Life, Once Again!

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“It's hot.”

“It's hot.”

I can sweat in the shade. The mouthpiece passes, but the autumn doesn't even show up. I felt amused by the small writing underneath the calendar and rubbed a sweat on my forehead.

“When will this end? ”

The younger brother who accompanied the audition asked with a tired voice. Having lunch, taking a picture of the crowd, and then coming to visit. Even the younger siblings who liked watching actors just stared at the set for an hour.

“Brother, do you usually wait this long? ”

The blunt nose bites. The floor nods once.

“If you're unlucky, you can do nothing for three hours and then go home. ”

“I loved it, but it's no different than the extras. ”

“It's a normal role model. But you got caught on camera pretty good. If you don't get fired while editing, you'll be on a lot of broadcasts. That's comforting. ”

“Do you recognize me because I'm wearing this on my face? ”

He sighed deeply while taking out the black cosmetics painted under his eyes.

“Better than a vague passerby walking behind a protagonist. ”

“Yes, I do. Oh, but I'm waiting too long. We're actors, too. ”

The struggling brother took his friends next to him to the bathroom. Silent shade. The floor gently shakes the debt Staff left behind. The calm wind sweeps past you. The heat is going away for a while.

"Isn't it hot?"

The floor asks the glow sitting next to it. I could wait for my mom to catch air conditioning in a nice car that she brought with her, but I didn't get away from my classmates even during the shiny break. There was no light around her. I felt like I was only watching when I was filming.

"I'm fine."

It was a glowing answer. I'm young, but I'm very excited. I think he looks cute and makes a lot of foolishness, but he's enduring the waiting time without any pressure. The floor smiles lightly and turns the direction of the debt towards the light. Shaking the volatile debt gives a shiny greeting.

"Isn't it hard?"

"It's going to be hard."

"Haha, I don't mean don't."

I stare blankly.

"Why?"

"Are you tired?"

"You're having a hard time."

"Well, cheer up."

"Yes, I will."

I tried to cheer him on, but instead I was encouraged. Examine the scene with a radiant look. I'm very curious about how my parents trained me.

“Grab both sides! Don't back down! Scream if you don't think you can make it! ”

Six strong men hung from a large kiln. Six people who lighted the kiln in accordance with the slogan said they were okay.

“I'll take a ride. ”

Even after the staff boards the kiln, the kiln remains steady. Staff who was checking out the kilns brought a man to the kiln to see if he was finally convinced.

“Step right up here. ”

Riding on a luxurious kiln is a rich old man. I will be the actor who plays Han Sang-gil, the granddaughter of Hanmyoung society.

‘Park Mu-Seong, I've seen a lot of dramas. ’

It is said to be a special appearance. Most likely requested by PD or writer It will be expressed as the bitter man who ordered us not to accept the banquet born premature.

You hear the kiln in line with the staff's signal. It leans to the right, but it quickly stabilizes. Park Mu-Seong on board laughed and said, "I'm sorry I'm heavy."

“I'll be quick! ”

Creativity shouts. The people holding the kiln slowly move forward. The moose that was sitting in the kiln quickly caught my face. I stare at the street vendors with a straight eye, leaning against the backrest. Legs outstretched from side to side and shoulders show the power of the character's identity.

As the kiln passed in front of Hanok surrounded by a stone wall, the comet said, "Stop." The voice of the middle note reaches to the shade where the floor is resting. This is definitely different from when you handed the farm to the staff a moment ago. It spreads heavily and widely. The end of sound is alive.

Cut at once. The moose from the kiln smiled and took off the Gad and Tang Gun that were wearing. A woman who looked like a stylist quickly approached and received a flawless coat and hat.

Creative PD disappears from the streets with a weapon. At the same time, Innovation PD began to control the site.

“Gather around, everyone! ”

Secondary performances and beggar dancers gathered in one place. Jinhyuk PD examines his face and body type and then pulls a few people aside.

“These people need to prepare for the street, and this needs to be a corpse. ”

The floor has been classified towards the corpse. Ten men of various stature left the chatter and moved to places with households embedded everywhere. There are quite a lot of tourists because of the shops.

“You look like you're doing a play. ”

“Where?”

The camera and the lights were spotted and the crowds grabbed hold of the staff controlling the surroundings and asked who would appear. "They're extras,” Staff said in a tired tone.

The effect of that one word was great. Suddenly, the swarm of bees scatters. Extra magic words. The floor moves with a low smile.

“You can cover this up and lay down in turn from there. ”

I lay side by side of the house, under the mattress where the light did not seep in. The cold energy rising from the floor makes a happy scream. I think I can sleep like this. The look on their faces is no different. There are people who are half-conscious, whether they have come to eat or not.

In that state, I waited a little while for the tears and the snow to arrive. This is a scene where she looks frightened as she tilts back and forth between the bodies.

As I approached, I stepped on a man's hand. It was right next to the floor. I staggered in shock, but he didn't even moan. It was the best picture to be expressed that there was still a young side to the dead body if it continued to smoke, but unfortunately, the crying did not continue to smoke.

“Cut. You all right there? ”

Jin Hyuk PD asked. The alley is narrow, so you can't get in and you're standing next to the camera.

