What happened?(2)
“Cut.”
Filming is over.
The rain-soaked staff stared exhausted at the equipment under the tarp, all thinking the same thing.
‘finally······.’
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Now that the last reshoots are over, everything really is over.
However, Song Jeong-woo’s expression was serious.
The staff were nervous, swallowing dry saliva.
‘no way?’
‘In addition?’
‘No! PD, please!’
Song Jeong-woo, who was staring at the monitor while stroking his chin, raised his head.
“Seohun, let’s look at this together for a moment.”
The staff members’ complexions turned pale, and Jung Seo-hoon came to Song Jeong-woo’s side.
Jeong Su-ryun also peeked over her shoulder with a sad face.
‘Could Seo-Hoon be the first NG? But did I look good? Was there any problem?’
Song Jeong-woo just replayed part of the scene played by Jung Seo-hoon.
Jeong Seo-hoon put on a headset and fixed his eyes on the monitor.
“I told you. I’m going to kill as many as I can until the end.”
“How do you feel about listening to Seo Hoon? No no, Mr. Seo Hoon, how did you feel while acting this scene?”
Kim Sang-hee, who was listening, interrupted.
“Did something go wrong, PD?”
“Hmm, I’m not blaming the script, but I got a bit confused at this part. It’s hard to explain in words. What should I say? Lee Jin-wook is like…”
“Isn’t it like Lee Jin-wook?”
“uh! That’s it!”
Kim Sang-hee shrugged.
“As expected, Song Gwi-sin. How else did you pinpoint that?”
“Honey, isn’t that line original? Did you fix it once?”
“Yes. Anyway, it’s a ghost. How was Seo-hoon?”
The eyes of the two turned to him, and Jeong Seo-hoon retraced his feelings from the time he acted earlier.
He also felt a strange sense of heterogeneity in the scenery that changed according to the situation.
It would be better to say that the contrast ratio of the monitor is slightly distorted.
“I felt like I was wearing clothes that didn’t fit. This is not Lee Jin-wook, and if it were ‘me’, I would not do this in this situation.”
“They’re both ghosts.”
Kim Sang-hee sighed with a smile and told the truth.
“Actually, this was a version for viewers. It’s like a last gift.”
“The last gift?”
“Although Lee Jin-wook is a murderer, he earned a lot of sympathy until the end because he set the rules and killed only the bad guys. A bad guy, but hard to hate, a man with fatal demons.”
Song Jeong-woo hit the ball.
“I kept that concept well throughout episode 11. It was really close. If I had to, I could have become a character that I really hate.”
“I didn’t want to crack the viewers’ final affection. So I compromised a bit.”
“Anyway, are you saying you erased the choices that the real Lee Jin-wook would have made?”
“Yes.”
Jeong Seo-hoon opened his mouth while looking at him gently.
“Writer. Let’s go with our original.”
“Does Seo Hoon want to see the real one too?”
“Yes. I would like to see. It was Lee Jin-wook’s last choice the writer thought of.”
“What do you think it will look like?”
Kim Sang-hee asked with curiosity.
I feel like I’m stamping my feet, wanting to open it quickly while holding a gift package I’ve been wanting to receive.
“I will show you the answer in front of the camera.”
Jeong Seo-hoon held out his hand as if asking for the script.
Lee Jin-wook looked up at the sky while lying down.
A thin lightning streamed soundlessly across the round gray ceiling filled with dark clouds.
The soldier suddenly thought that it resembled the thread veins extending from the retina.
When I feel that way, the gray sky feels like a huge lens through which I observe myself.
Today, I couldn’t see the transparent lens watching me.
When I’m filming, there’s no one who always watches quietly, so I feel empty for some reason.
Could it be that the whole sky has really turned into a lens?
―No・・・・・・ No・・・・・・ No・・・・・・.
The lawyer’s sobbing gradually fades away like an echo.
My eyes keep closing, and I feel strangely sleepy.
I digested all the lines and finished all the things I had to do.
But I can’t hear the cut sign.
I think something is wrong, but suddenly I can’t feel the presence of a lawyer.
As I was helplessly dragged into the heavy gravity as if submerged in a swamp, I suddenly heard a tremendous roar.
Kwagwagwang! Kwakwawang!
Explosions, roars, screams, and all sorts of sounds that make your eardrums burst are mixed and repeated explosions.
