Life, Once Again!

The meeting place was not a station. The performing institute is located in the street of Apgujeong, Seoul. After confirming the address that flew in by text, the floor pushes through the glass door of the building. The staircase next to the noodle shop on the first floor leads to the third floor. It's an emergency staircase, so I pushed the big, written door into the room. I was pushed by the elevator and not used regularly. On the outer wall of the black corridor, the red, yellow and blue triangles were bending like waves. Following the complex pattern, you see banners lined up in front of the entrance. Excellent instructor, personalized oral acting, and a school dedicated to dreams. I took a step beyond the automated door while reading the ad text. The semi-circular desk opposite the entrance was from a model, and a woman with an incredibly beautiful body was wearing a black suit. In front of him, a chair along the wall sat a man and woman muttering like spells. I noticed that people had come to audition at once.

“What brings you here? ”

“I've come to hear that there's an audition here. ”

“Oh, yes. What's your name, sir? ”

“Here's one.”

“One drink.”

It was a woman who pronounced one letter after another, saying one word after another. On the monitor above the desk where the advertisement for the institute was flowing, the letter "Hangul" appeared briefly and disappeared.

“You're on the list. Please sit here for a moment. I'll call you when it's your turn. ”

I joined the ranks of those waiting with anxious faces. There were no extra chairs, so I stood with my back against the wall. Usually the audition scene would have been busy preparing the ambassadors or characters that you presented in advance, but today there was nothing to prepare for the audition. A healthy body, and that was all I needed to take care of. There was no information given in advance about what station they wanted and what they would focus on. People whispering like spells, maybe they were actually casting spells. Please don't make me do the wrong thing. "

Overall, the nightstands looked similar. It was a placenta that looked more than twenty years old, but I could often see someone who looked more delicate than that. There were also a couple of people in school uniforms. When I saw a member, I wasn't sure I wanted a middle-aged male character. Student roles?

A visit at the end of the hall opens to the right, and a woman walks out with her head long. I left the entrance of the institute directly across the hall, expressing my dissatisfaction. The woman standing at the desk called out, ”Hey," but she didn't look back. What's going on in there? There's horns everywhere. The shock wave left by the woman charging like a chariot must be absorbed by those who are waiting. The floor feels the murmuring louder. I could not sit quietly in the chair, but more people jumped up and walked around. The school lobby seems to be filled with people wandering around. The floor sits in a sluggish seat. It was getting to know the floor when I was old. I like to lie down, but I can't do that, so I've put myself in a chair nearby.

The uncertainty of the identity left behind by the long-haired woman continued until the voice of the desk woman calling the audition victim. The man who was waiting jumped up and walked toward the end of the hall. The daily order has stopped. In the static, everyone watched as the man opened the door. A girl in uniform was attached to the wall in the hallway. I think he wanted to see you in the audition room.

“You can't look inside. ”

The desk lady said:

The floor closes its eyes after watching the people moving around as if they were caught in the rapids. There was no restlessness at all. When the long-haired woman ran away, she also watched interesting and did not recall the meaning of her actions. It became a strength not to get caught up in the atmosphere. I talked to him inside while I had time. When I was a child, I went to my friend's house and raised my voice and called out the name of my elderly friend, and I found a man. Hey, hey, hey, Mask. The inside of the body is full of voices looking for him, but the man does not appear when he leaves. I couldn't even see the dark stage. This is an unusual case. Is it as hard to see as the man said? I didn't like him, but I didn't hate him. I wanted to have a meaningful conversation as long as possible. What it means to share your thoughts, why you live in this body, and ultimately who you are. I wanted to ask a lot of questions, but the person who would accept the questions was hiding in silence without even a toast.

About 10 minutes later, the man who entered again opened the visit came out. Likewise, he was angry. What's going on in there, and everyone in that room is angry. The words of the lecture to come back alive increased in volume. You thought this was a joke, right?

“Yijeji. ”

I left the institute angry with two people. The woman who had to get on the tarmac took a hard breather as if she had swallowed a bitter pill and walked inward. The door closes, and the rest of the volunteers stare at the audition with an ominous glance. I kept my eyes on the floor at the door and quickly picked it up. There was no way to look behind a tightly closed door, as long as the telescopic superpower was not available. Instead, I decided to see what I could see. The man sitting next to you twists his legs and puts earphones in his ears. It seemed relaxing to shake your head. The woman standing across the street has been thrown out without hiding her uncomfortable tone. I often even stared at the desk woman. What an audition, that's what his eyes were saying.

