Life, Once Again!

“Aren't you busy? ”

“A few days of resting made me more relaxed. Come on, get in. You said film right away. ”

“Yes.”

The floor leans into the car. The cold man steps on Axel and leaves the car.

“Reshoot?”

He said, "Yeah, he's going to take one and shoot it again. ”

“Writer Lee Han Mi, what a terrible accident. The big one is the big one.”

“Why the sudden change? ”

“Well, I don't know. He's famous for being such a pain in the ass. Looks like you changed the course of the story when you changed the footage. ”

“Probably. I thought it was a little strange to analyze the script, but you must have caught it. ”

“Good thing we can fix this now. It's just before the broadcast, and there's a couple of dramas that got caught up in the viewer's opinions and went up into the mountains. The Internet is the problem. Inclusion leads to mountains. Ignorance leads to public opinion. ”

“You've got to keep it centered. ”

“Even medieval writers find it hard to shake it because they have something to do with it. Established generations don't get along with the Internet, but people are different these days. We can't use it in the back room like we used to. ”

“It's not easy in the world. ”

“None.”

“Oh, what happened to the audition you saw last time? ”

“The monopole slid nicely. I listened to the director while monitoring my performance, and I wanted to run away because my face was burning. There's no such thing as a mess. My senses were getting dull every day. ”

“Come on, you know what you're saying. This time or the next. ”

The floor looked at the dinner and said, I've been constantly auditioning for youth actors, but I've never heard of any good news. I heard the delegate let me go, but I'm sorry to hear that I failed.

He taps his finger on the handle and looks this way. I'm smiling comfortably.

“I got my business card. ”

“Business card?”

The car is jammed. The cold man pulls out his business card wallet from his chest. A thin card with a blue sensitivity slips out of your wallet.

“Here.”

“You got a new one? ”

“No. I dug you a new one. Upstairs. ”

The floor accepted the business card and confirmed the job title. Chief Byung-chan. Many of them have huge JA production. The floor that understood the meaning of this business card at once could not be celebrated or comforted.

“Celebrate me. I finally got a job. ”

“Can I celebrate? ”

“Yes, now my dream is to build a Gangnam building. ”

“The actor seems more realistic. ”

“I've given up on my dreams and I've had new ones. How can I be more humble than before? You should have bigger, bigger dreams. Be ambitious, boy. Don't you know that? ”

“And then there's the phrase, 'Not for money, but for selfish achievement.' ”

“People usually only draw on what they need. Let's have ambition, money, selfishness, whatever. ”

The floor smiles lightly and tucks the business card into the wallet. Cold Chan gave up the actor's dream. Instead, I got a job. You can only know if it's good or wrong, but you're smiling at this moment, so congratulations are in order.

“Congratulations, Mr. Lee. ”

“I won't be called this actor anymore. ”

“You don't know people. This could be an opportunity. Anyway, you got a raise, a flashy business card, and a level up as a social worker. ”

“I see.”

“All that's left now is to settle the loan, get married, raise the money, raise the child, and then take it away from the other guy. Congratulations. You've come a long way. ”

“Thank goodness you're here. But I went to the army. I'd be better off if I thought you'd be standing in front of a crib in a few years. ”

Hearing that breaks my heart. The floor casts its gaze out the window. I was already in trouble thinking about going out to work at dawn.

“Maru, don't you know what a tough and talented person you are? ”

"Playing is killing me," he said. "Playing is killing me, saving me the harshness." ”

“... You know it well? ”

“I know. I know. It's depressing. ”

The floor smiles at the dinner. Today's meal was lighter than usual. Not the voice, not the voice, not the voice. I don't know if it's the weight of the dream or the balloon of success, but it looks good anyway.

He turned on the radio.

While listening to the soft music, the floor reminded me of what happened during the day.

‘I think something happened to the colony. ’

Two days ago, while dressing up, Daemyung came to school and continued yawning at lunchtime and play practice. Thanks to you, I was scolded by a smile. When I asked him what was going on at night, he came to the teacher's house and said that he had talked about things. And today, a man who went to school with a straight face asked if he knew the writer, Lee Hanmi, as soon as he saw the floor. The floor nods. The colonel said yes with a blank expression. I asked him why he asked me that quirky attitude, but he said that smiling beautifully is nothing.

On the day of the reshoot notification, Cologne mentions a new semester writer. What is the relationship between the two?

‘No way. ’

It's too much to think. How will they meet the writer Lee Han Mi? Even if we meet, there is no room for the public to intervene in the revised script. He probably heard that Lee Han Mi was among his acquaintances and asked without thinking.

“Almost there. Thank you."

“Yes.”

The floor lifts the bag and gets out of the car. In front of my eyes, I saw the entrance of the Seongjin Middle School.

* * *

“There's room in the studio, but we don't know when the broadcast is going to happen, so we need to do it as soon as possible. I know it's really hard to play the script right away, but please try. If you start pushing, it could be a live broadcast that you're editing on the real broadcast day. Fight, Azaza! ”

I opened the script by listening to the fighting sound of the people who played Cho. Friday at 7pm. As usual, Jo Yeon often has no filming or one or two films, but she will have to shoot late tonight.

“Why is it a crystal again? ”

The script unfolded, grumbling and shifting. Tilt and support also moved along the slope toward the front of the classroom. Jade line disappeared from the classroom as usual.

“I thought it was pretty good. Why all of a sudden, frontal insemination? ”

The villager sits beside the floor with his mouth shut.

