I Will Live As An Actor

I will live as an actor Episode 133

Marriage.

It is a blessing of a lifetime. The face of the new groom who appears to serve a meal is full of shame. If you think about the charisma he usually shows at filming sites, it’s something you can never imagine. The same goes for the bride sitting perfectly next to her new groom.

“Thank you, England.”

Director Shin Seong-hyeon speaks while holding England’s hand.

“Please buy me a sumptuous feast like this because I have done something.”

“There is nothing wrong with that. In a way, England is like you are our Ojakgyo.”

There is a saying that a well-behaved cat climbs to the stove first. I introduced Yeonsu’s aunt to director Shin Seong-hyeon out of curiosity. But I never thought it would proceed so smoothly, like removing a bull’s horn.

“Mr. England, is this our first time seeing you at an art exhibition?”

This is Yeonsu’s aunt. It is exactly the same as what I saw at the art exhibition. A beauty so beautiful that it takes your breath away. A low voice, long hair, and even a silk scarf wrapped around a white neck.

“I heard a lot about Yeongguk from Yeonsu.”

Now that I think about it, I haven’t had any contact with Yeonsu for a while. Even when we were attending the same high school, we had to meet each other every time we visited our class during recess, but after graduating from high school, we had no contact with each other.

“How’s Yeonsu doing?”

“I was upset. Mr. Young-Kuk never contacted me. So, can I ask you a favor?

After a moment of silence, what my aunt said was enough to startle me.

“Can you sing a congratulatory song at our wedding?

” Do you want to go?”

It’s an unexpected request. But it’s not something I don’t understand. In a way, he’s the one who connected director Shin Seong-hyun with Yeon-soo’s aunt. “Are you

sure you don’t mind that I’m not a singer?”

“I know that England knows you’re good at singing. The people all know, so what are you worried about? And no wonder I ask you bare-mouthed. “I’ll match the expensive suit you will wear to your wedding, including the shoes and belt.” I

couldn’t refuse when I saw Director Shin Seong-hyun’s requesting look in his eyes. Moreover, I thought that it could be a good experience in some way. I may become a mother in the future. It would be a good experience to sing the wedding song in advance for your remarriage.

“I will do my best.”

However,

“I also have something to ask you.”

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The new groom and new bride listen intently.

“It is possible as a duet with Yeon-soo.” “Shall we

?” “With Yeonsu?”

“In a way, Yeonsu gave me her aunt’s phone number so I was able to tell it to Director Shin. There are two Ojakgyo, so how can one be left out?”

Yeonsu’s aunt opens her eyes wide and immediately smiles with satisfaction.

* * *

“I’m singing the congratulatory song too?!”

Yeonsu’s eyes widen at the voice coming through the phone. . I already knew that my aunt was getting married. But I never thought she would ask me to sing a congratulatory song.

“Auntie! I’m tone deaf! Hmm…!”

If the tone-deaf person were to sing the congratulatory song, it wouldn’t be surprising if the noisy wedding atmosphere suddenly turned into a library. But Yeon-soo hiccupped and questioned as her aunt’s voice came again through the receiver. .

“Yeong-Kuk with your oppa?”

Yeon-su’s face blushes as she hangs up the phone. She was already imagining singing a duet with Yeong-Kuk in her head. But she soon realizes that she is tone-deaf. Her face turns pale as if the blood in her whole body is cooling.

“Yeonsu, is Aunt Sukyung calling you?”

She doesn’t even think about answering her mother’s question. Yeonsu immediately grabs her coat and stands up. Her mother sees that. He asks with a puzzled look.

“Yeonsu, where are you going now?”

“Agency!”

“No, he suddenly said he would go to the agency. “The CEO suddenly wants to meet you?”

“No, that’s not right.”

Would a tone-deaf person’s singing skills suddenly improve if he went to a karaoke bar alone? But it was different for my agency. It was a place that nurtured not only actors but also singers. Sometimes, whenever I go to and from the agency, I say hello. There must have been too many vocal trainers.

Before her mother could stop her, Yeon-soo rushed out. Looking at Yeon-soo running out the front door, her mother asked again,

“Yeon-soo, why are you going to the agency!?”

Yeon-soo sees that. He pauses for a moment and replies with a determined expression.

“To learn to sing!”

* * *

Go Gwang-tae, who wanders around the gosi village, is studying people today as always. Although he has already completed writing a script related to the law, he still finds it easy to come here. I don’t leave. That’s because there has never been a more suitable place to study human groups.

“Gwang-tae, are you going to work today too?”

the old owner of the used bookstore pretends to know as he is handed a paper cup filled with coffee. Go Gwang-tae briefly holds up his notebook and shows it off every time. I took a seat in the corner of the used bookstore. Anyway,

‘Do you like the script?’

This is a screenplay that I wrote over a long period of five years. I submitted it to most film companies and agencies, but the responses I got back were mediocre. No, it would have been better if it had been somewhere that would even give me a mediocre answer.

After submitting it, there was no response for a long time, so I asked out of curiosity.

‘There was such a script?’

There were many cases where the answer was,

‘I wonder if I will live in obscurity because I am sad.’

After all, he was an unknown person who had never made it into the literary world. From the film company’s perspective, it was obvious that it was just one of many scripts. He probably wouldn’t even have read them. The manuscript of such a script was handed over to an actor whose name I didn’t know.

