Life, Once Again!

Open your eyes and look at the clock. 6: 59. An electronic clock flashing red beeps as it points to 7 o'clock. Jun-min turns off the clock alarm and covers her eyes with her palms. Two minutes ago, she was in the past. The most passionate and pure of times. The dream did not feel like a dream, but it left a long fantasy like what happened yesterday. Joon-min sighed slowly and heard the remnants of her dreams.

It was a dream I had for a long time. He was on a university road, where he met her. One car made love, promised success, whispered about the future, and took everything away. The dream ended there. As soon as I got the news of her accident on the phone, the darkness swallowed her up and her eyes opened.

I wiped the wet neck with the back of my hand. The nurse's voice still lingers in my ears. We look at your recent calls and are in touch. Jung Hae has been in a car accident.

Joon-min went to the living room. A bright-eyed puppy suddenly gathers at your feet. Reflexively, I pulled the feed out of the cupboard. I smiled as I was pouring the food into the bowl. Dog food comes before my thirst.

I fed him and drank water. The dream's luck hardly ever went away. The body seemed to remain in the past. At the time I got the call that I was in an accident.

I pressed my temples as hard as I could. I prayed that the stinging pain would lift my dreamy mind, but it didn't do me much good. You pick up the puppy that sits on the back of your foot and place it on your thigh. The snorer lets out a deep breath as if he had found his nest. Joon-min stroked the dog's head to tail slowly. The soft yet smooth texture coming up on the palm of my hand was similar to when I touched his arm. Joon-min regained his consciousness. She was too old to die.

Why did I have to do it? Jun-min raises an old question that made him protect himself. I'd rather die myself. I wish I had died instead of her, who glowed with all kinds of possibilities and talents, but followed a half-dead dream with half-dead eyes.

A sleeping puppy raises her head and bites her finger with clumsy teeth. Joon-min put the dog on the ground. A gentle puppy ducks behind the table bridge, vigilant. Joon-min got up from his seat and saw the mirror he had set up in the living room. A skinny man in his fifties looks fierce. It seemed to kill a man.

I sighed and sat on the couch. I wonder how much self-loathing sank in a psychiatric consultation again. I remembered a friend who told me not to overdo it, but to keep trying to find emotional stability. If he owes his mind again, he will surely be angry. And then they'll tell you they'll take a look at you.

Joon-min slowly turns his head and searches the inside of the house. These were achieved after she died. No company, no home, no people. Things she couldn't have dreamed of herself before she died, so easily accomplished after she died.

In retrospect, it was an astonishing move. Touching grew rapidly for each new actor. It wasn't once or twice. When I raised it, it became an icon for a year, and money rolled in from everywhere. The reputation has risen, and the reputation has brought people in. JA Production has been the cornerstone of every success.

Joon-min looked at the rising sun slowly. To himself, she was like that sun. The only woman who can defeat the dark and bring light to life. Undetermined Lee Jun-min was a pathetic human being who could never succeed or move into the future. But ironically, after her death, everything went well.

Suddenly, everything I could see felt strange. Suddenly, there was a question as to why I was able to succeed. We can now judge the success of individuals based on their experience and accumulated data, but Lee Jun-min in his 30s would not have been able to. But every underlying actor had a tremendous success.

I felt like I found a piece of the puzzle that I was looking at well and proud of. That's a pretty big piece.

Joon-min went to the library feeling nervous. I pulled out one of the plastic files on the shelf side by side. Inside was a diary that had been written for a long time. Among the journals organized by date, I took out the diary from the year she died. My diary, which was used to prevent me from painting with excitement and joy, was cut off in the middle. When I heard about the accident. It began to be reused two months after her funeral.

It was so hard to recognize that it looked like it was being chased by something. The moment I saw the writing, my feelings came back to life. I was obsessed with madness. Her love for her has transitioned to raising a star that resembles her. Joon-min sighed low. At the time, he dreamed of suicide. I tried, but when that moment came, there was nothing I could do. He was a coward, so he couldn't keep up with her, so he became obsessed with something like her and lived a long life. At that time, I understood my feelings and thoughts that I didn't know at that time. Pity blooms.

Subsequent journals began to be covered with success stories. No details were written. I met someone on the street. I helped my debut because I saw the possibility.

More than ten actors were written that way. Nothing was written about what they saw and valued. Joon-min focused his thoughts, feeling the camouflage. In the past, he returned to the moment he hungered for casting.