More than half of the ten looked at the elongated interior door with an urgent gaze. Those who remained calm without being overwhelmed by the atmosphere built their own realm and were each obsessed with something else. like the guy next to you, who's obsessed with music, who's looking at school guides, who's reading books. As I was piling up the specimens one by one, I noticed a strange movement in the retina, reminiscing about the fact that human observation is the foundation of smoke. The woman who was in charge of the guide was busy making fun of my hands. While it is suspicious to wear a keyboard while I am working, the moment I hit it was strange.

The floor pretended to read the school brochure and looked at the desk woman. It could have been a simple mistake, so I had to check again. The woman moves. She doesn't turn her head much, but her eyes turn. The opposing Pokémon reads the script with a calm face. The woman looks at the man for a few seconds, shifts her gaze toward the monitor in front of her, and presses the keyboard. After looking at the man with the earphones a while ago, he recorded something as well.

Observation? Her eyes move again. This time she was a girl in uniform. A girl who was watching the audition as she rolled her feet. Immediately, the desk woman kicked her tongue. The floor sees a gently drying mouth tail, a nervously narrowing glabellar, and a shaking head. The representations of the negative emotions drift off her face like a big curtain and disappear. As she disappears, she presses the keyboard hard. It was clear to observe and record.

The floor took a look at the guide. Personal hobby? Possibly. She's probably individually evaluating volunteers for boredom, as men and women gossip about rationality in the streets. I like your face. It looks unstoppable. You're shivering. I thought about it and heard the look again. Her pupils are placed on a straight line. Under the lashes raised with a dark mascara, the pupils, which were moving left and right, stopped in position. The floor notices that she is looking at herself. Nothing lasts more than two seconds when a stranger's eyes meet mine. Most people look away from each other as if they were on fire. There are only two cases when you look straight at it without turning your eyes. Either the pride of the male is compromised, or he has found a reason to forget his shame.

The woman did not belong to either side. It wasn't a fight. It wasn't a sign of affection. The eyes of a zoo monkey. It was a clear observer's gaze. She doesn't look away. I cast that gaze without changing my face. I didn't avoid the floor. I wanted to know the reason for my observation. If it was part of her hobby, she would have turned her eyes as soon as she came into contact. That's the general response. The woman was out of the picture, and the floor was curious. What are you doing in there?

I didn't even flinch her eyes. The other part moved instead. Her hands are on the keyboard. Tak, the sound of the tagan is faint. A moment later, the woman who entered the audition hall came out. He looked angry as if he had made a promise. As soon as the woman left the school without looking back, the desk woman opened her mouth.

“Mr. Hangul. ”

It was a sign to come in. I could feel people's eyes. I felt like asking, "Why?" No matter what the order of the late volunteers were called first, people looked to the desk woman. The desk lady smiled. He didn't seem willing to answer. The floor stepped into the inner room while placing the school brochure that was holding on to the chair. The auditions were also a kind of interview, so they were usually conducted in an orderly order. If you didn't send a ticket in advance, it means you're auditioning in the order you arrived, so why did you suddenly change the sequence and send it in first? You will naturally find out when you meet a PD waiting at the audition.

You open the door, exhaling briefly. A plastic chair sits in the middle of a room that looks about ten square feet. It was a chair commonly found in convenience stores. In front of it was a table and a camera that was taking pictures of a monitor and a chair that looked about 30 inches long. It was an ordinary audition hall, but there was something missing.

People. There was no one in the audition hall to take care of the acting. Maybe he went to the bathroom for a while. The floor immediately realized that it wasn't. The entrance in the room was the only door that just came in. It means there was no one from the beginning. I sat down in a chair. The monitor lights up terribly.

You can take exactly eight minutes to relax and come out. We will notify you of the second interview location immediately, so please rest in a nearby cafe. If you talk to the applicant while you are away, you will be disqualified. Keep in mind the benefits.

Shortly after the article was published, a promotional video came out of the school. The floor stares blankly at the promotional video. After seven minutes, the video is finished. The floor comes out, clammed up, and walks toward the outside of the door as instructed. I didn't forget to look at the desk lady on the way. The woman grimaces and smiles in one eye.

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The rain is cool.

Feels good.

That's a good sound to hear.

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