In mid-August, Kim Donghu was getting ready to watch Ryu Jaerin’s debut performance.
At Daehan Arts High School, affectionately shortened to Daejong High, the atmosphere in the theater club [Sparking] was as tense as a monkey on a pogo stick.
“Hey, are you really gonna do it like this? Is this right?”
“Can’t help it. I don’t like it either, but it’s how it is.”
“That doesn’t mean you can just say you won’t do it, right?”
“I’m not saying I won’t; I’m saying we should do a different script.”
A different script.
The moment that word was uttered, the table flipped over in a flash.
That word seemed as shameful as a bad haircut.
Kicking the table, fury erupted.
“Hey, you little brat, are you seriously calling me out? You think my acting sucks?”
“No, I just think our styles don’t match. I only want to work with actors I want to act with.”
“So that means I’m not good enough?”
“Yes, I’m sorry, but you can’t handle my script.”
“This is unbelievable!”
Thud.
The senior, much bigger than his peers, grabbed the junior by the collar and lifted him up.
The junior hung limply like a drowned rat.
His feet not touching the ground, he struggled to breathe, face going red, but still continued.
“We agreed to write two scripts from the beginning, didn’t we?”
“Wake up, senior; you simply can’t handle my script.”
The junior’s words only fueled the senior’s rage further, leading to a complete toss of the junior to the ground.
BAM!
“Hey, do you know who I am? You think this is a joke? You’re messing with a graduate project that’s about to get funded—cut that funding!”
“I’m really sorry, senior. But still, no way. Sure, I might be squatting in a tiny room writing scripts while scraping together scholarship money and a part-time job but—”
With some misplaced artistic pride intact, the senior wouldn’t act in the junior’s script.
An endless, repeating tale on a never-ending loop.
In the junior’s eyes, the fierce determination to end this cycle today was evident.
“Hey! You can’t say that to a senior! Apologize!”
“I’m just being honest, and I even got beat for it. Why should I apologize? There’s a saying that it’s worse to have a meddling sister-in-law than an enemy.”
Though his social skills were about as good as a rock’s, he wasn’t wrong.
Could it be that he was just spitting out truths, or was he merely a glutton for punishment?
Regardless, his talent was undeniably real.
The surrounding club members chose not to interfere in this showdown of wills.
Reading the room, the junior got up, brushing the dust off his backside and glancing around.
Look at all these suck-ups, clinging to their golden spoons.
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FantasiSince I'm good-looking, I might as well become an actor. Associated Names: 잘생기면 인생이 편하다 Author(s) 민트초코주먹밥 ©It is not my story© Only for Offline Reading OWNER'S CREDITS I used an image from SeaArt. WARNING: Errors in Grammar RAW TRANSLATION (Slow up...