As the noise of gunpowder and life became clear and distinct, the soldier jumped up from his seat.
Rashid looked around and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
Our naval guns are firing nonstop toward the shore, and only the weak sound of machine guns can be heard intermittently from the trenches behind enemy lines.
In the midst of blood and screams everywhere, a young rifleman with blood dripping from his face cried out in tears.
“An ally has arrived! Sergeant, I’m alive! We live!”
The rifleman’s voice was as clear as reality.
***
Shed a lot of blood and finally occupied the island that had been attacked.
Although they suffered great damage, the faces of the soldiers who won the battle were not so dark.
The war was still long enough to be locked in pain for the dead comrades.
“You are Lieutenant Rashid from now on.”
Rashid was recognized for his major and was immediately promoted to second lieutenant, and was given the position of platoon leader.
He was not a water lieutenant, but a second lieutenant who had been on the battlefield for more than three years and had risen from a private rank at high speed, so the platoon members naturally recognized him as their superior.
After being appointed as a platoon commander, Rashid was instructed to clear a nearby island and ran around leading his men.
The memory of filming a drama as Jeong Seo-hun in Korea kept getting blurry.
Rashid speculated that there must be some transcendental force intervening, not a problem with his memory.
To the extent that it was too much to make such a guess, the transcendental power tried to lock Jeong Seo-hun’s memories.
Then one day, Rashid’s platoon, dispatched after receiving an order, succeeded in arresting a key enemy figure who had not escaped and was hiding.
In addition, he made a great achievement in confiscating valuable money and military secrets possessed by enemy personnel.
“Congratulations, Lieutenant.”
“Are you getting promoted?”
“Yes. You have established outstanding specialties that have never been seen before. They are setting a good example for all the Imperial Army.”
For a promotion ceremony for a second lieutenant, the commander with six stars came directly to the forefront with an escort.
“I will give you an indefinite vacation. Forget the war for a while and get some rest. Both you and your men. Please understand that I have to stay at a military resort in the rear for confidentiality reasons.”
“I just want to thank you.”
Rashid left for the military resort in the last place with the platoon members who had been fighting life and death together.
An indefinite vacation with no set date of return, you just need to rest without leaving the place until the order is given.
The military resort was a huge city, and nothing was lacking.
The entire resort was a huge tourist town running against the military. There were even more young women than soldiers who came to the resort to play.
Lieutenant Rashid hung out with his platoon members every night.
The platoon members proudly talked about the operation to arrest the enemy commander whenever they got drunk.
He was a military serviceman who allowed him to receive an indefinite long vacation along with special treatment, so he will be proud of it until he dies.
In front of the women he hung out with, the rank of the enemy commander who had been a colonel rose vertically, and in less than a month he was promoted to the rank of captain.
Everyone laughed cheerfully and poured alcohol when they talked about adventures in the hideout.
“Platoon commander, your expression is not good. Why?”
“not. It’s just that it’s so comfortable that it’s unfamiliar.”
“hahahaha! Also a war hero! Isn’t resting rather difficult to bear?”
“Let’s just have fun now, Platoon Commander! You never know when the superiors will push us to die again!”
This comfort completely separated from the battlefield is unfamiliar.
I don’t consider this place fake, but I don’t even consider Korea just a dream anymore.
In order to forcefully hold on to Jeong Seo-hoon’s memory, which kept sinking, the lieutenant repeated the memory every day.
On the stage, a woman in dizzying clothes and a man in ridiculous clothes were putting on a play.
The intoxicated audience, mostly soldiers, drinks and claps and cheers as if the world is going away.
The lieutenant was standing there, looking up at the breathing on the stage.
Suddenly, my heart starts pounding violently.
Thirst, which I have never experienced, tries to reflux through my esophagus and out of my body.
‘I miss… where the hell?’
This is the place I missed so much. They are precious comrades who wanted to meet again.
However, it was Jeong Seo-hoon’s heart that was struggling to break free from his restraints.
The lieutenant muttered involuntarily.
“I miss being in front of the camera right now.”
The air in front of the camera, the cheers of the fans, and the male fans of the actress who were jealous of themselves.
There, he was trying to pierce his pleura from the inside, as if his longing for things taken for granted would explode.
At that very moment, like a lie, everything around me began to blur.
The lieutenant was not taken aback.
Just like I expected this to happen.
One of his subordinates, who had been giggling drunkenly, turned to him as he rose from his seat.
