Life, Once Again!

“Do you still have something to see? ”

The floor takes its eyes off the script. Hyung-seok was looking at the script and his face with excitement and anxiety. It seemed like the child from the river was wondering what would happen if he dipped his foot in it.

“Is that you?”

The floor said, writing a script. He was a self-sufficient young man on the set, though he was successful in his own business. It was good to choose questions and conversations as the best way to adapt to strange environments, but it was uncomfortable for the target to be himself.

“It's a waste not to be alone when Vivial Hill is right next to you. But what are you really looking at? There's only four lines in this scene. ”

“I get anxious if I don't keep looking at your line or a hundred lines. ”

“Are you nervous? ”

“Am I not supposed to be anxious? ”

“What did they say? I'm just surprised that's what you're saying. You're good at acting. I think I'll take care of that for you. ”

I thought I wished I could get rid of it. Practicing the script always came with a comfortable mind. Practice is a stress-free process that fails. No one blamed me for being short of breath, tongues twisted, and emotions in practice on my own. It was entirely about taking his time to take responsibility. The anxiety was after practice. The same was true of the play, but the waiting time just before entering the room was always anxious. When I see the members prowling on the stage, I don't know if I can do it right among them. It was also difficult to manage my mind by looking at the positive aspects of the thinking structure that reminded me of groaning after failure before succession. Draw a hopeful result on the board of life that is filled with incomplete elements. It was hard.

The script was the only way to escape the snarl of tension that exists between practice and the room. To strengthen the character, to recognize the probability of the situation, to give the reality of the scene, I have taken countless notes in the corners of the script, but recently I have learned that each of these actions was a means to get rid of the burden that the room has. The identity of the burden was fear. The reality of the horror that rises between practice and home was a dark truth embedded deep in his life. No matter how much I practiced, I felt helpless that this life was‘ real reality ’and that I couldn't go to the headquarters. The body was trembling with accumulated helplessness between practice and the studio before knowing the terrible truth of repetition.

“When I first performed in the movie, my line was one. ”

“That movie you were talking about? Was it the act of twilight?”

The floor nods.

“Just one line of dialogue. Nothing great. It was a line from a local punk. And I've practiced that line at least a thousand times. I was anxious. There was a sense of pressure that I should never fail before the greed to do well. It's the same now.”

“A thousand times. I can't even feel the numbers. ”

“I think I like to be efficient. Interpersonal relationships, work, everything. I like to get the best out of a minimal investment. But not as much as in the smoke. Overinvestment and inefficiency. Sometimes I can be so ignorant. I once said," Do I need to do this? "And every time I do, there's only one answer. It's still not enough."

Repeated reincarnation was like a long practice. All I could do waiting for the curtain call that had not yet come was practice my ignorance. I try to play the script. I try to move away from the script. All he could do was practice and practice everything he could to get the best results. Seeing that the dramatic end was not coming, I had to do it because if I gave up, it would be over.

As soon as I finished, I got a Standby sign. The floor placed the script at the bottom of the desk. The other interns waited in robes. Ji-Won appears on a streak. Natural PD was also with them.

“It's time for a snack break. Sit in your assigned seats and relax as much as you can. Don't be camera conscious. ”

Nature, who instructed the interns, took a circle around with her spirit and sheen. It seemed to tell me the route.

“Yoon Seo said next to him, and turned around and sat here like this. Hee Won is leaning next to him. How about a little light metabolism? I'll take the floor.”

Yoon Seo, who entered the break room entrance, grabbed Jiwon's arm. Ji-Won, who was dragged away, sits on a chair with her butt on the table and her shiny head tied up.

“Stop talking to him. There's nothing good in fighting. ”

The floor cracks its chin and opens its mouth.

“There you go again. Who did you fight this time? Mr. Choi or Mr. Park? ”

“Mr. Park. I can't eat this guy anyway.He keeps giving me his pouch. ”

“Migratory, go fuck yourself. If you want your internship to end smoothly. ”

The floor looks at the hope and throws a cookie in front of it. It was not the promised action, but I was confident that I would accept it. Ji-Won asked for sweets with his mouth. You stick your hand in the gown's pocket and grumble.

“What do I look like? ”

“I don't intend to fix it. You'll need your stamina to keep fighting. Eat this.”

I threw the cookie again. It was as addictive as I knew the director's propensity. Nature welcomed many attempts at rehearsal, away from script-driven acting.

