I’m an Unknown Actress, But Everyone Knows Me - Chapter 117

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Episode 117

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“Alright! I’ll take care of this side. Yeomga and Seoryeong, you two get along and start with your analysis.”

 

Noh Jeongyeon grabbed Kwon Junhyeok and Jjang Director and headed to the 2nd floor. Jjang Director seemed worried about Yeoreum, looking back several times even in that short distance.

 

“Will it be okay without me there?”

 

“Of course, of course. Don’t worry. More importantly, shouldn’t guiding this rookie here be the priority?”

 

“Ugh… I’m sorry… That person does so well… but I…”

 

“No no no, Junhyeok! Nothing to be sorry about. Then shall we check where exactly you’re having difficulties first? Forget about Yeoreum for now!”

 

Noh Jeongyeon only looked down at the lower floor when he reached the end of the stairs.

 

The two people holding scripts sat facing each other without saying a word.

 

‘Earlier, Han Yeoreum was quite… no no… excessively excellent for a newcomer.’

 

Just being aware that she was being pulled along put her in the prodigy category.

 

‘During script reading, it’s hard to hear your own voice objectively.’

 

And despite being asked to perform a long monologue with nothing given to her, she properly pulled it off.

 

This alone meant Han Yeoreum had far surpassed the limits of an ordinary newcomer.

 

‘Bitkang knows this too, yet she’s being needlessly spiteful.’

 

Noh Jeongyeon let out a small sigh.

 

‘Let me deal with this rookie first.’

 

Patting the back of the dejected and sniffling Kwon Junhyeok, Noh Jeongyeon began voice projection corrections. While anticipating the Yeomga and Seoryeong those two would create together.

 

 

 

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“I’d like to hear Professor’s interpretation of Yeomga.”

 

“…You, did you forget the score I just gave you?”

 

“I remember. But I’m more curious about Professor’s interpretation than the reason. Seoryeong in the final scene is a character who cannot be completed without Yeomga.”

 

It’s different from when I showed it to Jjang Director. I’ve practiced it many times. Now I’ve meticulously calculated even where and how Seoryeong should breathe.

 

‘But the fact that Geum Bitkang still gave me ninety points…’

 

There’s a high probability that my interpretation of Yeomga and Geum Bitkang’s interpretation of Yeomga diverge somewhere.

 

Geum Bitkang let out a scoffing laugh as if incredulous, then asked me.

 

“What kind of character is Yeomga?”

 

“An ambitious and ruthless character.”

 

“Evidence?”

 

“Because she tries to kill even the king to devour the country, and has no hesitation in killing people.”

 

“No hesitation… Then what’s the evidence for that?”

 

“Because she killed even her own child.”

 

Geum Bitkang’s words fell on my neck like a sharp blade.

 

“It’s not described what Yeomga’s feelings were when killing her child, so how do you know that?”

 

I barely parried Geum Bitkang’s blade.

 

“Because even after killing her child, she continued to use young children as sacrifices without hesitation.”

 

“A person with Yeomga’s level of ability would naturally have plenty of vengeful feelings. Since she had no choice but to kill her own child, perhaps she couldn’t tolerate other people’s children being alive?”

 

The well-sharpened blade approached me again.

 

“If Yeomga had a child in the first place, where did the father go? What was he doing when the child was killed?”

 

I felt my breath catch.

 

“That’s… in the script…”

 

“Right. It’s not in the script. But ‘according to the script,’ it’s a time when not just science but even transportation wasn’t properly developed, right? Gut rituals are extremely political. Money, power, and public sentiment are intricately intertwined.”

 

A part I’d never thought about hits me in the back. From here on, it’s a dead end.

 

“Otherwise, you couldn’t even call a shaman. Poor people can only bow their heads to jangseung or stones at best, but those in power are different.”

 

Geum Bitkang continued speaking while looking at me, unable to say anything.

 

“When disaster-like natural phenomena occur in an isolated village, who do people resent? Hmm?”

 

A shabby village comes to mind. People pointing fingers at Yeomga, voices heard just while passing by, even shouting to get lost, saying they won’t sell to her.

 

“Such a Yeomga would have been lonely, wishing someone would stay by her side. Wouldn’t Yeomga know affection and love? The child would have been born that way. She wouldn’t dare force a shaman to take her.”

 

A man who appeared in Yeomga’s always solitary life, and the small hope that she might be able to build a modest family like others.

