Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 48
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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 48
’That damn idiot!’
The Casting Director grits his teeth after watching Miranda Bailey’s acting.
Rather than following his orders, she’s becoming even more immersed in her role.
‘…I’ll have to get rid of that bitch this season or next season!’
If he demands it strongly enough, even executive producer Shonda Lynn Rhimes will listen.
‘Speaking of which, when is Ms. Shonda coming…’
Swoosh! Swish!
The Casting Director turns his head at the ear-catching sound and smiles brightly.
“Producer!”
“Shh.”
The Black Woman in her 40s who silenced the Casting Director approaches with muffled footsteps and looks around the Studio.
‘Hmm.’
The Studio where everyone except the Actors holds their breath.
She spots the Hospital Room where the camera is rolling and immediately lowers her sunglasses with interest.
Grey’s Anatomy is set in Seattle, Washington State.
Unlike Rob Corn, the producer of the Seattle part, Eric Stoltz, who was put in charge of filming and directing the LA Studio part for this season only, has been a controversial Manager since his initial recruitment.
Because he’s a former Actor who was still acting until last year, 2008.
Still, fortunately he’s been directing without any major problems so far.
But recently, he suddenly started raising issues with casting, going so far as to directly cast unheard-of Actors, causing a stir.
‘He pushed so hard that I trusted him and left it to him…’
Still, as Shonda Rhymes, the original creator and executive producer of Grey’s Anatomy, she had no choice but to visit once, and coincidentally the Casting Director also contacted her, so she hurried over.
‘But…’
“Worth pushing for.”
“Pr, Pro…”
“Don’t open your mouth. Don’t disturb the filming.”
‘Where does this damn bastard think he’s going to interfere?’
The filming had already been interrupted once by her arrival. If he interfered once more, that immersion would be completely broken.
‘It’s been a while since I’ve seen that look.’
The Actors playing Cristina Yang and Miranda Bailey are tense. These women whose initial desperation had gradually faded as the seasons progressed.
The reason for their tension isn’t because of her.
It was thanks to Johann and Jessica, who were performing so intensely that if this were a real Hospital instead of a Studio, they would have been mistaken for actual patients and patient guardians.
‘Even aside from that, it’s a bit of a waste…’
Just from watching briefly, the two make her heart heavy. Is it okay to waste those two characters in such a one-shot manner?
Improved acting skills from Actors directly translates to higher drama quality.
It was a moment of regret for her as both a novelist and producer.
“Is that so difficult?”
“…Stupid Flash.”
“Here we go with the bickering again.”
The Boy and Young Girl fighting while keeping their voices as low as possible to avoid disturbing the filming.
“You’re a baseball idiot, so you don’t even know how difficult Johann’s acting is, do you?”
“That? …I don’t think so? Look.”
Flash takes a step back from Emily and recalls Johann’s appearance lying in the Hospital Room after Mother, Jessica, left to talk with the doctors.
Then Flash’s expression darkens in an instant.
His eyes distort with emptiness and resignation, and his hand placed on his stomach moves to ease the pain.
His mouth opens weakly.
“I… can’t live, can I?”
Chill!
‘My God…’
Jackson, who was lying against the hospital bed in that Hospital Room Set, is here too.
‘What is this kid?’
Just who is he to be born with such a blessing, such Talent?
From listening to the arguing Young Girl, it seems like the Boy hasn’t learned Acting.
“Cut-! Going for a bust shot!”
Shonda Rhymes snaps back to reality at Eric Stoltz’s shout and approaches Emily and Flash.
“Kids, are you two Friends with that Child by any chance?”
“Yes! But why?”
“Really? Then would you two like to appear too?”
“…What?”
The narrative of the 3-episode minor role was becoming increasingly rich.
* * *
‘Is that… Acting?’
During break time, Jessica Chastain, Miranda Bailey, and Cristina Yang all look puzzled while watching Johann prepare for the next filming.
There’s something called Voice Projection in Acting.
It’s a method of accurately delivering lines and one of the ways to express a character. Only when gestures, expressions, and Voice Projection come together in harmony can a character truly be created.
But that Voice Projection can’t be felt from Johann.
Every word he utters, every sentence, contains only a caring Child who doesn’t want to worry his parents. As if he’s actually afflicted with a terminal illness.
‘That’s not it though…’
‘I don’t understand.’
‘This is Hollywood indeed.’
Every year, incomprehensible geniuses like this appear.
The filming will definitely be done intermittently, but who knows how many days the total filming will take. During that time, they’ll need to keep their wits about them to avoid being called Actors who get overshadowed by a Young Child’s Acting.
