I’m an Unknown Actress, But Everyone Knows Me - Chapter 249

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Chapter 249

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Now 【Intern Academy’s Academy’s Academy】 had a completely different atmosphere on stage.

‘Everyone’s level of immersion has increased more than before…’

Every day was a new stimulation. The chemistry was so good that I could feel like I had truly become that character.

Every line spoken on stage, every gesture made on stage changed the atmosphere of the play.

“Just how far do we need to!”

“Tell you?”

Tak Jeongyun, along with Kim Ilhui, Lee Yeongju, and Park Sehui, had also raised their acting abilities like crazy. Enough to completely transform the quality of the play itself.

No matter what kind of Jin Jinjoo I showed, they could support me cleanly.

“For now, if you don’t know, just go to academy! That’ll work, right?”

“Just by doing preview and review exactly as the academy tells you, you can do your part! Look at us!”

When I acted as Jin Jinjoo who instinctively felt rejection toward the Internship Academy while keeping distance from her classmates, those two took on the role of following me while chattering like nagging and instilling anxiety,

and conversely, when I acted clingy as if I didn’t know what distance meant, they took on the role of hopping around the stage wanting to know good information all by themselves.

The audience’s laughter could be heard, and weighty gazes were added.

My breathing trembled from the gazes that seemed to burn the small theater with heat.

I thought I wanted to live here forever.

The feeling of not wanting the final curtain call to approach pressed down on me strongly.

The audience couldn’t fail to notice the actors’ performance. Thunderous applause filled the theater where even a single breath could be heard loudly.

“Happy birthday!”

When I went out for the curtain call, people sitting in the audience seats shouted. The applause and shutter sounds got a little louder.

The applause didn’t diminish until I went down below the stage.

【Intern Academy’s Academy’s Academy】 drew heated reactions every time the play ended.

The sense of fulfillment from extracting perfect satisfaction even from regulars who watched and rewatched the same play rang through my head.

“Hey, you did well.”

“Did you hear? What people were saying when they left?”

Theater is ultimately something where everyone must work in harmony. You have to lead scenes straightforwardly without any editing.

From the moment I was truly recognized as the main character by the theater actors, all the characters in 【Intern Academy’s Academy’s Academy】 changed.

[Intern Academy not extending? Fuck]

ㅇㅇ(128.22) There hasn’t been a drama that blew up this much on Dangro recently, right? Seems like they’ll extend it and hit a home run

Anonymous (33.232) But why aren’t they posting announcements? At this rate it’s gonna get shut down

ㅇㅇ(127.27) Can’t find Yonggyo ㅠ Right now everyone wants the intern academy

Tickets became as hard to get as picking stars from the sky, and it was bustling with audiences wanting an extension.

If you were to name the play with the hottest reaction right now, 【Intern Academy’s Academy’s Academy】 would definitely come to mind first.

“That line from the beginning earlier.”

“I think it would be good to deliver that line a bit faster. Like a machine, so two people connect in one sentence-.”

Even after coming down from the stage, talk about acting never ceased.

While wiping sweat, we talked about how to lead the next stage with more completeness.

‘This is what I wanted.’

Not just the moment of being the protagonist on stage, but the real sense of acting. Creating times when I feel truly alive.

We were in the middle of discussing the speed of dialogue exchanges. Through the dressing room mirror, my eyes met with Geum Bitkang who was looking at me.

“Right. Everyone maintain it without losing strength until the end.”

A faint satisfaction showed on Geum Bitkang’s face as she maintained eye contact with her arms crossed.

“If you want to go to the awards ceremony.”

Awards ceremony. At those words, the atmosphere in the dressing room stirred.

‘Could it be…’

It couldn’t be, right? An unbelievable hypothesis came to mind.

“You’ll be going to awards ceremonies often this year.”

“No way…”

Geum Bitkang looked at me like that and opened her mouth.

“That’s right. The White Mountain Arts Award for Young Theater Artists.”

Her voice didn’t waver even a bit.

“You’re going to be nominated.”

It was White Mountain’s only next-generation theater artist award. It was different from existing work awards or acting awards.

‘Proof that I can lead the theater world in the future…’

It was recognition as a theater artist who would be responsible for the next generation.

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Han Taeyang was sitting with his arms crossed solemnly today as well. Since she went out excitedly because it was her birthday, it seemed like she would come home well past midnight again today.

“She’s probably drunk again…”

Beep-.

That’s when it happened. The sound of the front door lock opening could be heard.

“What? Why are you coming home now?”

“Because it’s my birthday.”

Han Yeoreum came in looking like she hadn’t had a single drink, carrying a large box in her arms. It was a beautifully wrapped box.

“Hey, look at this. Noona got support today.”

Han Yeoreum held out a small box. As soon as Han Taeyang received it, he concentrated on carefully removing the stickers without tearing them.

“Try it. It’s no joke.”

“Oh. Later.”