Hwiwon took a chocolate cookie with his mouth, shoved it into his molar, and chewed a little. As I had predicted, he thought he was a natural. Although they could not read each other's intentions with their eyes alone, a vague sense of what the smoke in this moment would be like for each other. The moment Jiwon's eyes touched the snack, I thought of the character's tendency to move away from the rules like a degenerate, and I believed that if I threw it, I would eat it and be picky. Before throwing, Ji-Won flicked his eyebrows as if he had noticed the intent. Unmatched sums mean similar intelligence in looking for a way to act. The difference was that Pyongyang would have sensatively understood a whole series of processes. While he was starting with the sweets and reaching the answer that he was throwing through the nature of the character and the nature of the supervisor, he quickly came to the conclusion that he ‘eats.' It was a gift. The floor was a world of hope you never wanted to understand.

“Did you two make it up? ”

Nature asks. The floor shakes. He also adds that there is no time to talk to the lead actor.

“The floor showed me with its eyes. She and I have a deep connection. ”

“They say it's a deep relationship. ”

“Look, deep connection, right? ”

Jiwon smiles.

“Just do it when you get back on camera. It was okay. I knew if you stuck around, you'd be around. ”

“I haven't done anything. Don't do that. You know, there's nothing left on that plane. ”

“Who said that? I'm telling you the truth. All right, let's get ready and go. ”

The director turns around. The floor flicks its fingers and calls for joy.

“I'll throw it like before, so take it well. ”

“Come.”

He grabbed the cookie like before and threw it to Jiwon. It was a desire to eat skillfully and frown in one eye.

“Are you two close? ”

Yoon Seo spoke to me. Jiwon said, "I'm close.” I hit the player. He shrugs. They are close because they say they are close.

“I see. Are you naturally more of a bright person? I saw for a second that you fit the role. ”

“Just because an actor is a murderer doesn't make you a murderer, right? ”

“That was a stupid question. I'm sorry. I hated that comment, but I asked the same question. Wearing sexy clothes will definitely brighten you.You look like a whore. I've had enough of this.”

The floor scratched its eyebrows. While talking to Heewon, the horse went a little stiff.

“No, I thought I was being a little weird about that. It's always like this when I talk to him. His personality is mediocre. He has no place to go, no place of honor. ”

“Oh, yes. ”

During the conversation, you look back at the floor. Hyung-seok was stabbing me in the side. Quickly introduce me. That's what the wrinkles on his forehead were saying.

“The kid in the back is a fan. ”

“Really? Thank you. ”

Yoon Seo greeted Hyung-seok. Starting with that, the other interns took it out one by one. The floor quietly stood up and listened to the script placed under the desk.

"What happened last fall?"

Ji-Won asks as she pulls the script. Why didn't you ask me? I didn't think I'd ask you at a time like this.

"Nothing happened."

"Nothing happened. Apparently, there was something."

"There's no point."

"Was it really not there?"

"I have no obligation to tell you."

"Tell that to the man who made the arrangements. But I understand you won't be in touch after the fall. Didn't you hear about the fall?"

The floor has let go of the script. The script flies up into the sky and falls, her hands snapping behind her back. People stared quietly and soon turned their gaze away.

"What are you talking about? Fall has fallen."

"No big deal. Blood accumulation, whatever."

"Are you sure you're not hurt?"

"From what I hear. Call me if you have any questions. Don't you have contacts?"

Jiwon glanced back at me. The floor grabs hold of the phone in his pocket and releases it.

"I wish I wasn't hurt."

"I'll give you a call. I get upset if you don't pay attention when you're sick."

After I had a meaningful dream. A bunny left alone in the dark and a fallen fall. It was a coincidence that I had a hard time getting up. One death resulted in the beginning of life. A rabbit's analogy was the future that would come after the death of the autumn. It will probably be the end of the resurrection. The floor grips its teeth. It was not a rebirth that was forced to accept such an end.

"Don't look so scary, just call. Or text me. It's because I care. I don't know much about autumn, but at least I know you meant a lot to him. Well, you're on your own."

Heewon asked you to keep it a secret if you were going to contact Autumn. It was because I didn't want to get hit. The floor said, grabbing the script that fell to the ground.

"Thank you."

"If you thank me, help me when Hae-won gets away later. His radar network goes off easily when you're around. How I can trust you more than my brother. It's sad."

Cho told me that Cho is about to start. The floor takes a breath and sits down. It was time to focus on work.

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All the houses in the neighborhood disappeared.

I don't think I'm making much money these days.

There were so many...

If it's winter, it's hoe bread, hoe bread, and breadfish bread. It's a shame.

The hot cakes at the grocery store are dry... and I miss the thin, crunchy, hot cakes she grills whiskey on the street wagons.

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It was 801 times.

It's been a long time.