Life, Once Again!

“Journalist, I'm not wrong, am I? ”

“Well, I'm just a little curious. Being busy with drama and stuff, spending time in school clubs and clubbing activities that are irrelevant to you. ”

“You must know I'm a theater lady. ”

“Of course I'm preparing for the interview. It's a minimal courtesy. ”

“I'm impressed. You did all that research for me. ”

She smiles and wants to intervene, but she can't say anything because there's a thick wall surrounding the two of them. I wondered why the wall was built. Why does the floor look like it's pulling up? Why does the reporter leave out the obvious questions? It was all a question.

“But you found out through someone else that the film festival is starting, and you got a recommendation? ”

“Yeah, that's true, anyway. ”

“Who suggested it? ”

“Why are you curious about him? I'm curious about the situation. ”

The old reporter wiped his lower lip slightly with his pinky. Red lipstick on my finger. In Conch's eyes, it looked like blood.

“Maru, do I feel strange? Why does it look like you hate me? ”

“No way. I want to answer your question sincerely. But I want to talk to you about me and Conca and the film festival, and I keep asking you personal questions, so I'm in a hurry. You know, it's rare for a student like us to be in a magazine. I just want to be good at saving my chances. ”

“Sounds like I'm asking a strange question. ”

“It's not weird, but if that sounds like it, there's nothing else I can tell you. ”

When she laughed, she sniffed cold kiwi juice. The conversation seemed to only burn itself, even though two people were talking. I felt like I was lying between low growling dogs with my teeth exposed.

I lowered my phone under the table and quickly teased my finger. It is possible for any Korean high school student to send a text message without seeing it.

The floor's phone cried.

“Wait a minute.”

She opened the folder and smiled lightly as she looked at the reporter named Cow while the floor was checking the text. Journalist smiles face to face The air that was bent like a needle was released at once, and the fight seemed to lie between the two people who had felt it just now.

“Carry on.”

Maru said, "I'm not angry," showing the answer to the text in action. Smiles, but the eyes are cold. Conch remembers the look on her face when she first saw her scenario. It was very similar to now. He clearly didn't like the situation.

“I'm sorry if I offended you. I am solely responsible for failing to proceed with the interview, so if there is any inconvenience, please let me know immediately. ”

“There's no such thing. As I said before, I just wanted you to focus on the conch and film festival rather than me. It's a movie magazine, and I think it's better to interview the filmmaker in the future. ”

The conch saw a floor tapping its shoulder lightly. I felt two feelings at the same time. The faithfulness of the senior who takes care of his successor, and the nervousness of turning the conversation to avoid awkwardness.

The old journalist nodded once and changed the subject. Everything that followed was about the film festival. When talking about the episode at the awards ceremony, especially the part where the market went out in the middle, the old reporter was really angry. At least that's what the conch looked like.

“Did you have a hunch you'd get a target before you heard the accusation? ”

The atmosphere of the interview was moderated. Conch said happily, forgetting the neurological warfare between the floor and the old reporter.

“I didn't expect that. Of course, I was confident that I would get a prize, but I didn't know that it was a target. ”

“For once, I was willing to accept one of the prizes? ”

“Yes, it was hard, and the results were good. The camera that my senior lent me helped a lot. It was good quality.”

“I liked working with cameras more than quality. Image quality is somewhat problematic with a good camera, but the focus or angle of each cut does not look good with a good camera. After a few trial and error, it takes a little getting used to the camera to get an angle on the image. ”

“That's right, I had a really hard time supervising the cameras. I begged him to do it again a few times. Oh, we worked together on the floor. I did it, and then I looked at the screen, but the two of you had to keep moving. ”

“Supervision brings out the best in people in each part. Physical labour intensity is too high to be a problem. ”

The old reporter paused the recorder once and then turned it back on. I wrote something on the notebook. When I moved to the ground later, I seemed to have a clear point for editing.

“How about a lesson from the director's eyes? ”

The cow answered without hesitation.

“Excellent. Honestly, it's hard to play the character in the classroom. It wouldn't have tasted so good if it was someone else because it was static and detailed emotional acting. ”

“The floor made it possible? ”

“Of course. I didn't ask you to do anything else. ”

“Trust is thick. Assuming someone suggested that the floor knew the conch, how did the conch know the floor? You knew him before? ”

Conch shakes her head.

“We didn't know each other. I knew him unilaterally. I saw you acting on TV first. And I went to the theater department to see if it was real. I'd be disappointed if it wasn't as real as the acting on the screen, not you. As soon as I saw it, I put the protagonist on the floor. ”

“What would you have done if the floor hadn't? ”

I said, "Well, I'm not really a no-go kind of guy. If you did, let it happen. That's my way. ”

“Passionate. It's a power that's hard to see in kids these days. Are you still interested in the movie and trying to catch a career? ”

“I'm not sure yet. I want to stab the sky, but I have to think about reality. I don't want to live a life hungry for money. ”

“That breaks the hearts of many anonymous directors. I'd like to try. With this level of sensation, you should be able to keep up the good work. ”

“Thank you. I'll bear that in mind when I'm tired. ”

“It would be an honor. Don't forget me when it works out. ”

“Yes, thanks to reporter Guura, if it works out." ”

It was an interview in progress. Various stories have come and gone, so there should be enough. I was a little nervous and nervous because of the first interview, but my mouth was not stiff because of the proficient progress of the old reporter.