“Right. You saw Ms. Rhymes come earlier, didn’t you?”
“Yes. She came and left right away though.”
After saying a few words to Eric Stoltz, she grabbed the Casting Director by the ear and dragged him out.
“That’s fortunate…”
“Huh?”
“Oh, no! I was saying I feel sorry for the minor role actors who’ll be filming with that Child soon.”
“…You’re filming with him too.”
As Miranda Bailey and Cristina Yang move away, Jessica also crouches in a corner of the filming location, in the spot with the best view of the next filming location. As if she won’t miss a single moment of Johann’s upcoming Acting.
Johann notices her behavior but ignores it, recalling what just happened.
‘Bust shot…’
“Something feels off.”
He had to pour out the same emotions he’d already released. Not just once, but four times.
‘Is it because I didn’t absorb an Actor?’
Interest fades with each take.
‘The One Who Became a Star’ is also uncomfortable.
In real combat, expressing the same expression and same emotions means failure, and he’s already done this kind of thing to death at the Training Camp.
Only the ‘Boy’ who dreamed of being an Actor and was born with such Talent enjoys it.
“But where did those kids go?”
They scurried away earlier and still aren’t visible.
‘Did they go to the Restroom?’
Even though they bicker with each other, they seem to rely on each other at times like this.
“You know what the next filming scene is, right?”
“Yes.”
Eric Stoltz approaches with a mischievous smile.
‘All thanks to this child again!’
The reason Shonda Rhimes kicked the casting director out of the studio.
“I’ll film from start to finish in a long take without cutting, so play to your heart’s content.”
‘Oh? With this?’
Johann’s eyes lit up as he looked at the worn guitar.
“Make sure to take your medicine. Don’t go out in the wind.”
“Have a safe trip!”
“…I’ll be back.”
Smooch!
Warm lips touch Jackson’s forehead and pull away.
Early morning, a mother who must leave her sick child behind.
She forces herself to take reluctant steps, and shortly after she closes the door, Jackson rolls his eyes and sits up.
“I’m not sick.”
His stomach barely hurts thanks to the painkiller given early in the morning.
He quietly gets down from the bed, slightly opens the door, and pokes his head into the corridor to look both ways.
“Nobody’s there.”
No mother, no nurse who had nagged about absolute bed rest.
Now it’s my time.
Time to explore the hospital.
Jackson grins and carefully sneaks out of the hospital room with his most precious treasure, his guitar, waddling past under the desk.
Guardians who spot Jackson and smile.
“Shh. Shh.”
Don’t look at me. Go away.
“Where are you going like that?”
“I’m trying to leave the hospital.”
“Why?”
“It’s stuffy here… Ahhh!”
Jackson turns his head sensing something strange, spots Miranda Bailey, and tumbles over.
She sighs and extends her hand.
Jackson also gives up and takes her hand to get up.
“Why did you leave your hospital room?”
“Obviously because it’s stuffy.”
“So you pulled out your IV drip too?”
“…Heh. Heh.”
What should I do with this little troublemaker.
“Jackson. No matter what, you can’t pull out the IV drip. That’s…”
“It’s expensive.”
The IV drip he gets twice a day.
It’s all hospital bills. It’s all money that makes things hard for mother.
So if he splits one into morning and afternoon doses, maybe the money mother pays could be reduced.
“Oh my goodness.”
A thought only possible because he’s a young child.
Miranda Bailey’s heart aches as she forces herself to make a stern expression.
“Still, you can’t! That’s medicine to keep you from hurting. If you don’t get your medicine and become sicker, how sad would your mother be?”
“…I’m sorry.”
He hadn’t thought that far.
“Instead, if you get your IV drip, I’ll take you to the lobby.”
“Really?!”
Surprised Jackson rolls his eyes.
“Can I get it in the lobby?”
“Really now… Fine. Just this once, okay?”
“Wow!”
Jackson heads to the lobby happily.
Buzz buzz!
“Wow!”
People. Seeing so many people walking around, he finally feels like he can breathe.
“No. This is as far as you go.”
Seattle is very cold right now. There’s nothing good about a young patient being exposed to cold wind.
“Tch.”
Jackson pouts and wanders around here and there before sitting in a chair.
The lobby doesn’t have much to see.
Still, he likes how spacious and high it is.
“Will mother and I be able to live in such a big place someday?”
“…Of course. Someday that will definitely happen.”
“I really hope so.”
It’s impossible, but if that happens, the second biggest room should be filled with toys.
