Life, Once Again!

The floor on the screen was face-down on both arms. A scene of all kinds of rubbish flying from behind. The floor that was being silently hit by a pile of rubbish raises its head. A small piece of garbage digs into the frame and sweeps over the floor face and falls off. It looked like rain. The floor gazes at the rubbish falling off the table. One, two, three. The floor looks forward, slowly sweeping through the rubbish that can no longer be counted. Eyes on the camera lens. She couldn't look away from the screen.

The look on the floor was not gloomy. I didn't make an impression, and I didn't groan tightly with my mouth. I was just looking at the lens mercilessly with my expanded eyes. Garbage rains fall between the eyes and the lens. She thought that anyone watching this video would stop breathing without her even knowing it. I feel a strong appeal. The floor, which was looking intensely at the lens, lowered its head slowly, very slowly, towards the arm. The rain made of garbage is still falling.

Tap, the sora pressed the space bar to stop the image. The white noise that was flowing to the laptop speakers stopped. Wing, the pen turns to cool the laptop.

“I got it. ”

Conch said first. She understood the meaning of it all at once. If she had just taken the screen intentionally, she would have been really impressed. Actors who only see lenses, falling garbage, and close to silence. Those dry combinations are raising our fearsome empathy. If only the floor were covered, no one would have noticed the meaning of this video. The look of the floor looking at the lens bores me to death. However, the reckless flooring reactions with the flying garbage gathered together and sprinkled a gloomy atmosphere. A disparity between mediocrity. Separately, it stimulates the senses of the viewer by gathering them.

“I just asked you to throw garbage behind me. ”

“You didn't ask me to do this? ”

“It's a really light day. So I didn't want anything... ”

If there was only rubbish flying, and the floor had been lying still, the intention of the video would have been uncertain. It made sense on the screen because the floor looked at the lens. She feels as if the floor is speaking. Are you going to pretend you didn't see me, too?

“Mr. Floor! ”

Conch calls out the floor with her face out the window. The floor approaches the side.

“This was really good. ”

The conch resurfaced the image. After checking the screen, the floor nods.

“This is how the main character image is going to go before it changes, okay? ”

“I'm fine. If you have something better to do, you can do it, but if you don't, you can do it. I was going to make an impression and express something more painful, but I changed my mind when I saw his eyes on the floor. I can feel more careless. ”

“Refusal to go to school, suicidal, the main character must have given up. There's no such thing as a resistance hearing for someone who put it down. As long as you're hit like an inanimate creature, as long as you're teased. ”

Sora opens her notebook next to her laptop and takes notes. She steps away and looks at the floor and the conch. Both of them are doing their job well. Suddenly, I think like this. What am I doing here?

The floor on the screen was acting unintentionally by the director. That's how many characters you dug up. Theatre department, drama department, and the back-up to the movie. It was a tight schedule, but not sloppy. The look, the act, may have been a coincidence, but the act was not a coincidence. If I had shown you that smoke on the sitcom, would the director have said anything other than cut?

“Mr. Floor. I'd like to take this as a rehearsal. Is that possible?"

She looks at the conch and floor, looking at the script together, and comes back to her seat. My head gets tangled again. When I think about it, it was like this when I saw the first floor play in the first grade. On the stage, the floor had the power to attract people's attention. The power to keep you watching. It would be a valuable talent for actors. Talent, she clears the word from her head and shuts her mouth. I didn't deny the gift itself. There is definitely a gap between people. There is definitely someone in this world who can easily ascend to a position I cannot reach. That's the car of talent.

But it's such a sad thing to admit and make sense of all the differences in the world with just one word.

‘And talent isn't everything. ’

It is not a realm of talent that shows characters outside of the character's perception. Analyze, identify, and bring out a new side to your character. It will be a product of repetition. Try it this way, try it that way, and after so many processes, it is only complete by the diversity and depth of the character.

She looks at the floor back to her seat with the script. I saw the script on the floor a few times in an amateur theater class. I was inadvertently admired, or even groaning. Is this really necessary? I analyzed the character that was flooring enough to ask the question. No, it was a realm of creation, not analysis. The script has no birth date, height, or exact appearance. The floor characterized some of the possible facts based on the clear facts set out in the script, and again, based on those characteristics, it created another fictional fact. Under the thick facts, trivial qualities emerged, and the indentation was lacking enough space in the script. The floor has created a number of diversities that a character can embrace, then a selection of several to complete. The combination was different if the finished character was unhappy, and two to three times it was good for the coach at the time.

