Life, Once Again!

Oh, my gosh, that's been buzzing around in my mouth. Why is he doing this? My heart is beating freely. A powerful gust of blood moves beyond what is necessary for a good cause. I can feel the blood rushing around my body. Thunder strikes in the body. You hear a thump and a commotion, as if your heart were attached to your eardrum.

I drank a whole jar of 500ml of bottled water to suppress my tension by swallowing water, but my mouth was only drier. Did you drink water? Substitution looks at the empty water barrel in your hand with an annoying mix of eyes. Was it only half?

“Hey, when are you going to start? ”

“Let's make this quick. ”

His comrades said playfully. It was an unusual tone, but the words made me dizzy today. It sounds similar to the sound coming from a tape with more words like a note between the letters. After that, the volume of the sound gradually decreased. The sound of children's words became smaller as if they had lowered the volume button, while the sound of their hearts now came out of their mouths, not surprisingly loud.

Substitution returns to the monophasic phase, biting the flesh inside the mouth. Now, the familiar auditorium is as unfamiliar as the first place I've been. The reason is probably because of this‘ eye ’. Dozens of pupils staring at it. It feels like the circular bioorgans that are mixed with black and brown are stuck all over the body. Suddenly, when I was home alone, I remembered the moment I encountered the cockroach. I know that the little pest is not a big threat to me, but I am surprised when the whining backpack flinches. I'm a little sorry to use this analogy with my friends and classmates, but I feel like I'm standing among dozens of cockroaches right now. Barefoot.

‘I didn't do this. ’

When I saw the entrance audition, I was shaken when I saw the filmmaker's audition, but I didn't feel any fear. I know that they are all the same person and that they are students who do not need to be afraid, so I was just ‘embarrassed’. I never felt like I wanted to run away or be scared. If he had avoided standing in front of others, he would not have entered the theater department.

‘Then why. ’

Fear? That word is not appropriate. Disgust. The feeling I felt with dozens of eyes was strange and terrible. There's nothing different from practicing, so why is it so hard? I looked straight at my friends' faces. It is not a monstrous monster, nor is it a face that reminds me of any bad feelings. Motives I like. But why take a step back and become a multitude of audiences? I feel like my stomach is going dark.

First of all, the substitution stands at the center of the stage, trying not to be aware of the gaze. The floor retreats from a distance.

Barbell, dumbbell, and exercise bench take up one corner, giving you an infinitely wide single-piece view that always looks narrow. As the space itself expanded with vitality, the floor seemed so far away that it was only a few steps away. However, regardless of the breadth of the stage, the distance to the audience seemed strangely close. I was so bored that I wanted to ask, "Do I need to look so close?"

Substitution looked down at the palm of the hand. It was wet. It was sweating. I wiped my hands on the hem and took a deep breath. I closed my eyes and opened them, pleading to myself that it would adapt quickly, just because it was a temporary tension.

Eyes are closer. Pupils look clearer and larger. They're talking about something amongst themselves, but it's so annoying. Shut up. I wish I could tell you that.

It's clumsy. I can't concentrate enough. The noise hits my ear. Inside the body, the heart, and outside, the children's chatter made the mind go wild. At that moment, I realized that substitution had forgotten my metabolism. Just a few seconds ago, the dialogue that was full in my head disappeared like a lie. I was interpreting only the information that came into my eyes meaninglessly as if I refused to think of it. You have to remember, even though you tried, the pure brain does not give out a metabolism.

“Aren't you going to start? ”

I heard Aram's voice.

“Do it. I will. ”

“It's been a minute. If you have to wait, look at the performance on the floor first. ”

“No! I can do it. ”

I quickly opened the script in my left hand to confirm the ambassador. The moment I saw the quotation mark behind the first chapter of the role, or the role name, I remembered a line of ambassadors like the freeway that was cleared up. Why I forgot this simple thing for a moment, it was time to sigh of relief, cover the script, and look back.

‘Nonsense. ’

Is there a brain problem? At the moment I was conscious, I didn't remember a single line that I thought I could think of everything as confidently as the one I saw half a second ago. I quickly reopened it. I chased the ambassador with my eyes and recited. I can think of a fantastic ambassador. I can even sing with my vocal cords.

“Are you going to write a script? ”

One of my motivators said: Curiously, the substitution covered the script. The dark veil comes back into my head. There was a sense of self-esteem. I felt reassured that this wasn't the real stage.

‘I can't.’

I realized how much I had. I thought it would be enough since I practiced for two weeks after the role was fixed. I thought it was stupid not to be able to do the exam well enough, but I was holding the same line for two weeks.