“Why did I cast them? ”

I did what I did, but I wondered. The memory was not intact. The conclusion that came from the sum of the remaining memories in one piece was absolutely absurd. Jun-min pulls out another file that's in the bookshelf. It was a file that captured the profiles and photos of the people who initially cast during JA production.

Some of the prints were colorful, but most of them were coated and easy to recognize. Joon-min examined the appearance of actors he cast and raised each year. Kim Seung-jin, the actor who debuted at home. I now live in the United States, but I was a star ten years ago.

“I picked this guy. ”

Joon-min danced with a picture. He was such a jerk. He was not a person who meant to act. Construction site worker with a reasonable profile. I recalled. I convinced him that he should approach the construction site and become an actor. Joon-min was creeped out. On what basis did he make his debut by scoring and persuading him too much as an actor? Promising to give $10 million in cash at the time of the failure. I had a better chance of making money with a slot machine at the casino.

I have heard the following examples: This time she was a woman, highly acclaimed for her role in the drama, and the CF's were wiped out in the CF world, called queens, requiring advanced imagery. Seeing her profile picture, Joon lets out a sigh because of her itchy head. The older woman was never able to say elegant. He weighed 90 pounds at the time. She worked long hours in a hospital that changed day and night, and her balance was in chaos. It was not a wood that could become an actress. Now, if it were up to me, I would have sent it right back after I told you to take it off and talk to me. The actress eats ramen the day before and can't film it enough that it is slightly swollen. The woman in the profile had a look and body that could not be an actress at all.

But the past self persuaded her to go into healthcare. The result was the birth of a stolen actress who joined a class of diet and acting, paying her three times the wages she was paid each month.

Other actors were similar. Often, actors were drawn out of the theater, but not quite so. Surprisingly, he didn't even focus on his appearance like street casting. People of all walks of life and successes have made dramatic debuts. There was no gambling like this. Maybe the past itself was overwhelmed.

Jun-min opened a file compiling his interviews. The title 'Maestro of New Person Excavation’ caught my eye. Joon-min quickly read the contents of the interview. In the middle of an interview that led to a success story, there was a text that I wanted.

-Audition is famous for casting actors without seeing talent, is there a different recipe? Or is it an adventurous style?

His answer to the question was very simple. I see it. It was said through a few sentences, but the point is, I just see it. The question followed by what it looked like, what the reference point was, but the past self concluded the interview with a concrete answer.

Joon-min felt dizzy. After Hae died, he ran for 17 years without looking back. In fact, I didn't have the courage to look back. It is to face the death of the blessing of staring into the past. Success was thought to be a byproduct of his ability in the accumulated real estate and human property, but he was not human enough to achieve this success in the past.

This interview and the recorded facts were telling. I tasted success in a strange way, like a fist bump. How is this possible?

Jun-min returned to the living room. 30 minutes, 1 hour...... He tried to refresh his memory, but didn't come up with the most important part. It was clear that he had met, raised and succeeded the actor, but I couldn't think of the really necessary question: Why did you choose him and her?

It was a shame, but I recalled the interview. Even the moment I was interviewed, the reporter who was sitting in front of me couldn't remember why he said, "I saw it." It's like the memory's been ripped away.

“How did I succeed? ”

The question that began in the dream was seldom solved.

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After entrusting the dishes to the sea, the floor entered the room. I sat in the chair, put the power on the computer, and the desktop appeared with a large number of icons. I turned on the internet and connected to my blog I recently became a ghost blog because I did not manage it, but I wrote quite thoroughly in the first grade. Among them, it was the diary that increased the page without filtering out a single day. Clicked on the diary page Although it didn't matter what it looked like or the day of the play was public, most of it was kept private.

Flooring saw the first diary written after opening the blog by rolling the wheel mouse. The journal that started as unbelievable ended with a commitment to how to live.

I looked at the next journal. I noticed a subtle article written like writing a work and report. Who I met, what I was doing, and what I was preparing for, and the past self wrote very quickly.

The floor scratches its eyebrows. I can still feel the camouflage. He was not this meticulous. I preferred to be flexible when things came up before the plan. He did not get caught up in the line of work and went to road managers because he believed that he could be resolved in any way when he hit small businesses.

But two years ago, the newly reincarnated self was worried about the future to the point of feeling slightly paranoid. It's like someone who fails once and then disappears.

“I did write one, but I have a memory of it, which is strange. ”

Was it because he was anxious right after he was reincarnated?

The floor narrows its eyes and reads.

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Spider webs on top of the liquid crystal should be used without any discomfort.

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

i've seen v20, but it's expensive!

They say the sound quality is great, but it's like a burner phone.

Yeah, sure.

I'll see you after midnight.