[Mud and Dust] is a legendary Goblin theater.
More precisely, there was only a will. It went well once, but that's also an old saying. Since the leader of the circus lost his will because it was difficult for him to manage, the word "circus with a will" was not a compliment, but an insult.
- Come inside.
“Did I pass? ”
- Of course I did, Ugor. You may be a fairy, but you don't deserve to go to the theater if you fall for that kind of passion.
A Hopgoblin extremist snores and guides me to the theater. Yuck. When the gate opens, the 130-year-old theater reveals itself. It's been there for 130 years.
“Wow.”
A darkened interior. It was a light, and I turned on the torch, but I couldn't do it. It is sown all over the ceiling and walls. Even the designators liked damp places, so they picked up some ground water or rotten water on the floor.
Visual terrorism, olfactory terrorism.
“This is a bit……."
It wasn't just that.
Spiders, centipedes, weeds, etc.
The worms of Samran gathered together to prove how they love a damp place. Thanks to this narrow theater, love overflowed, life overflowed, and more than anything else spider silk flowed.
“What the hell.... ”
- You're impressed. It was as good as the first time I saw a theater when I was a kid.
Hobgoblin looks proud.
My reaction seemed to be completely misunderstood.
It was like I was in love for the first time. Now that I think about it, the beating of my heart led my life to this point.
I have a heartbeat, too. The left atrial right ventricle flutters in the immensity of the spider silks like the Great Wall.
“Extreme wine. How long have you been cleaning this place? ”
- Cleaning?
"......."
Hobgoblin's "What is it? ’I gave up all hope in my face.
Yeah, these kids have loved muddy water since birth. Now, if you come and clean up and start bragging, you won't even listen to me.
- I can't believe I actually passed the screening! Unbelievable! Amazing! I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!
By the way, the original owner of this body, Sonia, the aspiring actress, became a psychic and wandered around me. Like a ghost, I was floating in the air.
But it's impossible to communicate with the messenger. Only I heard two voices. I fell asleep and became the one carrying two ghosts.
‘It looks like two summer mosquitoes are whining at the same time.... ’
- Yes?
‘No, it's nothing. More than that, Sonia. Why would you risk your life for such a hideous theater? I've decided to become an actor anyway, so I'll go somewhere nice. ’
- At first, I was looking for famous theaters like [Fire] or [Hwama]...
Sonia grows dull.
- They don't even do interviews in the hottest theaters. The poor elves are useless... This is where they did it.
‘Hurrah.'
Sonia was a victim of racial discrimination, or muscle discrimination. How did our children become so muscular...? - Follow me, and I'll introduce you to my extremist family.
I followed the extreme and went deep into the building. There was a dressing room. A pile of old theatrical props, and two Hopgoblins were sleeping in the middle of it.
- Wake up, insects!
An extreme liquor hit the Hopgoblins on the head with a single hand on the cauldron.
- What time is it? Are we still hitting it?
- Ugh... Ugh...
The Hopgoblins hardly opened their eyes. One was a one-armed man and the other a one-eyed man. The Hopgoblins squeeze their green faces with their green hands, then glance at me.
- Whoa, what are you, a fairy or something?
- You got a new ticket?
Not a ticket clerk, but a rookie actor! I told you. A fairy follows me around all the time asking me to be an actor.
- Oh, those fairies who annoy me so much...?
Then the actors of Hopgoblin woke up.
- Wait, wait, wait. You didn't really pick him as an actor, did you?
- No, I just passed the final review.
- Are you crazy? How do you get on stage like that other piece of shit?
You talk too much.
- Don't worry, I know what I picked. Even though his body is small, his performance is...
“My name is Sonia. Extreme note.”
- Yeah, Sonia. Sonia's acting was more authentic than any actor I had ever seen. The audience only cares about muscles these days, but Sonia might change their minds.
The extremist insisted.
I began to be interested in the faces of actors.
- Whoa.
- If that's what a short drink would say...
- Anyway, the last one in. You're supposed to set an example, and you're just going to play in your makeup room for the rest of your life? Wash up and gather on the stage.
- All right, all right.
Actors woke up.
Rrrrrrrrrr!