And that fool was himself.

I realized that my gaze was scary. I felt exhausted by the dangers of the stage. In this condition, even if I read the script, my voice will tremble without cause.

It was time to apologize and stop being afraid.

“Mr. Hwang? He's not in this house. Should I lie to you? Dangerous humans like independence, or reactionaries. Anyway, it's preventing me from going anywhere near here. ”

The floor reads the lines without hesitation.

“If you don't remember the line, make a sound. If you've practiced really well, just start it and your mouth will take care of it. As long as it's ripe for the body. ”

“Flooring, I just.... ”

“Do it. Do it out loud. ”

“I was wrong. I don't think so. ”

“You've done enough, you haven't done enough, you've done enough. I didn't know until I tried. ”

Substitution looked into the eyelids of the floor. It wasn't Dagqi's eyes. It's as grave as explaining something very natural.

The substitution was silent enough to make the teeth numb, then slowly read the dialogue out loud. I only spit out the first sentence, but my lips and tongue continued to speak the next words. It's still dark in my head, but I put out an exact line as if my tongue and throat knew the way.

At the end of the line, I felt that substitution was different. That was the point of view. The way I looked at myself was no longer disgusting. My heart calmed down after just finishing a line of dialogue. My body feels so relaxed that I've been nervous so far. The stage that seemed to be lightweight and infinitely long seemed to be narrow again.

You can, and your endless confidence fills up the places where tension has left you. The brain started to work. The script was clearly drawn in my head as if I had scanned it. I was able to see and read

“Sunbae.”

“Why?”

“W-Would you mind if I do it now? ”

“I never let you do that. Breathe normally. ”

I took a breath on the floor following the horse.

“Breathe lightly. ”

I exhaled with a feeling of half air remaining in my lungs.

“What's the line?”

“Perfect.”

“Then there's no problem. ”

“Watch this. I'll be really good at it. ”

“Go ahead. ”

Substitution rolls one foot and stands in the center of the stage.

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“What a stage. ”

He said, looking at the stage of the closed substitution. You seem nervous at first, but the atmosphere changes after a brief adventure on the floor. Replacing Mr. Bag's role of secretly helping Independents was really neat. While practicing, the character was still weak due to its unique sparkle, and now it has a heavy performance to make the character feel in the situation.

“You have power. ”

The Ark said, the expression really matched. Substitution had the power to take over the stage. The ambassador is cool because of the good ringing, and the pronunciation is also clear. Speech and pronunciation on the stage are at the core of the play. Theatre is also a means to communicate information to others, so a depth of smoke is created if the basic means of improving the quality of delivery is good.

“Iyahoo! I was amazing, wasn't I? ”

“No substitution, pretty good. ”

“You're much better than you used to be. ”

“Tsk, tsk! ”

My comrades clapped. Motives who have seen the act of substitution every time admit it. The substitution on the stage was definitely glowing.

His opponent leaves the pen at ease. I tried to write something down, but I didn't have to use it. The smoke was just as ideal as it showed all the substitutions. It was perfect, I could put it carefully.

“It's your turn. ”

Substitution speaks. The floor nods and stands at the center of the stage.

He looks at the faces of those sitting behind him. They are obsessed with substitutes who unexpectedly showed great acting. Moreover, it is more likely to give a good rating, i.e., a good score, for substitutes living together than on a floor that is not even close to the ground. Some of you might take it for granted by thinking, "Let's punch you."

The group sighs.

‘It's always like that. ’

If Maru hadn't done advices, substitution wouldn't have done anything. Afterwards, if the floor had performed, he would have been able to build his pride and finish the job as a senior.

But I didn't. The floor probably doesn't care if you get ridiculed by your subordinates here. Rather, they might want it more. As a result, first-graders will gain confidence in what they can do, and they will develop substitutions even more.

If you are ridiculed alone for a moment, the floor will think so.

“Here we go."

After nodding, he lowers his waist for a moment and grabs the water bottle.

After a substitution with a fabulous performance. I hope I got what I came for anyway, so I'll be back after I've done the proper acting. I've practiced substituting one for two weeks. I also ended up acting in the best condition on the stage. Even on a floor, it will be hard to show a better stage than on a stage of substitution unless you have actually practiced it.

It was time to stretch my back thinking like that. I can see the faces of the followers holding the creases in their foreheads. I think people face serious problems. Daemyung hurriedly looked at the monolith.

‘Ah.'

I feel a rush of energy in my hand. The plastic rumbles with a loud sound. But no one responded.

The gaze was all of the floor.

