I’m an Unknown Actress, But Everyone Knows Me - Chapter 227

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Chapter 227

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I tapped Chu Gaeul on the shoulder by the wall, some distance away from the coffee truck. The kid looked completely listless.

“Hey, what’s wrong with you? Normally you would have said ‘Hey! Han Yeoreum! What’s the point of having two types of churros? Where’s the dipping sauce?'”

“What’s…”

“You should be complaining about why there’s no chocolate dipping sauce by now.”

Who killed our kid’s spirit? It must be Do Gyeoul, of course.

“I don’t know… I really tried to do well.”

I started cheering up Chu Gaeul.

“You couldn’t match with the regular actors… Chu Gaeul… This child will be called the <Stage Whirlwind>…”

A moment of silence lingered. I nudged Myeong Jeha with my elbow.

“The elder should back me up here.”

Let me try again.

“Even child actors can’t keep up with… the <Stage Whirlwind>.”

“Chu Gaeul, a terrifying child…”

“Yeah, that’s it!”

Had he read the acting textbook <Glass X> in the meantime? Myeong Jeha smoothly continued on his own. I was admiring his smooth delivery when Chu Gaeul’s face turned red.

“Hey! Han Yeoreum! Don’t do that kind of thing!”

“You haven’t even read <Glass X Face>? An actor shouldn’t be like this, right elder? She lacks basic attitude. Please scold her a bit.”

“That’s right… that won’t do…”

“Why are you starting to resemble Han Yeoreum too, Myeong Jeha!”

This is it. This clear, ringing voice. This vocal projection. I familiarly listened to Chu Gaeul’s scolding while drinking my coffee.

Since it’s coffee I bought with my own money, it tastes good. Please brew Do Gyeoul’s coffee with burnt beans.

“Are you having trouble with character analysis?”

Myeong Jeha suddenly asked Chu Gaeul sharply. A moment of silence passed, as if he had hit a sore spot.

“…Yeah.”

Chu Gaeul answered in a shrinking voice.

“If it were you, Yeoreum, how do you think you would have acted Suk-bin Choi?”

The end of her voice trembled as if seeking help.

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‘Wow…’

Director Hwang, who had been grinding a cigarette on the ground behind the wall, listened intently to Han Yeoreum’s interpretation.

‘They don’t say KNUA, KNUA for nothing.’

Hwang Heenam also knew Han Yeoreum well.

In the first place, there was no one in this industry who hadn’t felt the crazy popularity of last year’s <Strange Tales>.

Even the bold move of screening the final episode in movie theaters. It was truly a work like every director’s dream.

“Sociopath? Suk-bin Choi? But I have to smile often.”

“Fool. Who told you not to smile? Think carefully, Chu Gaeul! Stage Whirlwind!”

“Terrifying child…”

Though they seemed to be bickering and playing around, the content was incredibly sharp. It was a direction even Director Hwang hadn’t considered.

The Suk-bin Choi that Director Hwang had set up was a cliché. He thought twisting just Jang Heebin alone would be enough.

‘Yeongjo’s paranoia came from Suk-bin Choi…’

Obsessive-compulsive disorder. Repetitive thoughts arising from anxiety.

It refers to symptoms of ‘compulsively’ repeating certain behaviors to reduce that anxiety.

“Then how about showing Suk-bin Choi’s propriety as obsessive-compulsive disorder?”

“How?”

“Being obsessed with arranging objects neatly, with symmetry and alignment.”

Chu Gaeul, who had been listening to Han Yeoreum’s interpretation, was also beginning to grasp it.

‘Then what about paranoia?’

Paranoia arising from excessive suspicion and distrust of others.

Director Hwang was curious how self-centered interpretation and exaggerated victim consciousness would be expressed in a ‘proper’ manner.

“Sidelong glances.”

As if providing an answer to that, Han Yeoreum replied.

“Suk-bin Choi would often keep her head bowed.”

“Right. She’d be anxious if the other person wasn’t in her field of vision. So she’d roll her eyes.”

A Suk-bin who was definitely different from others was created without greatly disrupting the flow within the script. Director Hwang was dying to hear more of Han Yeoreum’s interpretation.

‘But if I butt in here…’

Chu Gaeul’s interpretation, which had been in a tense state, would end. Director Hwang held back and waited for the next words.

“Now I understand. How I should smile.”

Chu Gaeul spoke with a confident voice.