The props that were piled up like a pile of Legos collapse. Surprisingly, there were three Hobgoblins who slept in the dressing room, not two. The last one is buried deep among the props. Hobgoblin, without one ear, sleeps coolly with his lion doll in his arms.
- Get up! Get up!
Aah!
The extremist pinches the other ear and drags it away. While being dragged, I did not miss the learning lion doll until the end. - As you know, the bloodstream for next week is the white powder.
After a while, the actors gathered.
The extremist carries his backpack around the front of the stage.
- The usual Queeger meets a respected goat one day. Two people meet, one begins a whole new life, and the other ends. Recently, I've often reinterpreted it in a way that 'he was actually a good man...' We go to the classics.
- Short week.
The one-armed actor raised his hand.
- No matter how old it is. Shouldn't we keep up with the latest trends?
The audience wants something new.
I also helped the one-eyed actor.
- You have to say something childish, but you have to pretend you don't. Nowadays, it's said to bounce back and forth, so it must be tasty to have an interaction like a pulling bounce.
- Ha, bullshit! A true fire never stops burning!
The extremist opened his eyes.
- Once you start chasing after something stimulating, there's no end to it. The theme of Sword Wars is to show how people are disappointed and how that disappointment can have an extreme impact on one person's life. Everything else is apostles and heretics!
Mmm-hmm.
The actors were in a frenzy.
- The old man's temper won't heal if he dies.
- This is really going to ruin it...
You complained and added a few lines to the line. No more yields. Take off your body and neck for 20 minutes. Practice now!
- That won't do... Anyway, I get it, short-term...
My youngest son sat quietly in the audience and watched the practice of his classmates.
Thirty minutes passed.
‘Wow.'
I've come to a conclusion.
I mean, that's fucked up. ’
In a word, it was terrible.
The bloodstream is [a play with errors]. When acting in a scene of anger, the words you learn not only spill your metabolism, but also your whole body fire-like error. It's expressing anger.
If you are familiar with error, you will have to be proficient in smoke. If you are proficient in smoke, you will have to be proficient in error. Thus, actors in the bloodstream naturally become great warriors, excellent error users.
I should...
“Why is it so hard? ”
I muttered without knowing. It came out inadvertently. Whether that word got in my ear, the extremist turned to me instead of doing a smoke map. - What are you talking about?
“Uh, no. I think the error is only used in a predetermined way... ”
A scene where Keketruecker realizes what the salt has done and gets angry.
Actors in front of me focused too much on [anger]. No, I couldn't focus at all. For example, if you express a person's [anger], make sure to get an error! It erupts like a wildfire. When [Sadness] is expressed, it just sags again.
It's as if there's a formula to error.
‘It's glamorous. ’
In real time, the errors are enormous in front of you and you repeat, "Hook off." It tasted confusing.
But that's it.
‘That doesn't mean anything. Really.’
I opened my mouth.
“Bloodshed is the art of error. And error is the power to build a pattern of will or emotion, or a landscape of consciousness. Emotions come first. If you put your arms or your metabolism first, you lose energy from the error. What can I say? It's... it's not sticky. Oh, right. There's no malt. The grass is dying. ”
The extremist frowns. It was the impression of beating a few thugs in the year.
- Why is he barking at me?
“Is that a designated proverb? … No. Anyway. ”
I went up to the corner of the stage.
The actors stopped practicing and looked this way.
“Well, every feeling of anger has a movement, and every feeling of grief has a movement. You can't do that. Do people cry all the time because they're sad? No, it depends. Even in completely different situations, it's only meaningful if you can respond immediately. ”
The actors seemed to be fun.
- Turns out shortie brought you here, not the youngest, but the teacher.
Give me an example!
"Mmmm."
How to make it easier to understand.
I looked around.
“First of all, the torches are bad. Let's turn it off.”
You bend at your waist and grab a handful of dirt pellets from the floor. And I shot him with an error. Torches hit by gravel arrows lose their firepower.
The Hopgoblins panicked.
- I'm sorry?
- What the...
Suddenly, the surroundings turned dark.
“Okay.”
