Lord Of Dying Smoke - Chapter 184



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The King of Death Smoke Episode 184

Blood Audition (10)

Of course, Kang Min didn’t ask his close friend to act as a lesbian.

That’s crazy territory.

As for Kang Min, he just made a light recommendation.

“In order to dispel any rumors, I have to show the exact opposite side of myself. How about showing an intimate side of actor Leroy in any script?”

And Seobom understood it this way.

‘My senior is telling me to lie down on the grass and sleep and chew on gall bladder!’

How could she pretend to be friendly with someone she felt sorry for not being able to crack her brains in front of other people? Seo Bom couldn’t help but tremble.

And, after hearing this advice from Seobom, Aislinn Lewis muttered:

“Crazy bitch.”

“You don’t even try to put on a show anymore.”

“Why would you do that? If you didn’t have any friends, why would you call us and ask for help?”

“… … .”

“And isn’t half of what’s going on right now your fault? What kind of crazy bitch is going to try to hit you in the head with a wrench? Shouldn’t you get a psychiatric evaluation?”

“… … .”

Seo Bom, who was hit repeatedly with facts, was rarely able to speak.

It was a situation that made the manager and high-ranking officials of the agency cry and give a standing ovation.

But for now, it’s true that that crazy behavior contributed to the audition craze that swept the United States.

Aislin clicked her tongue and reluctantly crossed her arms.

“So, what’s the problem? Just pretend to be friendly.”

“… It’s not easy. It’s like dealing with a person who said something like that to your senior.”

Seobom muttered.

“I get goosebumps all over my body. I feel sick, my hands are shaking, I feel dizzy, I can’t breathe, I feel like I can’t breathe. I don’t know if this is possible for me.”

Judith Leroy was beginning to suspect that Seobom had forgotten she was there.

Aislin frowned.

“Well, I understand.”

Do you understand, Judith thought.

“But it’s necessary. I don’t want the whole show to fall apart before I even get to appear on it.”

“I guess you don’t want to appear with your senior. That’s why you’re trying to help me.”

“Is there a problem? I’m the best among all the contestants.”

“Regardless of whether it’s true or not, people are praising Penelope Olsen.”

“… … .”

This time it was Aislin’s turn to wiggle her eyebrows.

The two stared at each other silently.

A hamster in the corner of the conference room trembled in fear at the staring contest between the dragon and the tiger.

After a while, the two of them sighed and turned their heads at the same time.

“Change your mind.”

“How?”

“If Judith LeRoy is so disgusting that you can’t stand her, why don’t you think of someone else you might like? Even if you’re a rotten actor, you can at least ‘cover up’ her, right?”

“That’s certainly not impossible, but….”

It’s possible, Judith thought.

Even in the Actors Studio lectures, he asserted, “It is an ideal achievement, but only a few actors can achieve it.”

Even though she said, “It’s possible,” Seo Bom’s face was pale. It was an expression that showed that she didn’t want to do it at all.

And Aislin was frowning.

“I tell you, there is no option to just let it slide.”

“…yes.”

“It’s good that the audition is popular, but it’s too popular. There are probably a lot of people who have twisted balls. In order to prevent you from being used, you have to properly run the washing machine. For Min’s sake. Do you understand?”

“……yes.”

“I wish I knew.”

“… … .”

Seobom hesitated, hesitated for a while longer, and eventually bit her lip and agreed.

The two had a conversation. It was quite a long conversation.

Aislin nodded.

“Just stay still. I have a good idea.”

Aislin went out somewhere and came back with a bunch of photographs.

Then he took out a piece of paper, spread some glue on it, and stuck it firmly on Judith’s forehead.

Judith felt like crying.

“how is it?”

“…Why is there a picture of you and Mr. Lewis together?”

“Oh, mistake.”

The photo changed with a tone that did not seem like even a little bit of a mistake.

“… It seems like it might be possible, just barely.”

“thank god.”

“… … But, may I ask where you got these photos of your senior?”

“No.”

“… … .”

“… … .”

The atmosphere became tense again.

‘Ugh…’

Why is that?

Why am I among these lunatics?

Judith Leroy wanted to smack herself in the head for having the absurd idea of ​​what to do with Kang Min a few weeks ago.

‘Ugh…’

And so began the grueling training that made each minute feel like an hour.

* * *

Naturally, not everyone was receptive to Seo Bom’s script, even though the head of WMA was out of his mind.

The United States is the birthplace of PCism, but that is why it is even more harsh on those who have a superficial understanding and who try to use it without knowing much. It is better not to do it than to touch it carelessly.

A murmur rose from the audience.

Amidst the shallow commotion, some suspicious glances were directed at Seobom and Judith.

The judges also couldn’t hide their confusion.

“Was there a script like that?”

