I’m an Unknown Actress, But Everyone Knows Me - Chapter 32

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Episode 32

-What. How annoying.

Hina was there.

-…Hina?

-I have no intention of hanging out with you guys. Move.

A corrupted Hina was standing there.

[️♨ Ugh. Why are you so annoying from so far away…-_-^^^ Totally irritating♨️️]

-What? lol I can’t predict what’s going to happen next

-The next episode is the finale and they’re doing this;; Is it just going to end chaotically?

︎˪The spoiler about it being a comedy webtoon seems right lol if this kind of thing had a serious ending that would be more bullshit

The viewers who were watching quickly shared their reactions to the unexpected development in real-time. Aetami was no exception.

“It became a corruption genre~!”

The cheerful and lively heroine with a sunny atmosphere, Hina, had somehow become a rebellious heroine.

With an electric guitar case slung on her back, she bumped into the two people’s shoulders and swaggered past them.

-This is…. Don’t tell me….

-No matter what happens, Hina is the heroine?

Ju Junseo and Pi Chaewon’s ominous predictions began.

Rustle- The sound of pages turning was heard.

The twisted Hina’s daily activities were shown. Hina skipped school and went to the infirmary to get some sleep. The friends who had been close to Hina came looking for her out of concern, but

-This has nothing to do with you guys.

She spat out the same line and ran away.

Hina wandered the streets. On the overpass at sunset, she clenched her fists and looked down at the street. And then it happened.

-If you keep frowning like that, you’ll only hurt yourself.

-…Ha.

-Losing yourself. You should stop doing that.

-Who are you to say that.

-A senior who’s walked the path you’re standing on? Haha.

Another man appeared. It was the cost-ineffective gentle type sub-male that Jun had mentioned.

Chaewon and Jun, who were sitting together on one side of the stairs, simultaneously spread both hands to cover their faces and sighed.

-I think that’s right.

-Uh….

A Post-it Note was stuck above the two of them.

-This isn’t just a school story, but turns out to be Hina’s journey of finding herself. Something like that, right? She could debut in a band.

-There she’d meet managers or other entertainers…. That side could become the male lead.

-Yeah…. And we’d only appear in drunk Hina’s flashbacks. Reminiscing about her brilliant high school days…. She might even use it as lyrics for her own songs….

Before they knew it, the orange sunset gradually disappeared from above the overpass, and the sky turned navy blue. At the same time, white streetlights turned on.

Jun, who had been silently looking at the sky, called out to Chaewon. Like they had become much more comfortable with each other.

-…Hey.

-What.

-You and me. Can we go back?

-Don’t say such clichéd things. Then we really won’t be able to go back.

-Those damn clichés.

Jun laughed quietly. It was the first time seeing him smile.

Chaewon, who was watching Jun like that, also showed a tired smile. She was still wearing Jun’s jersey.

-We’ll definitely go back.

Chaewon got up from the stairs and dusted off her clothes.

That’s when it happened. Her body became translucent again. The focus blurred. Her body wouldn’t move.

Beep- Tinnitus was heard. Her vision went black.

-Chaewon.

What appeared on the screen again was the back view of a sitting woman. And slowly the focus shifted. It was the person the woman was looking at.

-You need to wake up.

It was Pi Chaewon lying on a hospital room bed.

The screen transitioned slowly. Pi Chaewon’s gray school uniform hanging on the wall. Romance comics stacked on the nightstand, Pepero that had been bought despite knowing Chaewon couldn’t eat them.

-Our Chaewon…. You need to wake up quickly and go to school.

The woman held the sleeping Pi Chaewon’s hand. Then she caressed the lifeline on her palm. As if believing she would surely come back to life, she pressed and traced the lifeline with her fingernail.

Beep- Beep-.

The machine in the hospital room made small noises.

Chaewon’s fingers twitched slightly. As if that was all she could move.

[The cherry on top of the parfait belongs to the heroine!]

“Aaaaah!!! This is crazy!!!”

Aetami screamed.

‘s episode 7 view count. 870,000 achieved in just one day.

* * *

Do Gyeoul crumpled the scenario she had received in her hands. It was the scenario she had received through her entertainment agency. The video she saw with her eyes was much better implemented than what was written in text.

“Han Yeoreum….”

As if that world truly existed. Han Yeoreum transcended the written words and unfolded before my eyes.

I recalled Han Yeoreum’s worn script from the reading video.

Inside that scenario with even the Post-it notes at the end crumpled up, Han Yeoreum’s analysis would be written there. I became curious about what kind of analysis she had done.

“I want it.”

Gyeoul muttered. Then once again, he rewound the video back to the very beginning.

He watched it over and over until he memorized all the dialogue. As if engraving each of Han Yeoreum’s gestures into his brain.

It was different from the acting she had shown on the first day of class. Han Yeoreum had grown much more.

Gyeoul looked at Han Yeoreum filling up an entire wall. There were more than just one or two things different from the scenario he had received. As if she had discovered the character anew on set each time.

“Ahaha.”

Gyeoul laughed softly as if amused.

