Life, Once Again!

“Then, Mr. Floor, next time, let's prepare a contract. ”

“I look forward to it. ”

The heavy, lightly shaken hand came out the front door. When I told him not to come out, he only drove me to the front of the elevator. The middle man who was riding before the elevator door closed said.

“The last independent film I filmed, after the Internet publication, responded fairly well. Take a look around when you have time. It was pretty commentful. ”

After returning home, Maru searched for the Independent Film Festival on his laptop. Competitive partial winners and a few video invitations were available through the portal site. Next to the disclosed video clips were views, comments, and a measure of popularity, Heart Mark, which boasted overwhelming numbers as a ‘starting point’. Other videos were viewed in a hundred units, but the number of views of the starting point was over 10,000.

I took a look at the comments, and it was clear that I was a top fan. It was called firepower support. Some people praised him for his performance, but the comments quickly got pushed back to the page. I glanced over about three pages of comments and turned off the window. There was no swearing. That was enough.

I sent Katoc to Sora. The video's on the Internet. The reply will be shortly. I was informed beforehand, but I forgot because I didn't have anything else to care about.

- How do people react?

- Days praising acting.

- I knew it.Any word on you?

- Sometimes there's one.

- You want me to go change the comment? Get to know a famous actor.

- I'd appreciate it if you'd do me a favor.

- It's not free. 20,000 won per hour.

If I wanted to do it for 20,000 won, Maru suddenly remembered an address while trying to turn off his laptop. I entered a fan cafe I had added to my favorites. I took a quick screen shot of the 'doctors’ and hung it on the gate. Fewer people were active, but fewer people were consistently managing cafes.

I entered the free board and left the video address. When I fled the army, I was a fan who managed the cafe for actors who didn't say goodbye. I had to communicate in the fall that I had to save my fans. Communication should tell us about the situation, but it would be better than keeping quiet.

“Thank you for cheering me on. I'll repay you with a good act. ”

I read the title out loud. It was a title I wrote at the end of thinking about a few times. I mixed up martial arts and put some trendy words together. Then, I didn't have the courage to change it so boldly. With my mouth, I was confident that even a stranger would have the audacity to embarrass Serena. It was hard to convey emotions by text unless it was someone close by.

After checking the post, I turned off the laptop. The word "fan" still seemed distant from him. If someone approaches you and asks you to sign, you'll start doubting. That's not gonna happen, is it? I don't have a sign for it anyway.

When I got up from my seat and prepared to clean up, the autumn sign came into the floor. I looked carefully at the signature on the picture frame and brought A4 paper and pen from the room. Sitting on the floor, I twisted the word "bump" into the corner. I couldn't figure out what it said because of the pencil. I couldn't write with worms, so I carefully wrote one letter at a time. Just like elementary school students practice Korean language.

I turned my head as I wrote my name over and over again, looking at the dog as if it were pathetic. I was looking for food in my time to do such things. The floor crumpled a piece of paper with its name on it and threw it in the trash.

“I know, man. There's nothing you can do to sign it. But I was practicing just in case. ”

I hesitated because I was embarrassed. The dog grabbed my bowl and put it down in front of me. I'm still staring, so feed me. ’It was an occasional thought that might contain the soul of a wrongly reborn human. I followed the feed and sent a message to Autumn. The starting point is on the Internet, so take a look when you have time.

The dog snored into the bowl and finished cleaning the living room while eating the food. I felt it wouldn't be a bad idea to write about myself as a housewife in the job description after removing the frame with a dustpan. Laundry, cleaning and cooking have gone beyond hobbies to the level of speciality. I stopped after I finished filming hard, imagining myself smiling, accepting the autumn coat that was coming in. I felt like it was going to happen. Not bad, but you have to feed your wife and kids.

- I saw a movie. Aren't you about to become famous?

It was autumn's message around the end of the toilet cleaning. It was lunchtime, so I was free. I asked him how he was doing, and the crying emoticon returned. I remembered her face, struggling because there was so much smoke that I had to use strong emotions.

- I'll make you something good when you get home. Cheer up.

- So, shall we go today?

