Life, Once Again!

I've been auditioning several times and found out that artists, casting directors, and production people who need to evaluate acting are quite relaxed. I asked questions that were difficult to answer like a pressure interview, and I didn't even ask to start acting quickly. I would tell you to be careful if you delayed it without a reason, but most of the time you took time to understand. It's because they know that acting is different from stamping a bun.

“Can I have a little thought and emotion? ”

“Any amount of smoke you need. But don't make me wait too long. You do realize the longer we wait, the greater our expectations. ”

It was a horse with a thorn in it. The floor speeds up the circulation of accidents. The longer we wait, the more we will be persecuted.

You start the sketch. Unless you sit down and start, you have to weave a thick cord. Delicate smoke is a mixture of emotional expressions that will produce empathy and isomerism that assigns its expressions to the right place. Excessive emotion is contextless, and when you are full of reason, it seems desolate. Actors building a transformative emotional architecture with a blueprint called script. So most good actors are smart.

The floor with an overview and a mid-point of smoke draws a finale, exhaling. The true meaning of the proverb, "The beginning is half." From start to finish, I tried to regenerate a short smoke in my head. I can't say it's perfect, but I'm satisfied.

“Let's get started.”

The Declaration contains the power to start it. The floor senses the cylinder of the smoke engine moving with a thumping sound, as if you were turning as hard as you were pushing the key into the car. That sound was enough to wake up a man who was asleep inside. I detect him with his eyes wide open. The floor offered him the center of the stage for nausea, but he refused. I had to be warmer before I could move.

He didn't even ask me to do it again. He wasn't desperate for his help. The performance of the masquerade man's true worth was a temperamental act of emotion enough to defeat reason. You will be better off now that you have to walk through the past with fine-tuned smoke. I suggested the stage in order to distinguish between which lines we can work together. Before, he didn't feel conscious, he used to call himself the ‘Red One,’ but after he realized he was a completely different person, he couldn't be summoned. Commenting on something and hanging in the corner will require proper compromise and reward to work with him.

I pulled my chin out. My shoulders were sagging. If you flip the phrase "tension makes your body stiff," it means that relaxing your stiffness will ease your tension. It was a minor technique, but it was also a necessary one.

I stood at the virtual door with a lighter body. The beginning was to look inside the door. I recalled what happened during the day. A gourmet restaurant on the same street. Although this may not be interesting in itself, a conflicting high school student in between will be a little interested. In the process of the high school student comparing the two stores and choosing one store, if he melts his memories with his father, he may be able to take a step and focus on his interest. The story of my father wearing a tie stimulates tear glands in all nations, but it is universal and boring. Then what about the father who works for the bus? It could be interesting to an audience that is friendly but doesn't know the real life.

Everyone told their own story, but the floor decided to borrow his father's name. Probability secured. All that was left was to show the smoke.

A wandering floor opens the door between the two shops.

“Yes, hello. ”

You greet the target with a strong belief that it does not exist in front of you. I could hear my aunt's deep greeting at the soup house. I pulled up the chair and sat down. Nature's two carefully watching eyes are opened in front of her. The eyes that sprinkled the deep light like rich food continued to smoke, blowing them out of consciousness. There was no nature in the cook house.

I repeated what happened during the day as if I was playing GO. Behavior before soup is released. I twisted my leg and put my clasped hand on my knee. You listen to the sigh of the taxi driver approaching you. A big fight with a customer in broad daylight. I painted a taxi driver there without looking at the air and stared at it. You turn your head to the left. Three men wearing vests covered in all kinds of paint were focusing on soup without saying anything. As much as I believe it's a sin to talk during mealtime, I put my spoon straight up like an archaeologist on the bottom of a pot of soup and scratched the floor hot. As soon as I recalled the annoying sound, my body reacted on its own. Nature will not see three men in work clothes or taxi drivers. But you felt there was something there. I left the analogy to the senses and continued to smoke. The focus was on eating, not explaining the shape of the customers in the store.

The boiling soup was placed in front of me. The floor looked at the soup and heard the rice air covered with lid. You hold the silver stainless rice air in both hands, shake it up and down, then tilt it obliquely into the soup. I did not put excessive movements in. As it is, I feel like I'm repeating what happened during the day. I didn't snort and smell the gumbo, and I didn't look down with a dazzling look on my face. I just picked up a spoon and fixed my gaze on the TV that was hanging on the wall. The match between Silver Star Dragon and Eagles was broadcasting. With a spoon, I took the rice only into the soup, and dipped one large dice in the soup. After that, I ate. I opened my eyes and stared at the TV and mechanically chewed the soup.

Meals are important. If it was rice from a hungry beggar for days, he would have looked at it with a joyful look and given thanks to the God who gave him a piece. However, general meals were important but frequent. Few people focus on chewing as often as they do. Unpretentious, savory scent, but no more worthwhile, wooden soup. How many tremblers are there in that bowl? I chewed and drank. It did not give meaning to the meal more than the meal. I slowly ate the food and ate the soup.