“Hey! Han Yeoreum! Myeong Jeha! Thanks! Then I’m going to look in the mirror now! See you later!”

The sound of Chu Gaeul moving away could be heard, and Myeong Jeha spoke.

“Yeoreum, could you bring me a cup of coffee? I’ll go see Director Hwang. Meet me in front of the van.”

“We should follow proper order… Anyway, it’s good to see it was helpful!”

As Han Yeoreum’s voice faded away, Director Hwang almost unconsciously tried to hold her back from leaving. He deeply realized why this director and that director all talked about Han Yeoreum.

“Director, did you enjoy listening?”

At the voice from above his head, Director Hwang’s heart sank. Myeong Jeha was looking at Director Hwang, though he didn’t know when he had noticed.

‘He shouldn’t have been visible from beyond the wall?’

As if answering his expression, Myeong Jeha said.

“I could see the cigarette smoke, and it looked like one person’s worth.”

Well, there was no way a staff member would be smoking alone here. They were too busy to take personal smoke breaks. Unless it was someone of Director Hwang’s level.

“Did you do that for me to hear?”

“To some extent.”

Director Hwang looked at the actor before him with interest. A face well-crafted between boy and young man.

Someone who inevitably made you want to capture him in a camera was smiling brightly.

“Such a good interpretation wouldn’t be free.”

“It’s fine. Just spread some good rumors about me to people around Director Hwang later.”

Myeong Jeha lowered his well-shaped eyebrows and trailed off.

“She’s a kid who works hard, but there are already various rumors about her.”

“What? What rumors?”

When he dropped the bait, Director Hwang immediately asked.

“You know those initial articles. Rising actor H got an audition opportunity thanks to top actor J, but it seems suspicious and whatnot.”

He could immediately tell who he was talking about. Director Hwang frowned.

“Seriously, tsk.”

“The reason top actor J opened the audition. Director, you definitely felt it today.”

Myeong Jeha spoke in a low voice as if making a request. Certainly, one public mention from an industry insider carries quite a lot of power.

Especially if it’s from Hwang Heenam, who has put every historical drama he’s handled on the path to success.

“If an idol-origin actor was stubbornly insisting on being cast, I wouldn’t have stayed still either, I would have done something.”

“Of course. In fact, idol-origin actor K was trying to steal the position, but she somehow earned it with her skills… Why do people who write initial articles do that…”

Director Hwang nodded at Myeong Jeha’s words.

“Right. It’s not like it costs money, what the heck!”

“Thank you.”

“Looking at how you use your head, you’ll be in this industry for a long time.”

Myeong Jeha smiled back at Director Hwang’s hearty laugh.

“Yes. For a very long time.”

“Right! Let’s really work together on the next project. Okay? Got it?”

Myeong Jeha slightly turned his head. This place was almost at the end of the wall, a structure where ‘someone’ could easily be around the corner.

The presence moved away.

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“Gyeoul, what’s wrong?”

“Manager, just a moment. I have something I need to look up.”

Do Gyeoul frantically pressed the keyboard keys with her fingers. She wanted to cram every single word Han Yeoreum said into her brain.

Concubine, virtuous, wise, sociopath, goal-oriented, Choi, Yeongjo’s paranoia, obsessive-compulsive disorder—she had to save all of it somehow.

‘Can you notice it?’

The moment the word ‘sociopath’ came out of Han Yeoreum’s mouth, Do Gyeoul almost screamed.

She felt a dizzying joy at Han Yeoreum’s interpretation, which seemed to perfectly understand the characteristics of someone who had crossed beyond normal standards.

‘How? How?’

It wasn’t simply strange, different, or unpleasant—it was complete understanding.

Gyeoul’s hands moved faster at the interpretation that seemed to grasp the other person entirely. Typos mixed in here and there, but she didn’t care.

‘How did you understand?’

Though she heard it from far away, each of Han Yeoreum’s pronunciations was perfectly conveyed.

“Because she thinks people who are swayed by emotions are stupid.”

A thrill ran down the back of her neck. She could instantly understand why Han Yeoreum had been on her mind all this time. Han Yeoreum resembled Do Gyeoul.

And only Han Yeoreum had perfectly understood Do Gyeoul.

“Ahaha!”

Do Gyeoul, who had written down every word Yeoreum uttered, burst into laughter while saving Han Yeoreum’s interpretation.

Not caring at all about the gazes of the people around her who were making puzzled expressions.

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