- Aren't we filming till dawn?

- I'll see you after. Nowadays, it reminds me of that place before my house.

- Then we should call it our home. Do you want something to eat? Not too hard.

- Low calories, but delicious.

- Food that doesn't exist in this world.

- Then the big one. Just two shots of soju in there.

- I'll boil some seafood, so work hard and come in.

- All right, I'm gonna go ahead and act.

The floor immediately left the house with a basket. You can't boil seafood with an empty refrigerator. I left home after taking away the whimpering one. When I saw the scratch on the front door, I had to go and go for a walk. Or you could have stayed up all night interrupting your sleep.

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My mind already sat in front of the seafood table with a spoon. Fall listened to the script, engraving in my mind the words of the floor to look forward to.

After work, I went into a house with lights out and took out a handful of nuts and fruit from the refrigerator. When I was chewing the cold food sitting on the table, I felt depressed and did not open the refrigerator, but I often fell on my bed. When things were tough, I cried. I thought she was a woman who could enjoy solitude, but the solitude that was built up on top of her was not something to enjoy. Living alone, eating alone. There were times when I was happier to be alone in an empty house, but I often missed living with my mom who used to throw horses into the air. I encouraged myself that someday this loneliness would go away, but one day I came quickly.

Now I think of Banpo-dong apartments filled with gray wallpaper and white and black furniture rather than Seocho-dong apartments that had been undergoing weeks of hard work to complete interior decoration. A funny man who wears a thick mint flavor, the sound of a cheerful dog's feet on the floor, and comes out every time wearing a pink apron as a joke. Unlike the Seocho Dong Apartment, which only heard refrigerator crying when I opened the door, there was no time to be lonely there. Since the word "home" became "place to wait" in "fixed accommodation," autumn welcomed the way home more than ever before.

“You look good today. ”

The tilt sits next to him and says,

“Good. I slept well. ”

“I want to sleep well too. I haven't been sleeping well lately. ”

“I like the oil cars for insomnia. ”

“Really? I need a drink. ”

After hearing what a tilt looks like from the floor, autumn did not turn off the observation for a moment. The result of studying for the past few days was that he was also a gentleman. Friendly, kind and smiling. Has it changed, or is it hiding? The floor told me to judge directly, but I felt a warning that I should never believe in strong rain. I don't like doubting people, but I couldn't help but notice how terrible the past was. A joke that hurt people was something they couldn't understand on a common sense ship.

“It's about to get cold. ”

Gyu said.

“I think the autumn is getting shorter. It's the same with spring.”

“I hope it's less cold this year. It was so cold last year. ”

“I know. ”

Tilt, which was chatting, stood up after a call from the PD. Autumn puts the script aside and looks at the tilt of the conversation from a distance. When the rumored PD faced the wind, it became an award for smiling. Are all acts of encouragement to people acting? If it really was an act, a strong rain man was fit to be the character of a horror novel. Nothing's scarier than that.

“Sir, what are you doing here? ”

The PD, who was talking to Gyu, speaks up, looking at the set entrance in a loud voice. Autumn looked back. The busy staff freezes for a moment and then shifts away. Lee Mi-yoon was walking through the center. The fall rises from its seat and lowers its head slightly toward Miyun. An enormous earring glances past me. The eyes meet. The autumn doesn't look away, and she doesn't blink until she passes.

“Stupid things don't change. ”

Mi-yoon said in a small voice that would only be heard for autumn. My eyes started to twitch by themselves. He was determined to fight. I would have been cheaper to taunt, but I've been holding out face to face for five years.

“Sunbae, you have beautiful earrings today. ”

“Really?"

“Maybe.”

Mi-yoon kicked her tongue out loud and passed by. Autumn sat down, unfolding the script.

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I'm glad you like corn so much.

I should love to just steam, but I have to love the salty corn because it tastes like chowder.

The grilled corn from the rest stop is really good...

Oh, I tried corn when I was in Busan, but I couldn't find it and couldn't eat it. That white powder looks really good.

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Referrals, always appreciated.

Coupon, thank you. Thanks to you, I rent a room.

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