Okay, be careful. ”

I closed my eyes and waited, but I barely started. As I sighed, I felt a soft cotton ball touch my cheeks.

“Stay still. ”

“I see. I'll stay put, so make me pretty." ”

Zec's hands, which were rubbing his cheeks, disappeared and something moist touched his face. When it's a little cold, Eugene says, "Don't move."

“You know how to do it, right? ”

“I know how to do it. ”

That's a strange answer. It's starting to make me nervous. When I open my eyes and look in the mirror, I wonder if I'm Piero.

“Lips out. ”

I held out my lips as instructed. Lipstick touched my lips. I did not like the way the lipstick was applied to others. It tickles and is somewhat intimate.

"I can put my lipstick on."

"Hold on. Trust your craftsmanship."

“What color are you? ”

“Red of passion. ”

“…… Please don't play games. ”

“Don't keep talking. It's wrong. I'm going to save the contours of my nose. ”

For dramatic makeup, apply a thick coat to areas with curvature such as eyes, chin, and cheeks. When you stand under intense light, you deliberately apply excessive makeup so that the facial contour can be seen. When you wear ordinary color makeup and come up on stage to receive the light, your impression becomes blurry. Then, the makeup of the smoke is like a mask. Just as actors wear character masks, they give different personalities through makeup on their faces.

“It was a festival. What were you playing with? ”

“What are you doing? I slept. ”

It's a festival. ”

“Running around with healthy young people. ”

“If anyone's listening, I think he's seventy. ”

My fingers touched my forehead. I'm spreading something. Then I heard footsteps. First graders?

“Huh."

I wonder if there was Eugene. Ji Yun, who is expected to be a child, voiced in a small voice.

“Watch from the side. ”

Eugene said, "What a funny thing to say. I'm sure he's playing a prank on my face.

“Can I open my eyes? ”

“If you open your eyes now, it'll be warmer than the passes in your eyes. ”

Then you must be patient. Then Aram and the ark spoke. I make a curious sound together, then smile small. Is he already Piero? I want you to draw beautiful tears like this.

My hands slip slightly on my forehead and back and forth between my nostrils. The floor frowns.

“Hey, that's a little harsh. ”

“Don't say that. Just wait. I'm working hard. ”

"Sure."

It was time to yawn inside. You hear a small breath after the makeup is finished.

“Is it over?”

“Huh."

“Can I float? ”

“Go ahead.”

The floor slowly opened its eyes. Eugene was holding the mirror in front of his eyes. Since then, first-graders have been standing, and everyone is making strange faces. This face seems to be holding back the laughter. I bet you have a messed up face.

I took the mirror and looked at his face. The makeup was surprisingly normal. except for the lipstick coming off the lip line, the dark stuff under the eyes, and the cheeks being too red.

“Can you do this for my kids? That's too bad.”

“Where are you going?”

“Here and here. Not even symmetrical. ”

“So you're complaining? ”

“Well, you have to do it right. Did you learn that? ”

Eugene folded his arms, smiling slightly. That's a lot of poses.

“I heard.”

Eugene was looking back and saying, The floor turns around. She stands there smiling bitterly. A lot of cosmetics are in my left hand.

“Kind of, isn't it? ”

“ ……. ”

The floor didn't say anything and saw Eugene again. There were some strange things. Playing together, coming alone, taking an oddly long time to prepare, saying you're good. I understood that first graders were surprised.

“My helper. I'm coming with you Sunday. ”

The floor turns and looks at her.

“What are the prestige books? ”

“It's Saturday.”

“Can I come? It's the same guy from the game. ”

“I don't think we're going to run out of makeup. ”

She is as confident as she is. The floor smiles small.

“Did you call and send Daemyung? ”

I asked Eugene. He nods as if it were natural. Just then, the crowd with the food in both hands came in. He looked confused, alternating Eugene and her.

“Come on! Gather around. Put on some makeup. It's easier to see which one fits you. Oh, and this is Floor Girlfriend and I'm gonna help you cremate your performance. ”

Eugene said nicely.

* * *

"Stay calm."

"Take it easy. You keep poking me in the eye."

"Oh, you talk too much. I think I'll paint it on my face."

"I'll see you when you're done."

"Oh, I'm scared."

It was the footsteps and Eugene growling at each other.

"We're good, right?"

The floor sees her by her side. I'm smiling at them.

"It's a doghouse. Don't you have more practice? Can I come like this?"

"It's over this morning. One week before the preliminary session, I'm reducing my practice a bit."

When she finishes speaking, she wrinkles her hair for no reason. I had long hair until I met him on Sunday, but today it was a little shorter. Waves. You want me to pretend I know? It's fun to see her with a fat face, but I have to tell her she's pretty today.

"Nice hair."

"Isn't it awkward?"

"Never."

"Is that so? I'm a little awkward."

"Maybe you can cut corners later. It'll suit you."

"I think it's a little weird to have a short cut."

"No, it'll go great."

I know. I've seen a lot of short-haired people meeting you. I swiped up the hair that had flowed away with a smile.

"Oh, right. I'm actually here to brag about something."

"You want to show off?"

"I passed my first Seatcom audition."

"Sitcom"? "

"Huh."

"How long have you been preparing?"

"Not long. My graduate is working for the promoter, and he asked me if I wanted to see him, but I didn't think he'd pass. I'm still in first place."

"That's great. Is that what you see on TV when you pass?"

"Yes. Being a friend doesn't make you a lot of people."

"You can't be human. Maybe you'll be starring."

"Oh, no way."

I said congratulations again. I'm sure there will be good things to do as I progress through my career. The only thing that makes her nervous is that she was only on the stage until she was 20 years old.

'Is it a continuum of forks now?'

The floor grabs her hand slightly. I don't know how life will change in the future, but I will always be there for you.

"Hey! No dating in school!"

Eugene shouted. The floor smiles and points to the person sitting in front of it. As soon as he heard that he was in love, he was flinching.

"Maybe that's what you should tell him."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Ask yourself,"

The floor glances at her with a bloody smile. She smiles as she makes a pretty face.

'Quite a festival to finish.'

The festival she's with. It couldn't be better.

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I haven't eaten anything, but I'm getting a lot of flatulence.

... Why.

Why?

Thanks to you, dinner is hungry.

Your black keyboard appears to be chocolate.

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Referrals, always appreciated.

Coupon, thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

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