“Mr. Hwang? He's not in this house. Should I lie to you? Dangerous humans like independence, or reactionaries. Anyway, it's preventing me from going anywhere near here. ”

A sly human rubs his hands and speaks. Thin voice, ugly waist, liver and gallbladder. The man who stared at the invisible Japanese pilgrim was truly insignificant.

“Sir, if I see them, I will report them. No, no, no, no. I will take them and lead them to the Emperor with all my heart and soul. Yeah, yeah, yeah. ”

The man who was looking at the front with a nasty smile slowly looks around his waist. The hand twitches. The chin trembles and there is a machete in between. Like a mouse living with a cat, he looks obstinately and crosses the stage.

Nervous. His lips have just dried up. The other children were also drinking water with water bottles, one by one.

“Oh, my God, oh, my God. I'm crazy. I'm crazy. ”

The man hurriedly walks around the stage, looking straight ahead. He reaches the audience with his eyes filled with fear. No one made a sound. The crowd also stares at the stage without hesitation.

The moment the eyes became tangled with the actors on the stage, the crowd felt a narrow distance from the stage. I feel like I'm standing right next to the floor. Nervousness in the breath and action melts into the body without filtering. The colony has found the water bottle again. But there was no water left.

“This is terrible for me! I hate days when I don't know when I'll be killed. ”

I was devastated. I couldn't find strength in a man who had his back turned against his two eyes.

The act of substitution was godly in this scene. Magnificent and astonishing. A man who was displaced was a man who could choose death by chance for the Independent army. I felt like I could embrace my destiny by spitting out my lines with confidence. So there was strength and vitality on the stage.

The floor, it was troublesome. The man on the stage was humble, unsightly, and on the other hand ugly. It was a form that could not be found to be a hero's trait. Nevertheless, the man fought. His battle was choking the Japanese martyr, and his struggle was selling laughter to the Japanese. He survived in desperation and helped the Independents in fear. While helping, he hated the Independents. He curses himself for not being able to rest. He blamed himself for not being a Japanese citizen.

“I die without seeing independence, but I believe. I'm sure you'll be comfortable next time. ”

When he heard the ambassador of substitution, he thought of a frenzy. He thought it was a pleasant death of a hero who had deceived Japanese pilgrims beautifully with a false smile.

And now, he's looking at the death that a man so desperately wants. For him, the ambush would have been a cloud. It was the death of such a weak sociopath who laughed at the fact that he didn't have to be afraid of it anymore.

The smoke is over.

The floor comes down from the stage emptying the dirt from its trousers as if nothing had happened.

There was only one thing that the people could do.

The simplest reason humans were given both hands was applause.

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I don't grin.

It's true.

That's what someone said in the comments.

'The author will be smiling sadly at your comments.'

Am I?

No, I'm a good man. Uh-huh.What do you mean, a grim smile? Uh-huh.I don't know how to do that. Huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu. He's a gentle man who's far from sober.

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I'm glad to hear that when you get an anticipated comment,

I'm a perfectly ordinary person, and I don't enjoy whipping my readers.

But sometimes when you say "newcomer to amputation," and I don't know where to cut it, your readers say, "Oh, fuck! 'I'm thinking about shouting. But I never succeeded because I was bad at writing. Phew. I have to get to the bottom of this.

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But often when I get an unexpected comment, my heart starts pounding.

And in particular, the core line of this story, which was tossed around like garbage so that no one would care. "Does that bother you?" When you see a sharp reader who reveals it at night in a comment, the urge to delete the comment strikes the sky.

You'd rather insult me. Blaspheme your writings. Then you'll feel good... but you'll hate it if you try to hide it like that and take away my joys of giggling alone.

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And...

I think this is the seventh time I've said this, but this is a straight shot of another Noble, and you can see it when you say, "Oh, we have a little time." because it's a very dramatic story that we've decided to write about microphones and cameras for all the characters. There's a lot more fun writing in Novelis. Dig up some Gems. And then sometimes you can come over here and lift it up and go. (It's important to look at the shrug. I'm a labor writer who has to make money. Hot!)

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That's why everyone is right.

It's funny, it's not funny, it seems to have a good spread, it seems to have a slow burst. So I'd like you to look at Shreddinger's cat box often.

Just in case. There could be a very fast development waiting for you!

Maybe!

It's probably never gonna happen.

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It's been a long time since I filled the review box.

Ha! That was fun!

More over here!

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I want you to keep your manners to a minimum at the end of the fight.

At least you look like a man, right?

So we use the most eloquent words to pressure the other person as logically as possible.

The scorner is defeated!

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Referrals, always appreciated.

Coupon, thank you. Would you like some love?

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