– Platoon commander, where are you going?
Even though it was right in front of my nose, the subordinate’s voice echoed softly, like a distant echo, not a voice.
It feels like it penetrates deep into the brain, not through the eardrum.
A familiar feeling I had experienced once whispered that now was the time to go.
The lieutenant now knew that he could not refuse of his own will.
– I’m going to go somewhere for a while.
-I’ll wait. Come back quickly, not too late, Platoon Commander.
***
Song Jeong-woo couldn’t take his eyes off the lens without saying anything.
A cut sign must be given, but Medusa’s cursed mouth is immobilized.
A drop of tear forms on Lee Jin-wook’s cheek, who died with his eyes wide open.
The teardrops that struggled to hang on the tips of the eyelashes couldn’t overcome the invisible gravity, and finally, they rolled around and collided with small weed leaves and were scattered.
Song Jeong-woo felt calm.
That a man’s silent tears can be so beautiful.
And I had a grateful heart.
That he is putting that wonderful canvas into his work.
And he shouted the final shooting sign for this work.
“Cut!”
Kim Sang-hee, who was clenching her hands tightly, finally let out the breath she had been holding back all at once.
She jumped up and ran towards ‘Lee Jin-wook’ without anyone stopping her.
“Awesome!”
“It’s really, really over! Yes, it’s really over! No more reshoots!”
Song Jeong-woo shouted with a lot of strength in his throat as if he was using an evil voice, but he heard boos from all sides.
Song Jeong-woo, who pretended to cover his ears as if crying, closed his eyes tightly and shouted.
“Oh, for real! In this place now! In the name of Song Jeong-woo! We declare the complete end of Illegal filming! Filming is over now!”
“Song PD. Is this really the last final shot?”
“Yes, teacher! you’re right! It’s over, it’s over!”
“I should have suffered. For now, I will believe you.”
“Oh, it’s really over. Now, everyone, let’s go to dinner, dinner!”
“Ohhhhh! It’s a dinner party!”
“Looks like it’s really the end!”
There is a saying that filming isn’t really over until Song Jeong-woo throws a party.
It was a meme, a jinx, and a mathematical formula in the drama version.
“Student. Where is the party?”
“I’m on the phone right now asking when the store will come, and it’s not a fuss.”
“Tell me to set it up right now.”
“The settings have already been made. They said we weren’t receiving any guests since this afternoon. We have to go quickly and put the meat on the fire.”
There was no sign of more rain.
The water cannon was also withdrawn, and the staff completely recovered their equipment.
Thanks to the progress of the filming, it wasn’t even a forced march, but it’s not easy to run without rest for 12 episodes.
Jeong Seo-hun stood still and looked around in all directions.
Even in the midst of fatigue, the actors, managers, and staff are happy at the thought of having a last dinner.
This is the end of a world built by everyone working together.
Kim Sang-hee tapped Jeong Seo-hoon on the shoulder.
“How are you feeling?”
“I am bewildered. It really doesn’t feel like it’s over. I feel like I have to go on an expedition shoot tomorrow…”
“Don’t forget that feeling right now and remember it especially. Mr. Seo Hoon has now completed a world, a life.”
Kim Sang-hee frowned.
“It’s an experience that others don’t have easily.”
Jeong Seo-hoon asked a question that suddenly came to mind.
“Is this an experience you often go through?”
“I go through it every day, several times a day. How many complete worlds are there in my laptop?”
***
The atmosphere at the dinner party was lively yet friendly.
Senior actor Lee Min-soo made the atmosphere comfortable by taking care of other actors and producers, assistant directors, and low-end staff.
People were able to enjoy the dinner comfortably thanks to the best senior, who freed them without hesitation.
“ruler! Let’s take a picture together! I’ll put it on the public home! Please look here!”
Jeong Su-ryun took up her phone and shouted, and everyone grabbed their glasses and pulled their heads forward in unison.
#Illegal #violators #filming finished #group dinner #end party
Jeong Su-ryun’s complexion hardened as she surfed the web after posting a group photo on Illy Girl’s official SNS.
Her eyes turned to her sister, who was caught between the PD and the writer, and moved to Yoo Jung-ah, who was happy sitting in the diagonal seat.
I hurriedly sent a message to my brother.
―Hey, you finally exploded
―Explode? what?
-scandal. Yoo Jeong Ah
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