episode_0035

“If it’s Eugene, then she’s the daughter of YJ Entertainment CEO Oh Dong-seok, right?”

The principal looked through the application documents and asked.

“Yes, that’s right.”

“You’ve been acting since you were young, but you’re applying to the practical dance department? Not the entertainment department?”

“Well, that’s fine… .”

“This guy only acted until kindergarten. Wait… Ah, the TTN boy.”

Even though 10 years have passed, the principal remembers it because it was such a famous advertisement.

“Other than that, I appeared as a child actor in a movie directed by Kim Si-woon, and my acting at that time was so impressive.”

“If it’s a movie directed by Kim Si-woon… .”

“This is a confession from a pianist. It’s a movie that came out in 2003. If you haven’t seen it, you should definitely watch it. The principal will also know why I’m looking forward to Hajin.”

“Why didn’t someone of that caliber act for 10 years?”

“I’m curious about that too. I’m definitely going to ask about it during the practical interview.”

*****

“Hajin, you really don’t want to be a player?”

After finishing my workout and packing my bag, the manager came up to me and said.

It’s been 10 years since I’ve seen his face, so he feels more like an uncle than a gym manager.

“Think about it. If you go into the ring with that face and that body, everyone will go crazy. An idol in the MMA world… How about that? Isn’t it appealing?”

“I told you before. I’m going to do what I stopped doing before.”

“Are you talking about acting? You said you did that when you were in kindergarten. Why are you starting again after not doing it for 10 years?”

“It’s not that I didn’t do it, it’s that I couldn’t do it. There were unavoidable circumstances. But now I think I can do it.”

“Suddenly?”

“Yes, that’s what happened.”

I started mixed martial arts to overcome the aftereffects of emotional acting, but strangely enough, I started to benefit from it in middle school.

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When you reach middle school, your peers start to group together and a hierarchy is formed.

And the standard for that hierarchy is mostly fists.

“You little punk. Is being handsome enough? Follow me!”

When the semester starts, the guys who use their fists get busy.

Because while organizing the rankings, you have to challenge yourself to be the best in your grade or class.

I was a thorn in those guys’ side.

“I don’t know what the hell that kid is thinking.”

Unlike elementary school where we all got along well and got along well, when we got to middle school we started to disperse and stick together in groups.

I couldn’t fit into any group and became a loner.

It’s not that I wanted it to be that way, the kids just couldn’t come near me.

He was already over 170 cm tall and had been fighting for 7 years, so just looking at him, you could tell his body was incredibly strong.

There, he was treated as an idol by the female students and as a creature of a different class by the male students because he was so handsome.

As I was receiving all this attention, the guys who were making a fuss behind my back were overshadowed by me and couldn’t make their presence known.

I took all the attention they deserved.

“Did Hajin see that? The light behind her made her look like a middle school student’s face.”

The same was true for teachers.

A few guys tried it out of curiosity, but the result was always the same.

“Didn’t Do-Hoon get kicked out by a kid in Class 4 yesterday?”

“It was a mess after vomiting.”

“Look at Hajin’s arms. She’s been doing martial arts for several years.”

Once a rumor crosses the lips, it tends to spread.

There weren’t many who could withstand my punches for long, even if they weren’t two-bang.

[Avoid fighting if possible. It’s not about you, it’s about your opponent. If you have to fight, start first and end it as quickly as possible. That’s helping your opponent.]

I followed the manager’s instructions and in less than a month, all the guys who bothered me disappeared.

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“Teacher, I’m here.”

“Okay. I have to go to the broadcasting station later, so I’ll practice alone today.”

“Yes, sir.”

Just like the gym, I’ve been going here for over 10 years now and it feels like home to me.

At first, it was a small space with only a few practice rooms, but after 10 years, it has grown into a fairly large acting academy occupying three floors.

Later on, we will use a separate building, so compared to then, this will be smaller.

It’s still early so I’m the only one in the practice room.

‘Wait a minute, the script I was planning to look at today is….’

After the hiatus, I was never sucked into any script I listened to.

It was as if the future prediction had satisfied the conditions, so the handicap (aftereffects of emotional acting) was lifted.

From then on, I could practice as much as I wanted with any script I wanted.

The teacher also liked it, saying that it seemed like the external acting was being done well.

But recently, I started getting sucked into the script again.

And in a completely different way than before.

I opened the script that I received from my teacher a while ago.

Because there was a role that suited me.

*

My father, who had been drinking since broad daylight, was sprawled out on the floor.