Jackson smiles thinking of the distant future and plucks his guitar strings.
Ding-a-ling!
“I have a ship. A ship that can go anywhere in the world.”
Beautiful melody echoing through the lobby.
The scent of hope spreads, but no one looks.
Sick people, guardians of sick people, people who are no longer sick.
Sick and desolate, exhausted and not looking.
Though among people, the two are isolated as if stranded on a deserted island.
Still, the child steadfastly sings of hope.
“Oh, God.”
Please save this child.
Though he’s a child who only causes reckless mischief, please don’t take away this child who sings of hope too soon.
Miranda Bailey forcibly suppresses the rising tears and becomes Jackson’s only listener.
That was the moment.
“Jackson-!”
Tap tap tap!
Johann spots Emily and Flash running over and opens his eyes wide.
“Huh?”
Johann’s genuine reaction was captured directly on camera.
* * *
“…When did you get here?! You could have at least contacted me!”
He forcibly reconnects his broken immersion at the sight of Emily and Flash in makeup.
“Surprise!”
“Ah, so this is why people curse…”
“Ja, Jackson. Your, your inner thoughts are coming out…”
“Jackson, were you singing again?”
“Yeah, Flash!”
“We want to listen too!”
“…Want to?”
It was the moment Jackson, no Johann, grabbed his guitar again.
“Cut!”
The immersion completely shattered by Eric Stoltz’s call.
Johann looks at Flash with surprised eyes.
‘This kid just now….’
He acted. Flash, who’s an idiot at everything except baseball.
And so naturally at that.
Flash had this kind of talent hidden within him.
‘On the other hand….’
“Why! What!”
Emily’s face turns bright red, perhaps because of her earlier stumble.
‘How interesting.’
From what he’d seen at school and Giselle’s wedding, she seemed like she’d be good at acting, but she wasn’t managing it. That’s why it was interesting.
“Ah! I’m sorry, Mr. Wilson. We got too caught up talking among ourselves, didn’t we?”
“…No.”
‘How long has it been?’
Since coming to the hospital set near the studio, the hospital set prepared since last season for smooth filming of Grey’s Anatomy, she had truly become Miranda Bailey.
As if Miranda Bailey had possessed her, she felt sorry for Johann and even prayed.
The feeling of living and breathing as Miranda Bailey after so long.
The feeling of returning to the early season, when Miranda Bailey was an intern.
That’s why she managed to pass the long take shot in one go, something even decent actors mess up.
‘This child will make it big.’
She felt like they’d meet again on a bigger stage before long.
“The next scene is about my perspective watching you hang out with friends, so just talk about anything with each other.”
Singing would be fine too.
“Really? Thank you! Emily, is there anything you want to hear?”
Emily, who might get sulky at this rate.
“Alicia Keys’ No One.”
“Uh….”
‘Who’s that?’
Johann quickly turned on his phone.
* * *
“Great work!”
“I’m more grateful. Can you do the same tomorrow?”
Today’s filming ended with the scene of talking with friends in the lobby.
Following Rick Bottom’s advice, Johann greets each of the actors, Eric Stoltz, and all the staff members before leaving the hospital set.
The sunset painting the sky orange seems to be saying good job.
“How did that really happen?”
“Ah, well…!”
Johann nods after hearing Emily’s explanation.
‘What a grateful person.’
Not only did they get rid of the casting director, but they also gave Emily and Flash unforgettable memories – such a generous person.
The person named Shonda Lynn Rhimes gets etched in Johann’s mind like that.
“So how was today? Was it fun?”
“Hmm… Yeah!”
It was fun.
But that’s as far as it goes.
“But I like baseball!”
‘You could do both though….’
Still, he respects Flash’s opinion.
“Ugh. I was terrible.”
Unlike Flash who was natural, she was like a stiff robot.
Seeing the camera filming her made her stomach churn, and her mind went completely blank. Her appearance on the monitor was truly unsightly.
“Pfft! Scaredy-cat Emily.”
“What did you say?!”
Clap!
Johann claps his hands to calm his friends down.
“Well then, let’s head home for today!”
His parents will be worried.
“Already?”
Both of them express disappointment.
“Right. What are you planning to do from today?”
Johann, who can’t go home for a while because of reporters and paparazzi.
“W-would you like to come to our house?”
“Hey, scaredy-cat Emily. Why would Johann sleep at your house? Johann’s a guy, so naturally he should come to our house where there are lots of guys!”
“…Johann!”
Whose house will he sleep at.