Han Yeoreum. This seemed like it would work. The fact that a mere web drama had caused this much impact was all thanks to Han Yeoreum. Gyeoul could be certain of it.

Gyeoul had always acted exactly as written in the script. Some said it was perfect, others said it was obsessive. Still others said he was an actor who knew how to perfectly respect the writer.

‘Idiots.’

They were all wrong. Understanding people was incredibly difficult for Gyeoul. He always felt like there was a wall erected before his eyes.

He couldn’t understand the roles beyond that wall. No matter how much he memorized lines or made perfect expressions, there were limits to his acting.

“Manager. It’s me. Gyeoul.”

But now it was different.

Do Gyeoul contacted his entertainment agency. Gyeoul had distanced himself from acting activities using college entrance exams as an excuse, but now he felt like he could do it.

“Please submit scenarios for me. I want to do the brightest roles possible. Romantic comedy.”

He could do it. No, he wanted to do it. Like that. Like Han Yeoreum.

The scenario in Gyeoul’s hand was tattered. Every part that differed from the scenario was completely checked off.

* * *

This was MBS’s Drama Center located in Ilsan. On the 7th floor, the Center Director checked the graph with an expression like he’d been hit hard.

“…Does this even make sense? Huh?”

Saturday and Sunday, 10 PM – the time slot called prime time. It was a drama featuring recognizable actors and a director whose previous work had achieved decent ratings in the 10% range.

“Of all things, we’re losing to Intube!”

But from the middle part onwards, the initial ratings weren’t very promising.

It was low between 10 to 15 minutes, then jumped slightly after that. The cause analysis brought surprising results.

“? Huh? Even the title sounds like kids playing around!”

Low budget, rookie actors, but what hurt the Drama Center Director’s pride most was the fact that they had lost to mere ‘Intube’ – not even a cable channel.

“MBS lost to a platform where you can rewatch anything for free!”

It was unthinkable. They never imagined people would watch dramas late because they were watching Intube.

“Center Director. Instead of this, shouldn’t we also be activating our Intube channel?”

After a moment of silence, someone brave raised their hand and spoke.

“I heard JC ENM is looking for scripts for a sequel web drama.”

“Come on. They just got lucky this once, how do we know if the sequel will succeed?”

“…Jegal Rok is overseeing it.”

No one could argue against the name Jegal Rok. Instead, it strengthened the opinion that they should activate their Intube channel.

“Currently, the highest view count among MBS channels is 780,000, and both the impact and comment count are significantly different from .”

The Center Director bit his lips at the undeniable fact.

As Intube grew, broadcast stations each created channels and uploaded all kinds of videos, but the public was cold. They didn’t feel excessive interest in things they’d already seen.

‘6 hours out of 24.’

The time the public spends using media.

From broadcast stations, the film industry, sports, countless brands, shopping malls, celebrities and influencers who each want to become famous – they all grit their teeth and compete to occupy the public’s spare time.

‘If this continues….’

Everyone was feeling it. The authority of broadcast stations was in danger.

This was clear ecosystem destruction.

“Still, won’t it get better once the final episode of comes out?”

They tried to have hope, but the Center Director shook his head. Apart from being angry, he was acknowledging reality.

“No. Now they’ll want videos that are stimulating, fun, short and fast-paced like . They won’t even think of looking for anything else.”

SNS where people with similar hobbies gather, feeds where you can collect only what you like, platforms where you can reach out and immediately watch for free. It was a society that had begun revolving around individual preferences.

“Thinking about it the other way, programs that go against that grain won’t be able to survive….”

The trigger had already been pulled. A new trend was rushing in like a tsunami.

* * *

“Did Yeoreum come?”

“Jjang Director~.”

The team gathered once more before the final episode. It was the wrap party.

As soon as I opened the restaurant door and entered, the Writer and Director welcomed me.

Staff members sitting here and there also waved at me. I bowed my head as I entered.

“I’m so excited. Really.”

Team Leader Seong gargled with soju and giggled. The restaurant was filled with the elation characteristic of a successful project.

‘s view count had finally broken through 1 million. It was an unparalleled performance for a web drama. Each episode’s video circulated as clips. Even those clips recorded high view counts.

“Look at this. Blog posts about the final episode are already going up.”

“We didn’t circulate those, did we?”

“Nope. They wrote them on their own because of the view count.”

Everywhere, people talked about how successful was, and talked some more.

Among the sizzling smell of grilling meat, the joy of success spread. Drama fans with many followers also attached themselves to on their own.

It was a positive sign that the next web drama produced by JC ENM would have a smooth start.

“Our Chaewon~. Our lucky charm.”

The Writer wrapped me a lettuce wrap with five pieces of meat. She said offers for next project contracts were coming from everywhere.

“Later… definitely… we have to work together, okay?”

She’s saying the same thing as Jjang Director. I couldn’t answer because my cheeks were about to burst, so I nodded vigorously. Ju Junseo sitting next to me poured me some cider.

“Alright!!! Finally!!! final episode!!!”

The final episode video was uploaded on the Intube screen displayed large on the wall.

“Starting!!! Now!!!”

Amid everyone’s cheers, the video was clicked.

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