Flooring reminded me of the past when the soup in the image was reduced by half. Memory of my past life. I remembered the wooden gourd that supported the morning of the bus driver over forty years ago. The flavor was pale, but the seasoning was so cheap that I pulled the soup from the past and put it on the table. What you experienced, but will now be packed For what my father went through. I've heard stories from you.

I didn't cry. He bites the tip of the spoon and does not frown arrogantly. I just looked at the soup for a long time. I remember the chilly air of the dawn, flipping the dice inside, sweeping through the sunken rice bowl, and enjoying a cheap cup of coffee I had with my colleague before I left. Gukbab was a crossroads between life and life. Memories are permeated in every egg that swims through the greasy soup. The memory of having to apologize all the way to a broken air conditioning or return point, the memory of having a bad time in winter, the memory of having to insult a young man who doesn't know his name, and the face of people who suddenly gave out a cold drink and smiled.

I did, and it took me a while to laugh and then disappeared. The floor leans in and scratches at the rice inside. I put it in my mouth until the last one and looked at the TV for a moment. It's a home run. He steals the sweat from under his nose with his thumb.

I got up from my seat and called my aunt. I took the money out and took the mint out of the plastic bucket on the right of the register. I came out of the shop biting my mouth. I turned to nature as I felt the stakes hanging under my tongue.

“That's all for now.”

“Sit down again. ”

It was nature pointing to the chair without interruption. The floor sat on a chair.

“What was in the store that brought you here? ”

“There was a taxi driver and a day-worker. It had a savory scent. My father said, if you want fat, rich soup, go where the sweaty people are gathering. ”

“Yes, that's good. Overall, the power of dragging smoke was fine. It was a little boring, but the smile that gave me points changed the mood. What was the meaning of that smile? I felt like I was looking somewhere else, not now. ”

“I was eating soup during the day and watching a baseball game, and my father reminded me. He loved the beggar soup. No, you liked it more than you liked it. It was the soup you ate while you were working. ”

I bounced my head as if nature understood. The floor, which was preparing the explanation, had to shut up about the question that did not return.

“I loved that look, that look. You see how excited I am? That was exactly the act I wanted. Happily ever after, and a wagon. ”

Nature hit the table with a thumping sound and liked it. Nature bounced her elongated finger across the audition hall, exhaling a sweet sigh and returning to her seat.

“It was Mr. Hangul, right? ”

“Yes.”

“It was on me. Don't go anywhere. You have to work with me. Well, there's only one left. ”

I saw an understanding that nature was waiting on one side.

“Is Mr. Jeongyeong ready? ”

“Yes? Oh, yes. ”

It was a calm walk. The floor gets up from the chair and pulls back. Now that I have passed, I can only wait comfortably.

The sail takes a few trembling breaths and then starts acting. Likewise, I started eating the Uzi soup after ordering it. Her acting was something she could see comfortably. He neither cried nor cheered. She also didn't give the meal any meaning over the meal.

The floor carefully observed the smoke. Passive people were generally sensitive to their surroundings. When used well, it has the ability to receive a variety of information stereoscopically. It's a treasure to actors. She also released the smoke in detail. I tried to describe the characteristics of the volunteers who were sitting with me, and I also showed them in detail what was on the corner of the table. "Okay," the floor exclaimed. The format was somewhat formal. All that was left was the detonator. Plain acting is not fun. It was time for a tangy sauce.

I finished the smoke by putting down the soup which had been lifted by the boat. Nature opened her mouth after looking at the sea without speaking for about five seconds.

"Is that all?"

"Yes."

"The acting was good, but you know what's a waste?"

"I don't know."

"Drama."

"Yes?"

"There was no drama. What does smoke exist for? Is that all you have to do? No. If you take shape, you can do a machine. Drama, human acting, has to have drama. Of course, it doesn't mean Mr. Jeongyeong couldn't do it. It means it's a pity. a hundred, maybe a thousand times better than the mosquitoes that we've lost before. If you develop a little bit more of your acting brain, you're going to be a great actor."

It was a generous compliment. The sail on my shoulder finally smiles shyly.

"Two. Oh, Mr. Manjin, hurry up. Take Mr. Democrat over there who keeps snooping around. Here's a tip for Mr. Touch before we break up: don't overdo it. Did you really eat like that at dinner? Did you groan every time you chew a bowl of rice? Think about it. Sometimes overexpression is necessary, but it's not always about appearances. I'm telling you because I can see the bud. I'll see you later."

It was such a heartless mouth and tongue.

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I'm here to play.

My family is sleeping next to me.

I'm writing.

Haha... good.

Ha... ha... ha...

Are you having a successful holiday?

I'm not sure if I'm on vacation or working.

- Yeah.

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Referrals, always appreciated.

Coupon, thank you. I write thanks to you.

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