Emily and Flash got fired up.
“Thanks for both offering, but I’m fine. I decided to sleep at Ada’s house.”
“Ah…?”
“Ms. Ada has a house?”
“…She’s a Lewis & Boris Senior lawyer, there’s no way she wouldn’t have a house, Emily.”
“Aha?”
Even if not for that, he has plans today.
“Hmm. So when will you start going to school?”
“From next week?”
“Got it! Then see you next week!”
“What do you mean see you next week. We have to give our Johann a ride.”
“Oh?”
“Stupid Flash….”
“…Scaredy-cat Emily!”
“This is really!”
Johann shook his head watching his friends walk away.
“Yeah, Larry. I have a favor to ask.”
The ‘Boy’ he absorbed today comes to mind.
A child who got liver cirrhosis at a young age and eventually faded away without even blooming.
A child who died in pain.
A child whose situation was similar to the character Jackson he acted today.
‘How sad.’
The ‘Boy’ who was excited to act out his dreams.
Could he have been cured if there had been money.
Could he have overcome it if there had been hope.
“I want to support pediatric liver cirrhosis patients.”
He wants to donate all the appearance fee he’ll receive this time.
-…?!
Larry was greatly surprised.
* * *
The place Johann headed to after parting with his friends was Joe Walsh’s mansion.
“Oh! You came?”
Johann turns his head to look at Joe Walsh’s manager.
He awkwardly smiles and turns his head away.
Johann sighs and looks at the two old men wearing only pants.
Joe Walsh and Jimmy Page, their faces the same color as the completely set sunset outside.
“Aren’t you going back, Mr. Page?”
As far as Johann knew, he lived in Britain.
“Johann, kid. Do you know what’s good about being old?”
It’s that no matter where you go, there’s no one to worry about you.
“Isn’t that a sad thing to say?”
“Uhahahat! Once you get married later, you’ll understand what I mean!”
Johann shakes his head and looks at Brian McKnight staggering up between the two.
His eyes are unfocused from however much he drank.
“Hehehe. You came-! I knew you would!”
“…Thank you once again, Mr. McKnight.”
Thanks to Brian McKnight, Giselle’s wedding was able to shine even brighter.
“Giselle really loved it.”
Not just Giselle, but all the models, actors, and singer stars who attended that day coveted the dedication song and sang along.
“Let me show you what we filmed here.”
“Oh?”
Joe Walsh and Jimmy Page rush over too.
-Oh, my Queen-!
“Hooh.”
“Hehut.”
A flash of envy crosses Joe Walsh and Jimmy Page’s eyes.
A scene they used to see when they held concerts in the old days.
Brian McKnight, now sobered up, stares intently at the video. Soon, a thrilling pleasure runs through his entire body.
‘How long has it been since I’ve seen this sight?’
The general public no longer seeks out singer Brian McKnight.
Even when they do look, it’s only fans who seek him out.
Of course, if he held a concert now, the seats would still be sold out.
But that would only be for that moment.
Once a year, or maybe once every two or three years. And the more it repeats, the faster singer Brian McKnight will be forgotten.
Billboard’s performance tells that story.
“…You just said it was thanks to me, right?”
No. It’s all because the songs were good.
That’s why he’s grateful.
For letting him see this scene again.
For making the stars go wild.
Brian McKnight looks at Johann with warm eyes.
“Johann, there are many pleasant songs to listen to in the world.”
However, songs where situations and emotions are drawn just from the melody alone are rare.
Moreover, those songs moved emotions.
‘And songs like that…’
Always received the public’s love.
This time’s songs were those kinds of songs.
‘That’s why it’s regrettable.’
Because dedication songs are inherently difficult to come out into the world.
But it’s not unfortunate.
“You’ll create songs that move emotions again.”
Dozens, hundreds of songs. Countless ones will be created as you continue living.
“Probably so.”
The more experiences he has in the future, the more beings he can absorb and read, the larger and more numerous the orbs will become.
“…Uhahahat! Yes, that’s the spirit!”
That spirit that it’s never coincidence, that he can create them again. With this kind of spirit, advice wasn’t really necessary.
“Wait a moment! We need to see this big!”
“Joe, give it here. I’ll do it.”
“Hurry up! Brian kid, go get beer and soda!”
“Yes, yes. Someone dozens of years younger like me should move. If I made drunk old men who can’t even control their bodies do it, I’d end up cleaning corpses.”
“What, you brat?!”
“We’re not that old yet!”
Johann chuckled at their instantly noisy behavior and headed toward the sofa.
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