No matter what happens in life, keep a good heart. A heart of patience and trust. Don't let the darkness of this word harden your heart....🌺
you'll always win when you move with love and genuine intentions. Always....😌💗✨
just believe in yourself...
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I stood tall, my heart racing with excitement and just a hint of nerves. Around me, the staff moved quickly, adding the finishing touches to the set, adjusting lights, arranging props, and making sure everything was just right. I was holding my script tightly, reading over my lines one last time, murmuring them softly under my breath. My focus was intense, my eyes tracing each word carefully, almost like I could pull my character's emotions straight off the page and into my own heart.
The room buzzed softly with the sound of equipment being adjusted and the low voices of the crew talking. But to me, it all faded into the background; my world, in that moment, was my script and my character. I was so wrapped up in my lines that everything else seemed to blur.
And then-I glanced to my side, noticing the empty spot where Mr Kang was supposed to be. He was in the restroom. I couldn't help but feel a tiny flicker of impatience mixed with nervous excitement. I wanted to get started, to feel the energy of their scene together. But he wasn't there yet.
I took a deep, calming breath, letting it fill my lungs, and reminded myself to stay steady. My nerves hummed just beneath the surface, but I kept them in check.
There was a quiet sense of waiting that filled the room, like everyone was holding their breath, anticipating that first moment when the scene would begin. The air felt charged, alive, like the whole room was wrapped in the same expectation I felt. I could feel the energy building, and even though I was nervous, I was ready. Ready for that signal, for that moment when all the hard work and preparation would come alive.
I waited, my heart pounding with a mix of nerves and excitement, fingers tapping lightly against my phone as I scanned the bustling set. Today was a monumental day in my career-the day I'd finally share the screen with Song Kang. The energy around me was electric; people were rushing, setting up props, adjusting lights, calling out instructions. But my focus was unwavering. I was waiting for him-the man I'd soon be acting alongside, someone I had admired from afar, today I would finally share same screen with him.
Then, amidst the commotion, someone tall and composed approached. He wore the exact outfit that Song Kang was supposed to wear today-a black hoodie and comfortable-looking sweatpants. His face was half-hidden by a mask, but his eyes were intense and compelling, framed by neatly styled hair. They were the kind of eyes that could make you forget to breathe, like they were holding a world of mysteries in their dark depths. A strange spark of curiosity flickered through me. Something felt... different. But I brushed it aside. After all, everyone around me seemed to believe he was Song Kang.
"Mr. Kang, are you ready?" I asked softly, a warm smile on my lips. He simply nodded, his gaze still locked on mine, wordless yet intentional. His silence felt oddly heavy, creating a subtle tension in the air, but I ignored it, not wanting to overthink.