“Then, in closing, how many questions should I ask the floor? I think I've heard enough about you. ”

“Yes! Tell me more about yourself. because, as I predicted, it's going to be a really big learning experience. ”

I sighed and drank the remaining juice. I don't think fancy snow is gonna happen again. It was time to relax and look at the mouth of the old journalist.

“What's been the hardest part of filming this movie? ”

“I thought it was hot. There was a scene that was sweaty and had to walk in the sun, so it was hard. ”

“Do you pay a lot of NGs? ”

“Well, I don't know what my director thinks, but I'm not paying. ”

Conch said she quickly wrote down NGs.

“You're good. There are fewer NGs while acting like that. Seems like a lot of emotional stunts to me, too. I think it's a gift to be able to digest it without pressure. ”

The Guyura reporter took the cup to his mouth and said in a passing tune.

“The JA production that recognizes such talent is remarkable. ”

I saw the conch floor. He didn't say anything.

“Speaking of which, how's JA production? It's where the hottest actors are these days. Will Maru also be the star of the future? ”

He was an old journalist speaking with a big smile. It's a cow, "he said. The old journalist seemed to be able to say good things about you.

“You don't know that. ”

“Why? It's a great place for JA. You can be more confident. ”

“I'm terminal. I'm not getting any help. You'll help me if I get used to it. ”

It was an incomprehensible action. I wanted to teach her to speak nicely to the floor. The only reason I was holding back was because I was afraid that something would happen if I said it out of my mouth. Today, he was very poisonous when he made a scary face.

The old reporter, who put a pen between his fingers and waved slowly to the left and to the right, cried. He seemed angry in a different way from his senior.

“There's a reporter on the jury about JA, did you know that? ”

In an unfamiliar story, I saw an old reporter named Cow. The sweet face that had been building so far had disappeared and had the eyes of the fleshling in front of the food. The conch tightens its toes. The atmosphere was unusual. I realized it was time to save my breath. Her intuition also called for her to keep an eye on her future brother.

“No.”

As opposed to the old journalist blowing up ice pellets, the floor looked stretched. I yawned. It looked like someone else because it was completely different from the way it was five minutes ago. A former journalist nervously tapped the table with the tip of a pen.

“I'm not asking you any different. It just is.”

“Yes, I know. I thought it was a useless question. ”

“It's a useless question. My heart hurts a little. ”

“If you're sick, I apologize. I felt like someone else was sitting there, not a magazine reporter, because it had nothing to do with interviews. You didn't set up this interview just to do something trivial, did you? ”

The gossip story, Conch, empowered her eyes with the sound of her ears and saw an old journalist.

“I don't know what you're talking about. ”

“If the interviewer doesn't know what he or she stands for, and he or she doesn't understand what he or she is saying, then the interview could look like this. wasted time, or helpless interviews of incompetent interviewers. ”

The old reporter smiled widely. She lowers her pen and holds up the photo machine.

“Can we take a picture? ”

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“Is that him? ”

Guura pushed the cigarette to the tip of his lips. I was furious. I grabbed the wheel and went to work. I couldn't stand it, so I had to stop on the side of the road and swear.

- Old reporter.

“Yes.”

- I think I forgot who's on the other side of the phone.

Guyura dropped her cigarette and bit her lower lip. The lid was open but not paralyzed by the crisis.

“I'm sorry. I was so mad at Jules for leaving like a mule. ”

- I like old journalists. Female, but hardcore coverage, connections, and writing skills. That's why I left it there. I got to see the old reporter again. I can't believe you ended up with this lame interview because you couldn't bake a kid.

“I'm sorry, but as you may have heard, she's not normal. I used to drink alcohol when I was on the air, but I blocked all the avenues to the center of the case, as if I knew this plan from the meadow. I haven't done it once or twice. You know, with a pre-interview from someone else and a question censored. He wasn't the kind of kid to go around. ”

- I know that. Be careful to respond and express opinions. It's like a politician's answer.

“You had a consultant. Maybe our intel leaked in advance? Mr. Hong.”

- I'll see what I can do. Anyway, I want you to fill out an interview. Make sure you don't write anything that sucks.

“Yes, I have journalist pride. We're going to do the interview right. ”

- Yeah, well done. I'll see you at the hotel next time.

“Okay. Ah, Mr. Hong. Thank you for the tea."

I'm good to my people.

Guyura hung up quietly.

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Today's newsroom was more fun than any Korean novel.

Don't watch my novel. Watch the news.

My novel is a long way from being able to follow reality these days.

I need to run more MSGs.

Dougherty!!!!

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Referrals, always appreciated. Sunsilk must be watching too.

Coupon, thank you. Sometimes I feel like I'm being manipulated by something, and I wonder if it's a recommendation or a coupon.

Completed:

Pharynx.

It's a novel that scares the pharynx and makes them less fantasy...