Life, Once Again!

“Old school, lunchbox. ”

“Thank you.”

“But can it be this hot in the fall? You're not sweating. ”

“Just a little longer. You'll be trembling with cold soon enough. At that time, you'll be grateful to be dressed this thick. It's better than standing at the entrance of the castle in a blanket at night. ”

“That's also true. ”

The floor opened the lid of the lunchbox with chopsticks. Stir-fried beef with a strong liver was dry rice, but the market was drunk because of the side dishes. I inhaled a hot miso without a stick. The night breeze caused me to warm up.

“I think the director asked me to eat with him. ”

“I'm comfortable here. ”

I gave Mr. Choi a Bottle of Mineral Water. I couldn't help but notice the beggar village gathering to eat. While running around, there was gasoline on my face, and my clothes were covered in dirt. A young friend who was eating laughs when he saw the person next to him. I told them to take a bath and watch each other's backs.

“The atmosphere at the last shooting site was a little off, but today it's nice to have a lot of firepower. Everyone was so frustrated just looking at their cell phones and not saying a word. ”

“You were stuffing your earphones in until the floor talked to you. ”

“Mister, when did I get bruised again? I just had something to think about. ”

“Son of a bitch, where are you lying? Hey, did you see what you were doing back there? ”

“You see. Having a hefty mouth like this. ”

“You guys are so mean. ”

Regardless of age, people gathered together and enjoyed talking. The floor liked this view. It was also why I was always on the ground looking for a place where assistants or performers were present. Some people do this just for money, but some have actor dreams in one corner of their chest. The fact that I had a common dream made my story come alive. Listening to their conversation made me feel like my worn parts were gnawing and wiping and shining again without realizing it. Passion, effort, challenge. A long time ago, I remembered the senior citizen talking with his assistants. It will be unaware of it.

“Maruya, come here for a second. ”

Park Hoon called from afar. The floor leaves an empty lunchbox and takes a quick walk.

“Do it once. ”

“Bladed to death? ”

“No, arrows. I want you to recite the line at the gate in a big way and be shot with an arrow. ”

“If it's a face, I'm touched. ”

“The lines. ”

Park Hoon clears his voice, shouting with his chest wide open.

“Dog mongrels! I'm LEE Jeong-kyung! Take my neck and go! ”

It was so loud that people around me were winking at it. Park Hoon stabs himself in the chest with his index finger, then stutters and distorts his face.

“I feel like this. ”

“His name is LEE Jeong-kyung? ”

“Yes. I set up a ball during the war, but my internal politics are failing me, and I come to the gates and choose suicide instead of fleeing in my foul mind. ”

“You're a wise man. ”

“Make sure that the prudent side is exposed. Cho told the makeup team to go. ”

Park Hun told me to grab the radio and get ready, and I said, "I'm going to start filming from a little distance." I heard the director's voice.

“What did he say?”

Hyung-seok, who was far away, came over and asked.

“Die wisely. ”

“What are you talking about? ”

“There is such a thing. I'm gonna be gone for a while. Good luck. ”

“I've done this a few times. I'll take care of it, so you play your part well. ”

Actors passed a bus that was resting and arrived in a makeup car. As Park Hoon said, we talked about it in advance, so as soon as we left, we sat down in a chair and made up again. I turned on my tux and changed into a short uniform. The beard was only slightly attached to the bottom of the nose. I finished dressing up and moved to the front gate. The guard with the torch stands in a row at the top of the gate. Park Hoon and the actors were rehearsing in front of the locked gate.

“Come here. ”

Park Hoon raises his hand. Since there was a gathering of actors, I ran quickly.

“He's going to die. ”

“Hello, I'm Hangul. ”

The actors who do not fall away from the traditional drama gave encouragement to sweep the director's face and try it soon.

“Seeing Director Park greet you, you must be acting. ”

“Take a good look, sunbae. This is his stuff."

“Stuff? Director Park should be able to see it that well. ”

The floor saw an actor stretching out his hand suddenly. He was a classical actor who played a thick musical role in both drama and contemporary drama. When studying performances in Marudo drama, the old days used to be a material for acting. Mid-tone and accurate pronunciation were textbook acts that could go halfway. The floor shook his hand and introduced itself again.

“Nice to meet you. I don't know if it's old-fashioned. ”

It was an old-fashioned way of saying 'Alanga’ like English.

“I studied a lot when I saw you acting. ”

“Really? Then you have to pay the tuition fee. I wish you'd studied my acting. ”

“I'll buy you a coffee later. ”

“I like the vending machine, not the annex. ”

“I'll take you to 400 won. ”

“I know this guy. I made it easier for him to talk, okay? ”

“If you hadn't, I wouldn't have known what to do with my discomfort. ”

I shook my hand up and down with a big old smile.

“But where is the family? Are you doing this alone when you're young? ”

“Sunbae, he's in a thick place. ”

Park Hoon intervened and said JA.