‘Dongjin’ They say this is quite famous.’

If you only listen to what his nephew Kim Dong-jin said, he was a fairly famous actor. His handsome face and tall height gave him the impression that he was an actor, but he didn’t really know him as an actor. Go Gwang-tae, of course, envies the job of a writer, but ironically, he’s not good at movies or dramas. It’s because I don’t look.

‘Is there anything that could be colored by looking at it for no reason?’

Gonzo said he did not want to fill his drawing paper-like mind with other works.

“If it works, it’s good. If it doesn’t work, it’s over.”

He handed over the manuscript with a feeling of desperation. The manuscript that he had kept in his arms for five years was like his own baby. . Not being able to see the light is heartbreaking. If it weren’t for those eyes, I wouldn’t have given you the manuscript.

“Tsk. I was possessed by a ghost.”

Just by looking at each other’s eyes, I was filled with inexplicable emotions. Maybe I kept stroking the stir-fried pork with my chopsticks to hide those emotions. That’s what happened. If my eyes were wrong, It’s something that can’t be helped.

In front of the used bookstore, as usual, there is only quietness. Books from restaurants and bars that used to be pawn shops are piled up, and people who have passed the civil service examination come and go like spirits. They search their pockets at the sound of the boat horn. He looks, but there isn’t a single 1,000 won bill.

“I’ll go to Chungmuro and do some odd jobs.”

The money he saved while working has run out, so it’s time to start working again. The new place he will move to is none other than Chungmuro. C. Because I wanted to see with my own eyes how movies are made and produced. Of course, I had to start with the youngest, who does the chores.

* * *

That evening.

“It’s Beopwon Gwongeun…”

Daecheong (大廳) I sit down and pick up the script that Go Gwang-tae handed me. It’s a script that has been erased and written over

and over again, and has scratches like scratches. Looking at the year of writing written on the first page, it seems like it was written over five years. How long did he put a lot of effort into? This is the part where you can tell if this is a work that put a lot of thought into it.

‘He is clearly a successful director.’

If you recall your past life memories, all of the works of Go Gwang-tae, or the madman of Chungmuro, created a sensation. Raw directing with minimal SFX. Not only that, but also an unusual script. There were many

art directors in Chungmuro, but Go Gwang-tae’s reputation stood out among them. Commercial potential He was a person who was evaluated as having achieved both artistic and artistic qualities. However,

‘he is not a director yet.’

Ko Gwang-tae started his career in his mid-40s, so at least he still has five years left. In any case, becoming a film director is not something that can be made right away just because you have talent.

Starting from the youngest member of the directing team, to the assistant director, and all the way to the general manager. Movie. There is a saying that ten years is too short to take responsibility for the overall affairs of a company. In contrast, Go Gwang-tae took over the megaphone so quickly that it can be said to be rapid.

However,

among Go Gwang-tae’s filmography that he encountered in his past life, there are films related to law. There was no. I know this because I saw all of his filmography for film study when I was doing minor roles in Chungmuro. So what does this screenplay in my hands mean? The answer is simple. ‘A

study in practice.’

Doesn’t this literally mean that it is a work that was not made public in the past life? It was at that time.

“England, what are you worrying about?”

I thought it was my grandfather. But when I tilted my head back, it was my uncle. My uncle had a solemn expression like a grandfather. After building it, he sat down on the floor.

“He’s not similar to my uncle and grandfather.”

“Hehe, Yonseok. But what is the script in your hand? It’s very old.”

“I got it from someone I know.”

“Let me take a look, too.”

My uncle takes it as if he were taking away an old script. Any actor can’t help but be curious about the script. The look in my uncle’s eyes as he flipped through the pages of the old script. This changes gradually. The eyes that were somber at first become brighter as each page is turned.

How much time has passed

? “Hey, isn’t this interesting?”

My uncle exclaims in admiration after reading the middle part of the script. After all, he is also writing the script for the first time. When you saw it, weren’t you so immersed that you couldn’t take your eyes off it?

“The characters are so vivid, like real people. I especially like this part of scene 47. The law is far away, but the fist is close, so there’s a scene where you suddenly beat up an unscrupulous guy. Sometimes it’s like a comedy, and at other times it’s like an action movie. There is even social satirical black humor. How many genres are included in the script? It’s a hit. “What is the name of the writer who wrote this screenplay?”

“It’s Go Gwang-tae.”

“This is the first time I’ve heard of a writer called Go Gwang-tae .”

He was as good as an unknown guy who hadn’t even gotten a job yet.

“But what are you so worried about?”

“The CEO has been working on a project for a while. He told me not to do anything and take a rest. He said he needed time to relax and recharge. And I can’t find a director who can take on this project. If you look at the script, you will see that the writer has made the scenes complicated, as if he was interfering with the directing, so most directors would hate it with both hands. Actually, I had director Shin Seong-hyeon in mind, but no matter how I looked at it, the script and directing style didn’t match.”

My uncle scratches his head as if he doesn’t understand.

“What’s the problem with that?”

“…….”

“You’re not even a rice cooker, so do you really need to steam for a certain amount of time? Recharging time is different for each person. In my opinion, England, you are a natural actor. An actor can live without acting. You can go back to work whenever you’re ready, and if you’re the director who can handle this script, England will be by your side.” ”

Who is it?”

my uncle says, glancing at the living room beyond the main hall.

“Brother Baek Jang-hoon.”