Every bloodstream resembles a Sanwa city. Daejeong. A cave surrounded by walls, but with holes in the ceiling. Now the Designated People have forgotten the days of slavery. However, time has left a trail of shadows on their architectural styles.
“Quiet, everyone. ”
When the torch goes out, only a tiny hole in the ceiling brings down the light. The light of dawn, still in the shade, sinks onto a blurry stage.
“You don't have to spit out an unusual line. ”
Quiet mattress at dawn.
“You don't have to play the lines. The order is no magic... Never mind. I'm just going to show you, for example, an expression of anger. ”
I took the push-up position onstage.
“The more familiar the pose, the better. A recognizable gesture. You don't have to look too hard. Suck!”
I slowly lowered my chest and lower back. You raise, lowering and keeping the lift to a particular rhythm.
“Now, normally, push-ups are like this. Ordinary. But, this... ”
I raised the error in a heartbeat.
There was a red flame all over my body. In the middle of that, I repeated push-ups at a much faster rate than before, which is unusual.
Quickly.
Mechanically.
Faceless.
"......."
It was quiet everywhere.
I stared straight ahead. Without a sound of breath, I only flex my heels at a quick rate. I move my whole body. And on top of that, a blood-like error was burning fiercely.
“... Phew. ”
Thirty seconds later, I stepped up and robbed my hands.
“Look, it's just a pushup. I'm familiar with it, but what do you think? It's the same movement, but at different speeds, you feel completely different. ”
-.......
“What if I sweat red and I'm unstable, and I do a fanatical push-up? It's going to feel different again. If that's a refined rage, it's a maddening rage. That's it.You don't have to do something special to express your emotions."
The Hopgoblins seemed to have understood something but didn't seem to have. I was frustrated. It was only after I realized that I had never met [a child who had no talent for error].
“Hey, sunbae. ”
I pointed to the one-eyed actor.
He was in charge of the salting agent's role in the play.
- Me? Me?
“Yes, saltiness is a very selfish man. How would you describe the self-love of salting? ”
- Uh...
“What error would you use to describe this as self-love? ”
The one-eyed actor was embarrassed, but first I thought about what I said. And out of the props lying around, I took out a mirror.
- Maybe like this...
I looked in the one-eyed mirror. In the actor's body, a faint error blooms. It was writhing like a snake.
Indeed.
“It's not the worst. It's weird, it doesn't fit. ”
- What if it's weird...?
He said, "Look, the salts are self-proclaimed males. Would a kid like that look in the mirror like that? Do you think salts carry hand mirrors? What for, why? ”
- Uh...
“You're obsessed with the idea of [people who love you look in the mirror a lot]. And then, because self-love seemed kind of trivial, and it seemed like it was going to wrinkle, I smoked the error that way. You can't do that. It's all about imitating things. I have to set an example for your feelings. ”
- How would you like to do that?
“The same.”
I absorbed, and ran the error.
Like Ubrica, I also surrounded the error. Virtual muscles. They disguise themselves as errors, as if their whole body were burning.
“Hehe… hehe, hehe…."
And I repeated the push-up very slowly, as if to look at my muscles. I purposefully overreacted and breathed.
It's not a gesture to make a good body; it's a gesture to show a good body.
“Okay? Simple, right? ”
- …… No… I was going to point out earlier, but treating error as you do…….
“What if we want to emphasize more about self-love here? I wish I had a prop like this. We're just laying wooden chairs around. But the salty, crazy son of a bitch doesn't sit with a chair. You never sit down. You just keep pushing up. No rest.”
-.......
“Then people won't recognize you without any lines. Oh, he's a crazy son of a bitch. You're a fucking lunatic who's around and doesn't look back. Can you feel it now? Speaking of which, I have to show you. ”
I grabbed the wooden chairs lightly and brought them onstage. Deployed at will.
And in the middle of the chair, I pushed my heels as I breathed slowly, huff, puff, and puff. Of course, they confuse the muscles with errors.
“What do you think? Isn't it easy? ”
-.......
The one-eyed Hobgoblin bruises his mouth.
- Who are you?
“You're the new actor. ”
The Hopgoblins looked at me like I was crazy. No, why?