Life, Once Again!

“Oh my God, my actor? Mr. Floor.I didn't hear that right? ”

The conch looked at the floor and said,

“Do you want one? ”

“No. You won't sleep at night if you hear that. I've gained some weight.”

“Love is childish and half lies. ”

“I didn't think so, but you were dating, too? ”

The conch said small, looking at her sitting in front of me. The floor gives you a ruckus.

“The atmosphere was unusual. ”

“Isn't it weird that you don't notice? There's no one in the world who looks so good together. ”

“Wow, where is the floor crew on this screen and why are you standing here? ”

She pointed to the monitor screen. The floor winks at you with one eye. She laughs a little and prepares to shoot.

“Relief. ”

“Huh."

The relief of holding the camera approaches. It is now natural for the camera to be supported with your right hand. When I first handled the equipment, I had no fear, but now I handled the camera better than anyone else in the film department.

“I'm going to do this. ”

“You said you only do group shots and tests today. ”

“Yes, this is also a screen test. I want to capture more of the protagonists playing on the floor. It's important to see the look on your face, so please stand in front of the floor. ”

“Can I focus on the floor? ”

“Yes. It's not a cut for you to use, so don't worry about it. Make the most of the look and gesture on the floor. ”

Relieved to say yes, he carried the camera to the front of the floor. I approached the floor with a script of the bull.

“Sis, do you need a script? ”

“No, it's okay. I've memorized it all.”

“Already?”

“It's not long. ”

Concha grabbed the script, admiring it slightly. How many times can you recite the lines in less than 15 minutes?

‘People in the theater department don't remember. ’

It was time to recall Sora's audition for the theater department a while ago.

“Do you have any acting orders? ”

Maru explains the scene where she woke up from her mind and was thinking.

“You did, didn't you? The protagonist's condition will be near inanimate. Please act based on your character. And then I want you to describe the psychological state of the character that I had in mind. Of course, I know the main character on the screen is more attractive, just in case. You don't know human glamour until you see it. If you can make the cliché protagonist taste better, I'd like to get a hold of you. ”

“I will. ”

I didn't say anything to my sister. I didn't have to tell you this because I was just acting to get a sense of character.

“Then get them ready. I'll be right in when I'm ready. And the rest of you, please take a seat and act. Show each of you how to behave when bullied. Of course we can't stop them. Watch it or enjoy it. Please choose one of the two to play. ”

After checking that the opera attendant was seated, she returned to the front of her laptop. The camera holding the relief is turned on and video is made on the laptop. Before sending the cue sign, everyone is acting into their own inner world. The acting of first graders in the theater department will be awkward when you look closely, but it will be used as a background, so it is not a big problem. You just have to trim it a little later. The only thing to focus on is the facial expressions on the floor. I will get the protagonist perfectly and then proceed.

‘We have to test our freshman roles. ’

The protagonist gets away from drinking alcohol by avoiding the transfer student. The protagonist who stepped on the transfer student who was subjected to the same feeling will no longer be a bully. The darkest and darkest transfer student at the end of the film is the second main character in the film. You will have to choose someone as difficult as projecting the old character.

“Are you ready?”

The conch raised her voice and asked. I could see the floor sitting in front of the classroom and my sister nodding. She takes a short breath.

“Then let's start filming. I really wanted to do this. I'll do it now. ”

Conch rolled up the script, holding it in her hand, and pointed to relief.

“I love the camera! ”

Then point to the ceiling.

“Great lighting! ”

Sweeping through the actors sitting there.

“I love actors! ”

Finally, I sat down and shouted.

“Standby, action! ”

* * *

She looks down at the floor. Normally, I would have stroked my head once, but I shouldn't feel like that now.

Hah, I vomited a sigh of laughter and stood up. I went to the side of the floor and kicked the desk with my feet.

“Hey, are you asleep? ”

No response. She grins at the grit. I erased the image of the floor in my head, and I painted a jerk in the void. Without words, the behavior is slow, and sometimes when you open your mouth, the child falls down in front of you with a silent tone.

“Hey, hey. ”

After another cold, I kicked as hard as I could after checking that there was no reaction. The floor, which is pretending to be asleep, shrugs as the desk makes a loud noise. Look at this?

“Oh, that's so rude. Do you discriminate against men and women? You piece of shit. ”

I bit my thumb slightly and smiled. I looked around to get consent, but everyone looked at me like I was an idiot. The feeling of contempt broke and my heart became hot, but I immediately caught it. The excuse of not being able to capture emotion because of the opponent's actor doesn't work on the set.

I grabbed my molar and lifted my foot wide and kicked the desk. I'm worried about what to do if the floor gets hurt in my head. But I ignored it. It was time to act with all my heart. If consideration remains, the behavior will be stained, and it will soon turn out to be an absurdity of smoke. She wanted to test it. How far the floor can mix with your own smoke.

Obsession was the only answer.

The notebooks on the desk drop. The floor growls and picks up a notebook. It was an unpleasant reaction like a fiddle shaking as soon as it hit. She shoves the floor's head into the palm of her hand with a big smile that makes her stomach rumble.

“Hey, talk to me. If you ignore me like this, what's my position? Do you want to get beaten up by your sister? You want me to take my pants off like last time and throw them in the hallway? ”

I shoved my head without cause with a smile. so that his head would turn to the other side and never come back. The body of the crouching floor falls to the ground. Wudang Tang, the fallen chair makes a loud noise.

