Life, Once Again!

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“How was she? ”

“The brown one? ”

“Yes, he is. ”

Time off. Creativity said while drinking coffee from the vending machine chosen by Jinhyuk.

“I don't know about anything else, but I liked the way it sounded. You don't like me yelling again. You don't sound like a dark-hearted kid because you broke your act. Take him to the set and say," Do this, "and I'll be fine. ”

“I've been trying to grab roughly anyone, but I'm feeling pretty good about that. ”

Changshang said, crumpling a cup of coffee after drinking it all.

“Have you finished drinking already? ”

“Drink it quickly, too. I have to go see the rest of the kids. ”

Jinhyuk drinks coffee after blowing it.

I went back into the studio and looked at the rest of the foreign language. No one caught my eye, but I have a rough outline. A situation in which many of the foreign actors have finished casting long ago. Nowadays, even foreigners are specialized. If you look at a lot of things that parents teach acting since the time of the Korean language education, learning in this country is another form of jacking. I guess the importance of child medicine is not even as a parent. Thanks to you, it's good to be able to easily find kids who are good at acting, but from the standpoint, I feel sorry for them.

“Tell them you've done well and bring them here alone. ”

The six who passed came back to the studio. From little girls to high school boys. It looks like a family.

“Well, congratulations on filming with us. The six people gathered here will appear in the drama as beggars. The ambassadors have a little bit, and they're going to make about four bucks, so the allowance shouldn't be too bad. Don't be too disappointed with 4 coins because I'll use them when I need them later. ”

The young actors in front nodded. They are aware to some degree of knowledge about the providence of this floor. It's comfortable because you don't have to be mature and calm.

“He's going to give you a contract, so take a look at it and fill it out. Do you have any actors with grades? ”

He said there are no six.

“Everyone under the age of 19 will be counted as Class 1. Don't worry, I'll let you know the details when I sign the contract. Well done, guys. See you on the set. ”

Changshang looks up at the brown one standing at the far left. I memorized the name when the choir's youngest was called. I said, "One."

“Hey, PD. ”

I turned around and tried to leave the studio, but a middle school student standing in the middle raised his hand.

“Why?”

“Is there a bus to the set? My parents don't have a car. ”

“Don't worry, I've got a bus to catch. I'll give you a good ride and drop you off at the scene. But you're taking care of that all by yourself? That's amazing."

I was a middle school student who was smiling to relieve me of worries. Previously, it was an actor's job to start with nothing. Recently, I can only dream about actors when I have room at home. Especially since such a phenomenon is becoming more prominent, it was hard to see a child worrying about cars like that.

“Cheer up!"

I came out of the studio after shouting at him with a fist. I asked where Jinhyuk was going after me.

“I'm going to the writer's house. ”

“Are you leaving right now? ”

“I'll be right there. Do we have time? It's almost halfway through the tree drama: shoot, edit, advertise, attract advertisements and sponsorships. ”

“Advertising and sponsorship don't raise our salary. ”

“Less sharp instead. Low viewership will make you less likely to eat chewy food if you only support the billboard well. I don't think I'll get it if I get paid to eat lunch. ”

“That's true. So why did I stick to the Four Horsemen less than a year ago? Word on the street is ADs don't last three years. ”

“Have you no idea why? ”

“Do you know? ”

Jinhyuk blinked his eyes and asked.

“I asked for it. ”

“Yes?”

“The kid's so lame, it tastes like shit down there. Let's go, Cho. ”

“Hey, Sunbae! ”

Creativity flew out of the hallway with a cool smile.

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“50,000 in the synagogue. Twenty percent on reruns. There are no pictures, so I'll only receive them in remembrance. No, you don't remember. ”

Considering that the hourly rate is less than KRW 3,000, this is definitely not a bad amount. If the synagogue is a scene that disappears after a brief glance, three hours is sufficient, assuming there is no atmosphere. 3 hours of idle talk and 1 or 2 words and 50,000 won. Of course, if the atmosphere starts to get stuck, we may have to wait 2 hours, or even 4 hours, so it is not the remaining business.

“Take good care of my child. ”

His name is Kim Gwangna. The floor nods at the lady who grabs her radiant hand and greets. Waving even the light. He's cute.

I didn't have much to say to those who accepted. I left the station with a short greeting, "See you guys later." I returned my temporary pass to the lobby and entered the coffee shop.

I ordered a cafeterate and waited for a while, but someone jumped out of the station. Behind him is a man with a small camera. The man leaps into the lobby, exhaling heavily. A gagman, if you look closely.

‘I wonder if they're shooting something. ’

Immediately, broadcast cameras, microphones and people came into the lobby in a row. The woman with the sketchbook in front of her writes hard and shows it to the man who is breathing. The man flicked his weight on the words.

The floor watched the scene while drinking coffee, then came out. I was walking to the station while looking at the sculpture in front of the station, and a white sedan passed in front of me. Amblam is not Korean.

With the window open, there is a glowing salute. The lady next to him is holding the steering wheel with gorgeous sunglasses.

“Hey.”

I drank coffee as I watched the sedan slip quietly into the road. It's the same station, but someone is looking for a bus to go to the shooting site, and someone is riding on a fancy sedan and disappearing beautifully. Despite the rumors that desperate people succeed, the flooring seems more likely to succeed than the bus. There's a famous saying. Money doesn't solve everything. However, we consult with God what money cannot solve.

