Life, Once Again!

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“Here's the thing. Learning doesn't cry. It just makes me cry. I don't feel sad, but acting makes people sad. What do you think, Mr. Seong-jae? Do you think that kind of acting is possible? ”

The question of smiling answered, "It's impossible."

“Why is that impossible? ”

“It's the realm of empathy. ”

“Empathy.”

“If you describe the performance as a slouch, there's definitely a difference between a truly delightful performance and one that's exhausting but has to be digested. Differences in the reaction of the audience. ”

“Does the audience respond better when you're really happy? ”

“I think so. When we get excited and we jump, the audience starts to jump together. We run together at the peak, like we promised, even though we didn't ask you to run at this time in advance. I think it's the power of empathy. I think there's a similar side to smoke. I don't think actors are sad, and I don't think there are many audiences who would really be sad about it. ”

“Okay, then it's impossible. One vote for Hardy. ”

The floor sees a smile on the left index finger. She asked the same question to the ore sitting next to the Saint.

“I don't think I can. You've often mentioned the act of the method. Being a character is about sharing your feelings, right? The sadness of the character becomes my sadness. Khh, I think that's kind of cool, don't you? ”

The ore smiles with delight. He shakes his head.

“Is that why you can't? ”

“Yes, you may have to, but how can you beat someone who's really crying? The depth of your emotions will be different. ”

“Okay, two votes is not enough. ”

As I was accustomed to this class, the rainforest immediately opened its mouth. I was reluctant to speak in front of four people until last week, but I felt comfortable last week. You seem to have a friendship.

“So am I. Just as the pretender hides his tail in front of the real pretender, the pretender seems to lack something in front of the really crying actor. It's an imitation in the first place, because it's acting like you're crying. ”

“In order to make people cry, the actor has to cry, too? ”

“Yes, that's more comfortable. ”

“So that's three votes. ”

The floor deliberately avoided the look of a smile on its face. She hates unilateral things. So when the story was told on either side, he definitely wanted the opposite opinion. This is why I didn't want to sit at the end.

“I'm the one who's crying.... ”

He shakes his head before he can even take off his haste. You were determined and quick. You felt pressure to tell me something else. I turned my head to the right to send a distress call, but the three who had already answered were saying with their tightly closed lips that there was no hobby of losing.

They can't be discouraged because they had that look on their face last week. It was the rainforest that was cornered that day, and she had to shake and answer for about 10 minutes with a cold supervisor's smile.

There is no end to a class of smiles without answers. Even if the answer is unsatisfactory, you have to give it to the end. I took off my lips for a moment.

“People know it's a fiction, but sometimes they feel empathy for it, and sometimes they think it's real. If you can't find an example from a distance, you can't help but notice that a writer has set up a fictional world, and readers are willing to join it, even though they know it's a lie. The same is true of the drama: people who move and talk in it are fiction by the author, but we get angry and we cry and we laugh at what happens to the characters in the book. If you think about it, it's already a membrane. The viewer already knows that the world ahead is a lie. Even though there is no point discussing the difference between fake crying smoke and real crying smoke.... ”

After speaking, I tried to fix it as quickly as I could, seeing the tendency to be too directed to one side, but I was told as if a smile was waiting.

“So the actor's feelings are meaningless because the actor's frame of action is already false, and the acceptor is important? ”

“It doesn't mean it's meaningless at all. Just because the viewer accepts the situation as fiction, they think it's a little less important. ”

“Then the mechanism of smoke is like a similarity machine. If only precise movements and universally promising emotional gestures were seamless, would the absence of emotions be negligible? ”

“Extremely likely, when someone with the same face speaks with the same tone, the same voice, they won't be able to tell the difference between the two. When you tell them that one person has emotions, and the other person doesn't, if there's no error in how they visualize, or hear things externally, then wouldn't the person who accepts it be the same act, the same emotions? ”

A smile bounces off my finger. The floor was frozen. A signal that changes the direction of the arrow. The smile aims a tightly pulled bow at the protagonist. I could see the smile on his cheek causing a slight convulsion.

“What do you think of this? ”

“That's right……. ”

“No, tell me if you're wrong. ”

It was a saint who was silent for a moment with a groaning. You'll be frustrated if you hand over the bomb. And the ore sitting next to him is waiting with a cheeky face. It's more unsettling to be next to a man who is beaten than a man who is beaten.

“I think the floor makes sense. But in the end, it's important that people are not machines. because there's no one in the world who can do the exact same act. ”

A smile nods. But it wasn't enough to pass on the next one.

“So where does the difference between acting and acting come from, as a viewer who already knows it's fiction? Or is there a difference? Like the floorboards said, it's a technique problem, and emotions are a nice sight, right? ”

The question came back. I thought deeply about the floor. What is the reality of emotion? What does emotion mean for actors?

The silence lasted for about 10 minutes. The floor glances to the side. All three were in reminiscence. These faces are hard to break up.

There is no sharp answer. There are a lot of overturning thoughts inside, but nothing ahead. Everyone looks right, everyone looks wrong. The floor lifts in a weighted ambiguity. The three of them sighed funny as they sighed. I don't think anyone has found the right answer.