“Yes, I'm fine. You can just do it. ”

The man who looked more than forty was lying on his back, smiling meaninglessly as if to ignore him.

The floor looked at that moment. He squeezes his palms together and narrows his glabella.

There's no way it won't hurt. A boy in his late teens stepped on his weight in a fancy body size. It wouldn't be weird if my knuckles were broken.

He covers his mouth with his fingers and slightly wets his head to see if he felt the look on the floor. It means don't say it. I had to nod my head with a bitter expression on the urgent posture.

“Are you all right?"

Uljin asked, "The man said with a cheerful voice, no problem." The end of the horse was shaking a little. I returned to the beginning, apologizing that I was sorry.

“Does it hurt?”

“Oh, it's okay. ”

“You look very sick. ”

“It's okay, it's okay. ”

“But just in case, after you're done, go to the front desk. They usually have first aid kits in place. ”

“To try not to. Student, thank you for your concern. ”

The sweat on your forehead is not just because of the heat. When Wongjin rolls over the corpse, the tilt squeezes in and tells him what he's doing. I don't know how to act because I can't open my eyes, but after hearing the strong bass of moonstone, it comes a little unclear.

“Cut. Good job. ”

It was finished in three times. I stood up and looked at the guy next to me, lifting the gigantic pole that was covering him. I was sweating cold.

“I'll return it. ”

“Thank you……. ”

The man stood up, covering his right finger on his left hand. The floor narrows its eyes, raising two groupers and approaching staff.

“I think I twisted my finger when I was lying down there. Can I get you some pasta or something? ”

“Pas? Are you hurt a lot? ”

“No, just a little bit. ”

Staff scratches his head once and turns away, waiting. The floor came into the alley and sat next to him.

“Have you been?”

“Huh? Ah, ah. But there isn't.”

He was a man with a difficult face.

“I talked to the staff and asked them to get a pass. ”

“What? Oh, don't do that. ”

“I said I was hurt. I told him it was a little bumpy, and I told him I wouldn't talk to him, so I'm not going in there. ”

“... Really? ”

“Look at those fingers. ”

The man reached out his hand. Luckily, it was only swollen slightly. I think I'll be better by the day after tomorrow if I don't spray some pasta and shock him.

The staff asked me to be careful and I took the disposable pass and gave it to the man. Teeth and sprayed medicine smelled cool. The drug-spraying man flinches his hands and flicks off the smell of the medicine. At the same time, I looked outside the alley with my head straight. An uneasy look in your eyes.

"There's nobody out there."

"Really?"

"Yes, I've seen it. So sprinkle with confidence."

"Thank you for your concern."

He smiles and says it's okay, but he is still careful to use the parchment.

The floor lets out a small sigh and hides in front of him. Don't let the staff in.

When I see him curling up on one side and taking care of the wound carefully, my heart aches. This is definitely a full-time job for me. It also means that there are many substitutes that can be done without special skills. When the sound of pain enters the leader's ear, the answer will be "rest,” and to a man who eats as a friend, it will be as bitter and cruel as a sword on his neck.

Seeing that he had to take care of himself by swallowing pain and saying he was fine, he remembered his father who had to get unwanted rest in the last year after working in a factory his whole life. It's a vague memory of what happened at the time, but the frustration and guilt of having to watch my father's shoulders as a firstborn son are sitting on one side of my heart like the sand deposited.

“Student, I'm really okay. ”

Haha, it was the man who frowned while smiling. The floor rises from its seat with a nod.

“Be careful.”

“Well, yeah. ”

The floor leaves the alley with a parch. I looked for him to return him to the staff, but I couldn't see if he went towards the prop car. You can't shoot with a fastball. The prop car isn't that far away, so I decided to bring it to you.

I'm walking down the street, and people are looking at me in wonder. You're dressed like a beggar. It's worth it. I returned the parse to the prop car and saw him on the way back. But there's a captain standing next to him. The captain waves his hand as if to a man who looks apologetic, bowing his head.

I stood in place and turned around and watched the captain standing there dazed. Then I met him in the eye. The man tried to stretch his injured finger and smiled as if he was fine. He looks heavy as if his shoulders were carrying the weight of the celestial muscle, waving his hands around.

Did he get caught, or did he say he needed to go deeper than he thought? After all, the captain's name will be remembered in his head. The person who had the accident on site is remembered in a bad way. Funny thing is, the same thing happened to the person who was in the accident.

I looked at the man who was leaving and moved on. Tasty but must do what must be done. I stopped by the bathroom before returning to the scene. I looked in the mirror, washing my hands, looking at the urine. The face that was sweaty and ripe for heat looked really bad.

As I try to leave, I hear a voice outside.

“I told you, I couldn't even make a sound like you said. I stepped on it real hard, and he smiled and said it was okay. Hey, you poor thing. I wonder if I want to live like that at that age. I'd quit if I were you. Anyway, it was fun, just like you said. ”

It was a familiar voice in my ear. It was also a very familiar description of the scene.

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There must have been a lot of snow.

I'm not sure everyone got to work.

The roads were slippery and dangerous.

The cold is no joke.

General Dong-gu has arrived in just one day.

Good luck locking the door and turning on the electric field and sleeping.

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Finished by: Pharynx