“You're pushing it. Someone thinks I'm a fan. Hey, did you smoke a lot? Are you trying to tell me you got hit by an old man? ”

I slowly stood up and looked at the floor. Plunder your clothes, set up the fallen chair, and politely put your hands together in front of you. I can't feel the power in my hands. The two hands that are not tied at all will fall off. She pushes the floor shoulder nervously. The crouched floor staggers and pushes you to the window.

She folds her arms and walks forward.

“Can you raise your head? Or should I bend down like this? ”

The floor raises its head slowly. A face that cannot feel joy or sadness, joy or anger, hatred or love. Seeing that, she got angry for no reason. I feel like this. Let's see how well you're holding up.

You take a step chewing on the inside chew.

* * *

The floor sees her standing in front. No, I don't know if I'm looking at her, or the hallway window behind her, or if I'm seeing a standstill substitution in the corner. After the acting started, I put my emotions down before that. I let it all go, because there should be something bouncing. The keyword is inanimate. The stone does not hurt and does not react.

The protagonist who received everyday bullying does not respond to any external stimuli. You have to. It's only possible to be angry, to cry and to resist when you have more energy. The protagonist who has adapted to helplessness is just a slap in the face. Right, right, right again. If you think it's natural to be right, you can survive. If you don't feel pain, look, and feel bad about it, you can survive.

The floor was neither afraid nor afraid of her. Rather, it was a cause of awe. She is the prettiest, most ambitious and beloved of the teacher in this class. It is unimaginable to be angry at her like an idol. The feelings you can have are neither jealous nor expressive.

I'm a stone.

The duty of the stone is to stand still.

Hold still, hold still. I feel the weight disappearing and settle in. Her, the classroom, and other things that come into view lose meaning. Tick, tick, you hear the sound of temptation. A powerful hoof racing for salvation. 5: 00pm after the end of regular class, I must be a rock until then.

The palm flies. The shoulders are pushed back. She has an arrogant face. Of course. She's the idol of this class. It's only reasonable to make that face. Compared to that, I'm just a stone at my feet. A stone that will do nothing.

“I'm sorry.”

I carefully took out the only allowed word. You can only say two things in this classroom with the rules of bullying applied. Okay, I'm sorry. The intention to refuse does not exist. I feel like my vision has changed somewhat. The floor repeats its apologies several times. Fall in love with characters, but don't forget the lines. There's another me running things with flashing eyes behind me.

Unlike the protagonist who became a stone, the floor, which was analyzing the situation rationally, looked forward with cold eyes. He monitors the smoke of his conscripts and locates the cameras. The immersive self turns slightly, leaving the smoke to last. It moved, but it didn't break my heart. As the smoke rose, the fragmentation of the self became incredibly clear. Unless it deliberately interferes with the emotional lines of the self immersed in smoke, the continuity of the smoke cannot be compromised by other thoughts.

‘Do I have a problem? ’

She was focused too much. You act like you're being chased by something. I don't hesitate to touch my cheeks, but I can't erase the feeling of being forced to act.

Expression or atmosphere itself is flawless. I'm good at it, but for some reason, I don't have the pleasure of showing it onstage. Just because you play a mean diary doesn't mean that the joy that you feel from actors is gone. I can see it more clearly because it's smoke in front of my nose, not in front of the screen. Smoke full of urgency. Though the smoke rushing without mental relaxation deserves a round of applause, the floor does not seem to be enthusiastic, but it seems to be avoiding. Appears to be acting as a means to intentionally avoid something you don't want to recognize.

I wouldn't have felt this at all if it were someone else. But I can tell because it's her. It's strange that a woman who loved, respected, and relied on more than anyone else has that look on her face and doesn't notice.

My head twitches with the sound of mates. The cheeks freeze. The script says that she slaps her cheek with the back of her hand, but she slaps hard with her palm. She wasn't aware of the strangeness of the situation, either because she was deeply in the character's emotions.

He looks at me with an expression of relief holding his followers, concubines, and cameras. The floor looks into her eyes. Should I break her heart here and tell her what she did wrong?

The floor was still. Her next line followed, and the floor followed the script.

After the ambassador finishes, she takes a step back, exhaling. She relieves herself that the smoke is over and looks around her.

Dry static continues, and she looks at the floor with confused eyes. The floor stroked the cheek and said.

“You hit him right? ”

“Maru, there I am... ”

“Director, can you take care of our sum? ”

The floor looks at the conch and says, The stunned conch suddenly approaches with applause and cheer. The followers who were watching also come and admire it.

“You scared me. I thought it was real. ”

“The acting is always real. What about the screen? ”

“Kill it. Kill it." Can't you just keep filming our movie? ”

Conch grips her hand and says. She makes a dry smile.

“Hold on. We're going to talk. Look forward to it. I'll bring you something very surprising. ”

“Of course!”

The floor smiles at the conch and grabs her hand.

“Let's get some air. ”

“Oh, uh. ”

I'll come up with an idea in 10 minutes, and the floor comes out of the classroom holding her hand.

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From your comments, it looks like some of you have dipped your feet in stocks.

Hehe.

... you didn't do it for real money, did you?

Stocks, scary monsters.

* * *

It's going to rain a lot.

It's also Tteokbokki on rainy days.

... all you need is flour. And that's okay with a concussion.

If you eat while listening to the rain under your umbrella, there will be no heaven.

I'd barbecue on a rainy day if I could afford a cottage.

* * *

You can do it when you're born a millionaire son.

* * *

I'm getting sentimental.

It's going to rain.

Ah, so sentimental.

* * *

No one eats delicious food alone at this hour, right?

It's inhumane.

* * *

Night snacks are chicken, too.

* * *

Hungry!!!!!!!!!!

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Referrals, always appreciated.

Coupon, thank you. I write thanks to you.

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