Why do I even try?

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Why do I even try?

I stood behind Mr. Kim and shyly looked around as the rest of the crew bustled around me. The first scene was about to begin shooting and I waited in anticipation. It was finally going to come to life. Mr. Kim directed people to put props here and there, talking to his wife about the expressions and such of the actors for the different scenes.

Ae-ri came out first, her assistant trailing behind her. I smiled. She completely transformed into my female lead. She wore a plain yellow dress with a white apron; two pig tails hanging down her face and no makeup. She transformed into the plain, proud character of my story who pushes and challenges the crude rich playboy.

Mr. Kim walked over to her, praising her. I stood and just smiled, staring at my imagination coming to life before my very eyes. I felt grateful and nostalgic. My smiled faltered a little when I thought of who actually played my tough, honest female lead was actually a clingy, full of herself brat. I never expected Ae-ri to be so horrid. Ah, well, some things weren't as you expect them to be.

Shaking the thoughts from my head, I walked over to some of the other crew members.

"Can I help you with anything?"

The tall guy with glasses smiled and handed me a large cup of coffee.

"Yes, actually, you can take this to Joon-woo. I have to rush over to another set to grab some props. You can do that for me, right?"

He didn't let me answer but rushed off, leaving me stunned.

"Aish!" I looked down at the warm latte in my hand and groaned. This is not what I was talking about when I wanted something to do.

"Miss Pierce! Come, come!" Mr. Kim called. Maybe he needed me and then I could get him to get someone else to give Joon-woo his coffee.

I walked over to him, holding up the coffee. "Um, I was just told to give this to Joon-woo. I can hand it to someone else if you need me for something."

He waved his hand. "No, no. This is perfect. See how much longer he has on his makeup."

Noooooooooooooo. My plan crashed and burned. I stared at Mr. Kim for a good thirty second, hoping he would change his mind but nope.

I turned and slowly started to walk toward the dressing rooms. Every step bringing me to my doom. Maybe I should just quit now and get on a plane back to the US just to save myself from this horror. No, no! I have to do this. I didn't come all this way to give up because I am a coward.

I stood outside his dressing room, hearing voices inside. Taking a deep breathe, I charged in. The doors banged open and I stood there as if I expected everyone to see me at first but nope. Nobody noticed me and I stood there like a fool. Finally, I cleared my throat and Joon-woo noticed me in the mirror reflection. He just stared and raised an eyebrow then looked toward my hand.

"Is that mine?"

"Ah, yes." I walked over and presented the coffee to him. He took it.

I looked over to the makeup artist.

"How long before he is ready, Mr. Kim wanted to know?"

"I'm finishing up now."

"Ah, yes, okay, great." I turned to leave but he spoke before I could take a step.

"Wait a moment." He spoke, his voice soft.

I closed my eyes for a millisecond before turning with a smile plastered on my face.

"Yes?"

He turned to look at me and smiled. The dazzling one again that I had to blink rapidly so as not to go blind from his charm. Why did he have to keep doing that?

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 11, 2023 ⏰

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