 

“Seeing Yeomga carrying a child, wouldn’t the villagers have been even more afraid? Because there would be one more person like Yeomga.”

 

Yeomga and the man placing their hands together on her belly, feeling the baby’s movements, Yeomga smiling while preparing baby clothes. The two walking hand in hand.

 

“And originally… people feel terror when someone they think is different from themselves acts similarly.”

 

People looking at such a Yeomga with bloodshot eyes, plotting dangerous things by the light of oil lamps.

 

“If a beast could speak human words, wouldn’t you want to kill it?”

 

I see blades glinting in people’s hands. Sickles and hoes, knives and scissors.

 

“Then what would be easier to kill – the pregnant shamaness Yeomga, or her husband who often comes to the village for his wife?”

 

Just one line.

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was just one line, but Geum Bitkang was an actress who could unfold Yeomga’s entire life from that alone.

 

“Would she have wanted to bring a child into such a world? Especially if that child had stronger divine power than herself? The child would have to live suffering several times more hardship than she had experienced.”

 

“…”

 

“Would Yeomga after her spouse’s death really be in her right mind? Hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, self-hatred, depression, insomnia, panic disorder, hwabyeong… And probably temporarily unable to make proper judgments.”

 

“…”

 

The life of Yeomga that Geum Bitkang reveals strikes me painfully.

 

“Perhaps Yeomga regretted it after killing her own child? Since it was likely not a decision made in her right mind.”

 

My heart beat anxiously. The character Yeomga, who had felt flat, became understandable to an overwhelming degree.

 

“That’s why she wanted revenge. Even to atone for her child, she couldn’t tolerate this kind of world continuing to run harmoniously.”

 

The persecution for being a shamaness. That light word pressed down on me so heavily I couldn’t breathe. Geum Bitkang’s Yeomga grew in stature.

 

“The size of Yeomga’s resentment can only be felt by Seoryeong, who is also a shamaness. Though she may not know the detailed circumstances, she’d know how big, heavy, and difficult to overcome that grudge is.”

 

Compared to this, my Seoryeong is too small and shabby…

 

“You’re facing such an opponent. That’s why you’re lacking. Got it?”

 

I had no choice but to accept the score Geum Bitkang gave me.

 

“So find it.”

 

“…”

 

“It doesn’t have to be by the drama filming start date, but by all means find it before filming that scene. Understood?”

 

Something hot burns in my chest.

 

I can do it, I can do this. Let me find the Seoryeong who can face Yeomga.

 

“…Yes. I will find it.”

 

I promised to the Yeomga sitting across from me. That I would fight her in proper form.

 

 

 

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Time passed quickly. Meanwhile, the storyline of gradually took on a highly complete form.

 

 

 

“Let’s go with removing the existing dialogue, and change Myeongdo’s character a bit. Make him act before he speaks! I trust our Yeoreum will handle the dialogue well. Let’s expand Seoryeong’s part.”

 

“Won’t that create problems with screen time? If we fill it with my parts, Junhyeok’s agency won’t like it…”

 

 

 

Noh Jeongyeon’s carrots and Geum Bitkang’s relentless whip were provided in a perfect 2:8 ratio. Kwon Junhyeok, who had grown gaunt in just a few days, smiled and gave a thumbs up.

 

 

 

“It’s fine! My entertainment agency scammed me too! So I’ll scam them back once! What’s the point of having a lot of screen time when I can’t even act!”

 

 

 

Kwon Junhyeok’s eyes, which had become strange somehow, were still moist.

 

‘Either way, the characters have definitely been created.’

 

Jeongan, Yeomga, Myeongdo…. They had all gained dimensionality like living, breathing people.

 

‘Except for my Seoryeong.’

 

Why was it 90 points? Where exactly was the missing part? No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t come up with a proper answer.

 

Unable to sleep, I put on my shoes and went outside in the early dawn. I looked up at the dim sky and took a deep breath of the air beaded with morning dew.

 

Perhaps because it had rained yesterday, the temperature was refreshingly cold.

 

‘The place where Seoryeong lived….’

 

What thoughts did Seoryeong have while looking at such a sky? In that isolated place, only Jeongan would have been with her, yet what kind of look should Seoryeong have when she couldn’t even fully open her heart to that Jeongan?

 

“If you don’t sleep now, the path up will be difficult.”

 

Someone’s voice came from behind me. A clear voice that wasn’t hoarse despite the early hour.

 

“…Professor.”

 

It was Geum Bitkang.

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