I put the empty plastic cup in the trash can next to the stop and waited for the bus. Since I keep coming back and forth from Seoul, I'm starting to wonder if I can get a room in Seoul. I won't allow it at home.

It was time to narrow my eyes to see the upcoming bus number from a distance. A small car comes forward and opens the door slightly.

“One drink.”

The floor bows and looks inside. Reporter Dongwook waved his hand.

“What are you doing?"

“I'm here to audition. More than that, journalist.”

“Huh?"

“A ticket for a stop in front of the stop is 30,000 won. ”

The floor smiled and pointed forward. Dongwook shrugged his shoulders, pulling the car forward, and attaching it to the road.

“Are you on your way to work? ”

I approached the car and asked.

"No. Get in first."

Dong-wook motioned to get on inside. I opened the passenger seat door and climbed inside. The smell of cigarettes piercing my nose makes me choke.

“Aren't you burning too many cigarettes? ”

“I have something worth doing. Did you have lunch? ”

“Not yet.”

“Then eat with me. I'm tired of eating alone. ”

Dongwook drove his car to a shabby soup restaurant. The old single-story buildings on the right are densely packed and the 20-story buildings on the left are lined up on the side of the street with soup houses.

“It will also be developed here soon. ”

At this point, he pointed to the suspension veil hanging above the building. It says' No to redevelopment ’.

I followed Dongwook into the soup kitchen. A fly welcomes you. As soon as I sat down, steaming pork soup came out. The spell seems unnecessary.

“You can't eat, can you? ”

“I can't eat because I don't have it. I'll eat well.”

I ate a bowl of fake soup. A good house tastes rich even in unstuck soup.

“Good.”

“Delicious, isn't it? This is my favorite place. ”

I loosened the intestine a bit, put the diced soup in, and then rolled up some rice. Both of them continued to eat without saying a word. It was only after looking at the bottom of the soup bowl that I said, ”I ate well.”

I came out, biting the Nurunji candy that the lady threw me. It's an unfriendly place, but if you ask me if I'll come again later, I want to say I'll definitely come.

“Do you want to smoke? ”

“I want to live a long time. ”

“Yes. Don't smoke. ”

Dongwook, who smoked deeply, took a deep breath.

“Is something wrong? ”

“I've been chasing a few things, and it's been weird ever since. ”

“This must be serious. ”

“It's not that serious yet…… Ah, the junior is so good at journalism that it will change severely. ”

“If you're in trouble, you'd better take your foot off first. You can't take it off if you're late. ”

“Damn. You're right, but I'm already late. ”

It was Dongwook smiling. The floor in the car again asked me to get off the train station in front of him.

“I'm sorry. I wanted to give you a lift to the aquarium, but I was busy. ”

“I don't want to. Take a look.”

“Yes."

Dongwook waved his hand and closed the window. It's drier than the last time I saw it. You've been under a lot of stress.

“Take care, I regret it later. ”

The floor narrows toward the moving car.

* * *

“Mr. Boat, are you there? ”

Changshang pressed on the apartment bell and waited for a long time. Obviously, the guy who answered the phone won't answer the phone until he gets here.

“Did he collapse inside? ”

“Hey, don't be an asshole. He's out on an appointment somewhere. ”

“Then why aren't you answering your phone? ”

“It's not me. Just press the bell again. ”

Jinhyuk bells and calls the boat writer. The elevator stops on the first floor. Creativity looked through the elevator sign. The elevator opens on the seventh floor, where they are standing.

“Mr. Boat. ”

“Uh, Han PD. ”

“Where the hell did you go and now you're back? He's not answering his phone. ”

“Oh, I'm sorry. I'm meeting this guy for a minute. ”

Changsung could only find the man standing next to writer Bae Cheol-ho. My eyes are not unusual because of my dry body type. I thought he was spiteful, but he smiled quickly and greeted me.

“Mr. PD. I'm Ahn Pil-hyun. A writer who can't outrun this guy. ”

“Oh, yeah. Nice to meet you. I'm Hanchang Sung. RBS is doing PDs. ”

“I'm Kim Jin-hyuk. ”

During the greeting, writer Bae Cheol-ho opened the front door.

“Come on in. It's not polite to leave a guest outside. You come in.”

“I tried to get in even if I told you not to come in, man. ”

It was a handful of waving envelopes in both hands. Whenever the envelope was shaken, the smell of chicken rose. Creativity has tasted without even knowing it.

“Excuse me, then. ”

Changshang said, taking off his shoes. I've been here before, but the boat writer really likes plants. On the veranda lies a pile of obscure eggplants, with colorful cactus in front of them spreading their thorns. There are also flowers growing in small bunches around the TV. It would be unusual to manage this amount.

"Have you eaten?"

The boat writer asked.

"No, not yet."

I thought it was pointless for a moment, but I couldn't help but smell the chicken. Jinhyuk smiles with a single smile beside him.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. We have nothing but food."

Writer Ahn Pil-hyun next to the boat writer said, tearing the paper bag. He's giving me the look that he really doesn't want to give me one wing.

"Stop teasing people I've never seen before."

"Why. I think you like it."

"Phew, sorry PD. He's not very good at it."

The writer of the boat brought the chicken and beer to the tray.

"Let's eat and talk. I need to talk to you.

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11.11

It's a subtractive day made by a nasty company that produces chocolate bars.

There were a lot of students carrying boxes on each street, which is a shame.

It's a detail!

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Referrals, always appreciated.

Coupon, thank you. Thanks to you, I rent a room.

Finished by: Pharynx