Everyone knows how the floor works if you've been to an amateur theater classroom. Everyone knows, but they don't follow. Some of the kids tried to emulate me, but I quickly quit. At first glance, it can be effective to select a feature and make a character, but it's too difficult to get to the efficient level. Analyzing characters is never fun. It's not fun to listen to an existing person's life quietly, but the process of putting the weight of truth on a fictional character can't be fun. The more features there are, the more conflicting errors may occur, and we cannot proceed without thinking about them as we have to assume them and increase the number.

She also tried to deeply analyze her character in the second-grade play, but she couldn't do it like the floor. As I spent hours and days growing my character's personality, I thought, "I'm a disposable character once," and I put a pen in my head. As soon as I was satisfied, I couldn't find any reason to continue.

What is the status of the script on the floor now? She wanted to see, but decided not to. As soon as I saw his script full of letters without margins, I felt frustrated. He is moving without shaking, and I am shaking without cause. The anxiety that comes from the difference caused her to tremble.

Harder, more, stronger. She squeezes her hand. Suddenly, it feels as if the floor has become far away. Acting has always been fun, but now it's too hard for me. I know that the smoke on the floor is not a talent, but when I think of that look I just saw, I get jealous. It reminds me of a phrase I saw in a book.

- What makes me most miserable is the genius who tried so hard. I am not miserable with genius, but my attitude to unconsciously condemn his efforts has made me miserable.

She sweeps her hair with her hands to reveal the passages in the book that are in her head. Suddenly I'm sorry to the floor. And I was angry at myself for not being as honest as the floor. The floor said one day. Nothing can ruin a relationship more than being too honest. But the floor always showed me as much honesty as I needed, and relieved me with an unconditional word.

She looks at the back of the floor. Before she came here, she made a commitment. I decided not to mumble my thoughts. Let's get through this on our own. We can do this.

The shooting continued. I shot the entire classroom from multiple angles. About 40 minutes later, Sora asked me to shoot the next scene. It was like the one who asked the floor if it was possible.

She takes a small sigh and wakes up. You don't have to sit down, it's not a group cut. I wanted to get some air. If you go out for a while and cool your head and come back, your heart will calm down. It was time to think that and go out the back door of the classroom. The floor holds hands.

“I need your help. ”

“Me?”

“Uh, let's take a picture of this. ”

The floor handed out the script. She hesitates and slowly opens the script. I knew it. It's a scent of writing. Characters are occupying the place with the unforgivable force of space. She reads the script, feeling a bit dizzy. It was a scene where a child named Iljin 1 beat the protagonist. You should press your head with your hands and use words that you don't feel comfortable putting in your mouth.

“This is the part Aram was supposed to do. ”

“Aram is up there right now practicing. ”

Then I don't see Aram. Well, I can't go to the shoot without my uniform. She doesn't say, "Yes, she does." I was frightened. If I act like a floor now, I'll feel a sense of self-immolation.

“Can't you have a baby? They only play the lines next to you anyway. ”

The floor stares quietly. She didn't look away. I wanted to avoid it, but I felt like I would buy a misunderstanding. I just didn't want to do it, so I wanted to tell the floor that I'm not doing it for this simple reason.

“I want you to do it. ”

“There he is. ”

It was time for her to shake her head with a clumsy smile. The floor winks at one eye.

“I know I'm handsome and burdened, but it's time to get used to it. ”

“It's not like that. ”

“Then what's the problem? ”

“I don't see the problem... ”

At that moment, the floor comes one step closer and looks you straight in the eye.

“Then do it. You can do this. ”

It was an assertive statement. It wasn't a request, it wasn't a recommendation. One-way notice. Saying you have to. And she felt her heart pounding with it. I felt a little angry at the overwhelming attitude of the floor, but I felt an infinite sense of trust and laughed. In a situation of anger or laughter, what she chose was to hold the script.

“You know that when you say you can't, right? ”

“It hurts to talk to someone who's been trampled on a famous painting like that. Take good care of her, my actor. ”

She slightly bites her lower lip and opens the script.

Okay, I'll do it. She was determined to have a scary day with tears in her eyes.

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I saw Big Shot.

That's what it would look like if we built our country's money bomb the American way.

There are more fraudsters in the world, more people get hurt.

... I need to stay alert.

But... there are some stocks that are rising nowadays, would you like to take a dip?

!!!!

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I realized after I turned 30 million won of simulated stock into 5 million won in two days.

Capitalism interest is stock, but it's shit to me.

However, I want to buy Samsung Ju.

Because you won't be embarrassed there!

Are you going to die?

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Referrals, always appreciated.

Coupon, thank you. Thanks to you, I'll buy you something delicious.

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