“Was Joon-min your brother's child? Taeho must be there too. ”

“Yes, that's right. ”

“Did Director Park say it was his? He's not the only one who keeps it down. The last friend I saw, yeah, last day. He was being naughty, too. ”

Old fashioned said, "Let's do well on our shoulders."

“Stand by, please. ”

Cho cried out. The old days went up the gate. The archer is old-fashioned. The floor looks at the grizzly hut moving along the wall. When I received the lights installed on my left and right, the old fashioned line suddenly metabolized. Your voice sounds clear as if you have a microphone.

The floor waits under the wall while the old-fashioned smoke finishes. The camera settings changed after the scene where the old-fashioned protests were stocked.

“I'm going to start by shouting. Then I'm gonna get blood in my mouth and then I'm gonna cut it off. ”

After listening to Park Hoon's explanation, I stood in front of the wall. Dozens of people draw a semicircle back and wait. I looked into the eyes of acting actors. I raise my fist overhead, but it seems to be a sign of strength.

The old fashioned on the top of the gate was looking down. It was dark, so I couldn't see very well, but I could feel one eye winking and smiling. He was pleasant.

“Get the camera ready. Three, two, one. ”

Que!

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“Dog mongrels! I'm LEE Jeong-kyung! Take my neck and go! Come on!"

I could barely hear myself digging. The Old Testament looked carefully at the follower who was screaming. One of the reasons the younger generation struggled with the drama was because of the unique words of modern speech and other dramas. As long as the words were different, living on the script all day was not difficult for actors in the profession, but the problem was that each word had a distinctive tone that was subtly different from modern words. I think I can do it as soon as I hear it, and I can follow my friends who have learned a word or two, but the sentence gets longer, especially when I have to push and talk on my stomach, the difficulty went up and the young friends felt embarrassed. It's also hard to hear. The reason why the children who said they wanted to smoke did not come into the slate well was that it was difficult, but often they could not digest the smoke themselves.

“Look at him. ”

You should be able to savor the taste without worthless words. It was one of the proverbs that the old fashioned verses obtained by rolling up a slate. The soap operas are mostly bass sounds, so sometimes I forcefully squeeze my neck, but when I heard the audio, I was often worse than squeezing a chicken's head. The younger you are, the more often you can't find your own acting tones, and he already knows how to make his voice more appealing, making his eyes pop. That too in a quadruplet tone.

It was good enough to move on to the next cut at a time, but the director was approaching and directing to the castle. The old-fashioned man could see at once how much the director was expecting from his successor, Maroon. If he had been an invisible man in the first place, he wouldn't have ordered us to cast off this much smoke and try again. The industry is frozen solid. The shooting gallery is full of money, but I still managed to keep one more good guy. Since actors know best about difficult acting, if they can see him trying, they want to give him one more piece of advice.

Old school took out a cell phone, put a blood band around his neck, and shot a young friend screaming. I left it as a video when I tried to take pictures only. I felt energized even when I looked at the screen. Old-fashioned actors liked this. An actor who can see things.

“Dog mongrels! I'm LEE Jeong-kyung! Take my neck and go! Go, go, go! ”

The more I watched the sound coming out from underneath my body, the more peculiar it became. The sound doesn't dissipate powerlessly in the air, but it's definitely reaching the top of this wall. Old-fashioned shouted at General Helicopter to protect the final stance.

“I have the courage to spare your life for once. ”

The man who was about to burn his whole body suddenly smiled and said, "Thank you, sir.” I said. As you look up at the people laughing, your sister, who is acting together at the bottom, nags. Stop being such a dork.

“Why? He takes it well, too. ”

The old-fashioned man strokes his chin as he looks at the floor to prepare for the arrows. Seeing as how he got the words thrown around so carelessly, he seems to be quick. It became more clear why Director Park greeted him in person. If you're good at acting even though it's clean, you should take care of it.

"I'll be right back!"

The old-fashioned man folded his arms and watched the young friend's acting.

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diary

March 17th. Clear weather.

I woke up early in the morning doing Children's Cosplay in Shanghai. I have to go to the library.

I washed and washed my hair. I have to go to the library.

I ate a banana. I have to go to the library.

The particulates are burning as we go out. That's okay, you can go to the library.

I walked 20 minutes to the front of the hill to the library. After walking in the morning air for a long time, it was so refreshing and good. Glug!

But something feels good. Not a single person has climbed the hill.

But that's okay. It's a weekday morning, so I might not be there, and I'm going.

Yes, I am.

It says "holiday."

Oh, shit.

It's unfair to sit on a banner in front of the library and turn on your laptop.

Your laptop will turn off in an hour. There's a lot of dust on the laptop screen. And your neck is neat.

Damn it.

Hahaha.

I'm going home.

Pathetic.

But Saturday's not a holiday, so you should be fine.

It's very unsettling to have 14 seats on your laptop, but it's going to be okay.

Today's journal.

Clear.

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Referrals, always appreciated.

Coupon, thank you. Thanks to you, I write it.

Completed:

Pharynx