My son came home from school and opened the door, looking at this sight with pity.

The father, who found his son returning home, spoke in a voice choked with phlegm.

“Don’t just go in, go buy two bottles of soju.”

“Stop eating now. Mom won’t come back even if you do that.”

“If you tell me to buy it, I’ll buy it. Why are you talking so much? Wait, are you ignoring me like your mother?”

He threw the bottle of soju he was holding at his son with a pale face.

The soju bottle that had grazed his forehead hit the front door and shattered into pieces.

A drop of blood formed on the gash on his forehead.

The son glared at his father with an emotion that was difficult to describe.

I felt sorry for him when I saw him become a wreck after being abandoned by his mother.

I was annoyed that he was acting like that when he couldn’t keep his family together.

In the meantime, I hated myself for not being able to do anything.

I felt anxious thinking about what would happen in the future.

I have to express all of my son’s emotions through his eyes and facial expressions without any dialogue.

It’s the perfect situation to get lost in emotional acting.

‘If it had been back then, the aftereffects would have been no joke.’

Now, he is reading the script and giving instructions while watching my acting.

Unlike in kindergarten, it’s not me who’s acting, but another ‘me’ that’s separate from me who’s acting.

Just like a doppelganger.

In the past, when it came to games, I would become a character and run around the field.

But now you’re controlling a character who’s running around on a pad outside the field.

The me that is in the script and the me that acts out the emotions are separate.

As soon as I finished acting, the scene I had seen in the script disappeared as if it were a lie.

I controlled my breathing and exhaled, calming down the sharp emotions that were spreading out here and there.

My emotions were still tangled and uncontrollable, but not to the extent that I couldn’t control myself like I did in kindergarten.

‘I guess that’s a call to start the engine?’

It may be a signal of foresight for the future that the hiatus can end.

I can easily tolerate this level of aftereffects.

Not only the mischievous Kang Ji-hoon, but also senior Hong Jeong-woo is running wild on TV and the big screen.

I haven’t even started yet, and these two have been running at full speed for 10 years.

But now I am free from the shackles of aftereffects.

As much as the two of you run, I can just spread my wings and fly.

These are the wings of foresight.

I checked my phone and there were a lot of messages.

[Where are you? (roughly an angry emoticon)]

[Why don’t you text me quickly?]

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[I’m not going to let you stay still! (roughly an exploding emoticon)]

‘It’s almost time to come.’

The practice room door burst open.

“Not changed!!”

You’re here.

“It’s so hard to just text that you’re coming here!!”

It was Eugene who became a talker.

*****

Even the way he glared at me with his sharp eyes was pretty.

The cute from 10 years ago has passed pretty and is now progressing to beautiful flow with great acclaim.

The femininity that flows along the graceful curves reaches its peak in the sharp facial features.

She is so beautiful that if 10 people pass by while walking, 12 will look back.

“Where else am I at this hour? Just come when you want.”

“Why do you ignore the messages I sent you? You always make me check them!”

“I was practicing. You know I can’t hear anything when I read the script.”

“Anyway, you’re good at focusing on useless things. You can act anyway.”

He opened the fridge with a smirk and took out a drink.

“Have you seen this?”

Pick up the phone and show the screen.

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Practical exam content and scoring (Total score: 100 points)

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*Entertainment Department

1. Free acting (prepare yourself): Within 1 minute and 30 seconds (50 points)

2. Special Skill: Within 1 minute (50 points: dancing, singing, playing an instrument, etc.)

*Practical Dance Department

Major Dance: Within 1 minute 30 seconds (100 points)

– Street dance genre (old school, new school)

– Choreography (K-POP, all creative dances)

– Pure dance (modern dance, Korean dance, ballet), etc.

All dances possible

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“It’s a practical notice. I saw it before.”

“You only prepared for free acting. What are you going to do with your special talent?”

I only saw free acting last year and the year before, so I thought it would be the same this time.

You’re suddenly talking about a specialty, and it’s not like you’re bragging about your talents.

“There’s still time, so let’s find something to do. If that doesn’t work out, there’s the piano, too.”

Eugene knows very well what kind of magic I can perform on the piano.

Skills aside, his appeal to captivate people is truly amazing.

“The competition rate for the entertainment department is 9:1. You can’t get in with just anything.”

Come to think of it, I wonder if there are any students applying to this school who can’t play an instrument.

There’s no guarantee that you’ll get a high score just because you charm the judges.

A specialty that I had previously taken for granted suddenly became a source of worry.