Han Taeyang first placed the snack box on the sofa and watched Han Yeoreum who was carefully unwrapping the large box, making sure not to tear the wrapping paper.

The gift was a chair. A chair used for waiting on filming sets.

Han Yeoreum, who had been stroking the chair with moved eyes, hugged a book to her chest and stood up.

“Now I need to read this reverently, so don’t disturb me.”

“Oh, right.”

Taeyang, who called out to Han Yeoreum as she was about to go to her room, remembered the delivery that came earlier.

“Another gift came earlier, I put it in your room.”

“Oh-. Got it.”

Han Yeoreum went into her room with a halfhearted response and soon made noise by bouncing on her bed.

“I knew as soon as I saw her. This kid is really going to make it big… Ahhh!”

She seemed to be reading the collection of letters from fans one by one.

“It’s not easy to read all that with her own mouth, really…”

Han Taeyang realized through the happiness flowing through the crack in the door why Han Yeoreum came home without drinking today. It must have been to properly read those letters.

Han Taeyang, who took the snack box, also went into his room.

Click, click, click click click.

“These photos came out well…”

And he took pictures of the snack box for quite a long time. A new photo was added to Gallery>HYR>Other folder.

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“Ah, I’m overwhelmed.”

I read the message book three times thoroughly. No matter how much I hear about why I’m good, I never get tired of it.

“Who am I?”

Baby melon bread, someone whose future is anticipated, who seems to become one with the character every time I act so it feels like I’m alive, whose voice is so very pleasant to listen to, and who has the skills to match, so they’ll keep liking me for a long, long time – that’s the actor Han Yeoreum who heard those words.

“Ahhh!”

I can’t fall asleep. I felt my heart pounding while hugging the message book to my chest.

“I can’t sleep today either…”

I felt like I was floating from head to toe. It felt too unreal. The melon bread cookies I ate earlier still taste sweet in my mouth.

“Ah, right. That thing.”

That’s when I noticed the gift box on the desk. Come to think of it, Myeong Jeha said he would send a gift to my house… That must be it.

“What is it? It’s heavy?”

The box that was entirely white including the ribbon was quite heavy. I untied the ribbon and slowly opened the box lid.

Inside were countless scenarios.

“Oh. What are all these.”

Perfect timing. I can’t sleep anyway, so I might as well read myself to sleep.

I pulled out one of the scenarios. It was the script for a romantic comedy drama that had been quite a hit.

“This one was fun.”

The ratings were pretty high too, and above all, the OST was incredibly famous. Come to think of it, Sim Juhwan sang it, so next time I’m in a romance, I should get a Sim Juhwan song…

“…Huh?”

I stopped mid-way through skimming the scenario and froze.

“What is this.”

I racked my brain to recall my memories. Something in the puzzle was off.

I had the illusion of hearing creaking gears grinding.

“…The story changed?”

I had memorized famous works almost by heart. I knew everything about how the actors performed, what the dialogue was like, how scenes were captured on camera, and which songs played in which scenes.

“It’s different…”

But the scenario Myeong Jeha sent me was different from my memory.

I picked up another scenario. That script too had a different ending in the last part of episode 1.

“Don’t tell me this one too?”

I frantically pulled out and skimmed through the scenarios packed tightly in the box. With each page I turned, goosebumps rose all over my body.

At the very bottom compartment of the box were drama scripts that, according to my memory, should be coming out in the near future.

Along with the actor casting lists.

“…Even the actors are completely different…”

One small difference. In the entertainment industry, that one small difference determines success or failure.

No matter how entertaining a work was, if the final episode collapses, it disappears from public memory. No matter how solid a cast you prepare, if even one acting weak link shows through, even anticipated works get buried without a trace.

In this industry where things that seemed like ‘This will work!’ turn into the bewilderment of ‘Why did this fail?’, it’s anyone’s guess what kind of results these changed works will achieve.

‘The future I knew, no, believed in…’

Had changed. All of it.

Guaranteed success and box office hits. My greatest weapon. The only card I had to stand against Do Gyeoul.

It had vanished in an instant. The future became uncertain. My heart pounded painfully like crazy.

‘…Then what am I supposed to do from now on?’

What if I get pushed out by Do Gyeoul again? What if the fans who like me get disappointed in my work? What if I become unknown again? What if I can’t get my name on any project? What if I can’t act again like before?

‘…What am I supposed to believe in now, what criteria should I use to choose projects and act…’

I called Myeong Jeha with trembling hands. He answered before the ringtone could sound even a few times.

“You… what is this? What is this?”

-You already looked? Faster than I thought.

“I’m asking what this is.”

My voice trembled. In contrast, Myeong Jeha was only leisurely.

-Yeoreum.

A quiet voice came through the receiver. Relaxed breathing followed. My hair stood on end.

-The future you know no longer exists.

Myeong Jeha delivered the finishing blow.

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