“That's all for today, I think. ”

It was a big applause and a smile to show the end of the class.

“I'll make it easy for you after class. This dilemma will remind you as you continue your life as actors. If actors dig deep, they're emotional labor. It's tiring. Expressing your emotions is hard enough, but there are actors who can adapt to your physical condition. Everyone's trying to do a good job. ”

The smile heard his script lying on the floor.

“As you continue like that, at some point you discover yourself moving on in a way that reduces your emotional exhaustion as much as possible. Of course. It's always a trick when you work. The same goes for actors. That's when I got my break. A person who believes that my grief is the grief of those who see it and is loyal to emotions, as I have done so far. The other one is someone who formalizes to some degree and increases efficiency. I can't say which one is right or which is wrong. Because there are no answers. Differences in disposition, maybe differences in birth. ”

That's what will happen. It was a sentence in addition to a smile saying, "Goodbye."

“Ha, it's over. ”

As he swept his chest, he said. The ore also sighed heavily.

“Better to run. Squeezing your hair doesn't suit you. ”

The ore groans and rises.

“I'll go first. I'll see you tomorrow. ”

“Yes, well done. ”

It was the ore that left the classroom first with the bag.

“I should go, too. See you both tomorrow. ”

The rainforest stumbled out of the classroom.

“Shall we go? ”

“I have to go.”

I put out the classroom lights and came out. In the classroom across the way, the bass was ringing to see if you were practicing your voice.

“Do you want something to drink? ”

“If you'd buy me one.”

I went into the convenience store next to the building and picked up a drink. I put it on the register and waited for him, and I saw him holding a piece of Triangle Kimbap and ramen in his hand.

“You're gonna drink that? ”

“Eat like you drink. Aren't you hungry? ”

The floor smiled and brought ramen and kimbap. I poured water on the ramen and sat on a chair outside the convenience store.

“The famous idol is ramen on kimbap. ”

“I don't like earning money because I'm resting these days. ”

“Last concert was over, right? Idol activity.”

“Not until the end of the year. ”

“Hey, Jules is amazing. I can't believe they let us play half a year to practice the song that rolls in when we move. ”

“I'm not comfortable with the fact that I have a concert in Japan and China since the beginning of next year. ”

“Great. China in Japan. ”

“I'm going to work. ”

In a heartbeat, I smiled abundantly. You look happy.

“What do you think about fans? Do you still like it?"

“Fine. You're the one who says you like me, and you don't like me. They're the reason we eat and live. But sometimes it scares me. Because everything I'm going to do is idol material, and I'm going to be evaluated as possible. Whatever you do, that tag won't fall off. ”

“Do you want to be alone? ”

Seongjae shook his head firmly, putting kimbae in his mouth.

“No, I'm just giving it a shot. It's so popular that everything works so well. Why are you giving up on this? ”

“Isn't Idol supposed to be pure? Like the fairies.”

“Nowadays, the trend is an honest idol. More than that, what do you think? It's an emotion wave. It's a machine wave."

“Me?”

The floor slowly chews the rice balls that are hanging in its mouth. Which way?

“Brother.”

“Huh?"

“Do you feel this way when you're acting? I feel like I'm on the front and I'm watching the back. ”

“I don't know. I'm the type who can't see back and forth when I concentrate. Do you?”

“Yes, well. I think the distinction is clearer these days. I'm the one who watches me get angry. ”

“Haha, do you give each other feedback? ”

“Sometimes.”

He raises one eye to the sky. He thinks it's a joke. I smiled at the floor as well. It wasn't a serious conversation.

“If you're telling the truth, then you're emotional and mechanical. ”

“That's right.”

He stood up with a giggle.

“Let's go. I'll take you to the water source. ”

“It's okay. It won't take long to get to the subway. ”

“Just get in. I'm going for a drive. ”

“Driving a man? ”

When the floor frowns and looks at you with a fat face, you shrug your shoulders as if you were a prodigy.

“Brother.”

“Why?”

“Have you ever been with a girl celebrity? ”

“What if he says? ”

I said, "Okay, let's move on. It was just a courtesy question. You have to ask me this to prove that I'm a star. ”

“By the way, the word. Go to some kind of a speech contest. He looks good.”

“I'm going out there anyway. ”

The floor rises, lifting up its courage.

"Oh, brother."

"Huh?"

"Can't I just take a picture on the way?"

"Why?"

"I'll use it for negotiation. My brother's been climbing up there lately."

"Oh, that brother. It's a picture. Take whatever you want. That's all I can do."

"Thank you. You will be blessed."

The floor smiled, thinking, "Where did this come from?"

"Hey, you look like a fraud for smiling like that."

It was a person who walked to the car and spoke. The floor shrugs and follows.

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I saw a kitty in front of my house.

He was hiding alone in the dark, and he didn't run away from his cat or his pet.

I reached out my hand, and I approached with caution. But he wouldn't let me touch it. The thief...

I see a lot of cats. Some of them look like they were raised by humans. It was abandoned on the move. Or did he run away? If I look at it, I feel like I took the playground for no reason.

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Finished by: Pharynx