“Sis, I heard something. ”

Dongho said, gluing his butt. The floor looked at Dongho. What do you mean you heard?

“Writer Lee Han Mi told me to reshoot 13 coins because he would give up his batch fee. He said he was very threatened to get out of this drama at 13: 00. ”

Dongho pointed to the staff's chin. The rumor seems to have originated in Staff.

“Hey, tough guy. I wouldn't say that if I were you. ”

The villager gives a slight tongue.

“You say you have a lot of pride. If you don't like what you see, you won't even notice the hardships and efforts of others. I want a rich writer. You can change what you've been filming for days into words. ”

Dongho nervously handed over the script. The villager sighs and starts looking at the script.

“I'm going to have to go grass this weekend. ”

“What do I do? I don't know. ”

The floor opened a script in the hand of the resident while lending a grudge. Once the background was unchanged. The picnic episode remained the same. But everything else has changed. In particular, the conflict structure between people was completely different from the previous script.

“This time, I'm not going to sit here and watch. ”

“Well, this is comforting. ”

Hearing the villager and Dongho's words, the floor nods slightly. All of the sudden changes in the character's personality that I felt while analyzing the script in the previous 13 coins disappeared from the revised 13 coins. Tilting notices that he likes grappling, but does not confess, and lunches proactively and returns as a bystander away from the role of letting go of the bridge between men and women. Instead, it was fixed that the soot was finally favoring Yeshua for her hot character.

“Hey, is this how it's going to go? ”

“This dinner is going to be very popular. I like the script today, right? ”

“Is that what you think? Me too. Flooring. You? ”

“I'd rather be revised, too. ”

The story was quickly unfolding, and I was again at the center of it. Why did the person who could write such a wonderful story write the previous 13 poems like that? Was he in a bad mood? Or was there a fistfight between the writer and the PD that I heard as a joke? Given the tasty script at the right time, there may have been a problem with the PD.

‘Train them. ’

The floor saw Park Hun PD preparing for the shoot from afar. He's a PD-snatching writer. Somehow an image is drawn. Sweet hair with fierce eyes and silvery glasses. A middle-aged woman who spills out when her mouth is open. It's quite reassuring to have the power of a typical elegant writer put on a nameplate. I'm sure they'll be quiet and well-dressed.

This is as far as the delusion goes, and the floor flies out the thoughts in its head and focuses on the script. Whoever the writer is, whatever happened to PD has nothing to do with him. Someone I haven't met yet. If you become famous later, you will never be associated with a famous writer and a single actress. And if you're really authoritative and have a crush on the people you work with, I really don't want to meet them. Such a person is a lot of stress from the face to face.

* * *

He was embarrassed because of the name on the phone. Writer Lee Hanmi, my hands are strangely shaking.

Two days ago, when Hanmi found out that the title of the script she wrote overnight was "The New Semester," he blamed his stupidity. When the famous writer asked about the new semester several times, he should have inferred that his work was the new semester, of course. That morning, Hanmi suddenly asked me to write her cell phone number on a note. In the eyes of the irresistible, Daemyung wrote down the Buriah number and drove to school in Kwakjun's car. I was relieved that I didn't hear from him that day....

“Yes, yes. ”

- Son, we're celebrating today.

He said that he was definitely a 'son' in an unconscious manner.

“Yes? ”

- I'm coming to get you. Phil, Joon's coming too. I'm in a great mood because of my son, so I'll buy you something delicious.

“Oh, my son? ”

- Come on, don't nag.

And the phone was disconnected.

The group blinks and sees the team practicing in front of them. His followers stare at him, saying, "What's going on?"

“What's wrong with you? You look terrible. ”

Aram asks. The colonel shakes his head vigorously.

“Well, it's got to be a prank call. ”

“Yes?”

“It must be a prank call. ”

“What are you talking about? I dozed off yesterday. Ji-yoon, your husband is very ill. ”

Ji Yun approaches with a worried face. He smiled and said it was nothing. Did you really call him? And all of a sudden a son. I'm just teasing you, then, yeah.

At that time, a call was made to an unknown number. He answered the phone nervous.

Ma'am. Oh, it's not important. What time should I pick you up?

I don't think this is a joke.

* * *

“Okay. Nice work on the floor. ”

“Good work. I'll go in first. ”

The floor comes out to the side, greeting the staff. The revised script quickly finished filming because Lee Chan's back scene decreased a lot. I'm ready for a late night shoot, but I feel resilient. Of course, we have to film more children and residents. 11: 14. Fortunately, I think I can catch the train.

“Tomorrow at dawn, too. ”

Run to the set as soon as you're done with your Saturday routine, or shoot in the morning or night. It is taken again at dawn after sleeping nearby. Park Hoon PD said he had five shoots, but he was not at ease. Maybe even Walsoo's weekdays.

It was time to pack my bag and leave the school gate.

“One drink.”

You hear a sound coming from the gate. A person walks out of the shadows. The floor swept my chest. I was a little scared, actually.

“I thought you were a ghost. ”

The floor looks up and says, looking at the Jade tree standing facelessly.

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Going in and out, taking off my glasses and shining a light, oh, my God.

Glasses are covered in dirt.

I saw at night that the particulate dust level had penetrated 600 lines, but it's pretty severe.

It must have been a hard day for those who often cough dry.

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Razor Kimchi stew and pig interface bronchi suck!!!!!

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