“Yes, well. The second one is based on a synopsis, so the actors can freely change the lines… .”

“Wouldn’t it be effective?”

“On the other hand, if you don’t do it properly, it’ll be terrible. Everyone who wants to curse will flock to you.”

“Well, actor Kang is barely keeping the mood alive….”

“It’s a big risk.”

Everyone made eye contact and looked anxious.

When it came to Penelope, her expression was filled with worry. No matter what, if she was Kangmin’s close friend, she couldn’t be treated like a stranger.

Whenever I met Kangmin, I felt sorry for him because he had such an obviously depressed expression on his face.

Penelope glanced at him and whispered.

“Is that kid okay? It’s a clever idea, but it’s a bit too much… .”

“Private Choi, you son of a bitch─”

“Get out of here now.”

“… Ahem, well, you don’t have to worry.”

Kangmin answered nonchalantly.

“Because Bomi is a five times better actor than me.”

“I’m not asking you to do PR….”

But even amidst all this skepticism, Judith LeRoy’s heart was at peace.

It wasn’t that she believed in the power of hard work or the will of heaven or anything like that. On the contrary, Judith’s trust was in the exact opposite of those things.

Because she understood in a pure sense that the person in front of her was not in her right mind.

Seobom took a small, deep breath.

It was a rare look of nervousness.

“Let’s get started.”

“yes.”

“You know, don’t do anything.”

“yes.”

“Don’t move.”

“yes.”

“Don’t do anything that would make me recognize you as you.”

“yes.”

The floor director below the stage looked bewildered at the incredibly bizarre instructions. Was this really a conversation between actors who were about to synchronize with each other?

Seobom took another deep breath.

Her gaze glanced at the judges’ table and then returned.

And then the cue sign went off.

‘The atmosphere is not as good as I thought… If I do it right, I might be able to get the other person to hang on.’

By that time, the head of WMA had barely come to his senses.

He looked down again, expecting to find fault with something.

‘Hehehe, isn’t this a bit too much?’

Director Hopper Dusk, whose face was hidden in a corner, also thought so.

His sinister gaze also began to scan the actors on stage.

But Judith Leroy was the only one who knew that all those malicious expectations were useless.

A clear voice began to flow out from Seo Bom’s lips as she closed and opened her eyes.

It was a soft and clear voice that instantly betrayed everyone who was expecting ‘Spanner Woman’.

[How can I describe my feelings?]

And above all, it was a voice that seemed to be confessing.

The mouths of the people who had been noisily speaking began to slowly close.

* * *

Do you remember what happened 9 years, 3 months, and 16 days ago?

Of course you won’t remember. It was just another ordinary day for you.

You were exemplary as always, and I was a problem child as always. You were right as always, and I was wrong as always.

That morning, you comforted me as you always did.

He said that even if the world is dirty, mean, and discriminatory, we must blend in. Even if they wear colored glasses, curse behind our backs, and spread rumors, we must endure all of that. He said that was the only way to resist them.

Of course, as always, I did not agree.

Not only that, at that time I had a deep interest in a clean death.

The religious norms given within the walls of the orphanage considered suicide as evil, but in fact, it was proven by the religion that it was not absolute. The church prohibited suicide only in the 6th century, long after its birth, and even then, it was a kind of symptomatic treatment, not a moral logic in itself.

That would be like saying that it is wrong to litter on the street.

There is no moral implication in the act of throwing away trash. It is just that the norm has been created through the community, and it has been internalized as a moral judgment by people. When humans first discovered fire, they must have thought nothing was bad.

And I was closer to those ancestors than to modern humans in that I was inherently incapable of blending into a community.

I know.

I tried to find out.

You said I wasn’t crazy.

You said I was just a little bit of an odd kid.

You said that I was a little late in developing empathy.

Those were warm words.

But it was meaningless talk.

The community I was to blend in with would not think so. They would realize my uniqueness, my immaturity, and they would certainly find the reason for it all in my birth.

I realized this when I saw that even you, the kind one, were perplexed by my question, “That child did something bad, so why shouldn’t he be killed?”

At the same time, I was convinced.

I don’t understand social norms, so I’m going to break them someday.

It will all be my fault, it will be the fault of my acquaintances, and most horribly, it will be your fault.

Despite your nobility, all of that will be reduced to a fraction of the hatred and anger of an orphan who has lost his mother and father. My shortcomings will make it so someday. It is so impossible for a human like me to live normally in the world.

So the only way for me to come clean was to finish it all myself.

iced coffee.

The day I made that decision, my heart was very refreshed. If the Lord helps those who try to help themselves, as the priest who came every weekend said, then even He must have nodded in agreement that my judgment was right.

Yes, I had to die.

It had to go down quietly before it caused any trouble.

I made plans for that.

It’s the only plan you don’t know about.