Peninsula: From a supporting actor to the best actor in Chungmuro

Chapter 7 Macbeth Performance

After dinner.

Jiang Jae-hoon went into the kitchen carrying pots and pans.

There were rice cake residues stuck to the bottom of the stainless steel pot, and they refused to melt even when the water flow was turned to the maximum.

The gaps between Jiang Zaixun's nails turned white.

"The Bible—"

"explain."

"Um. Are you free next Saturday night from 7:30 to 9:30?"

Even turning the faucet to the maximum couldn't cover up Kang Jae-hoon's vague question - this came from the actor's line delivery skills.

Li Jingcheng did not stop wiping the table:
"what?"

My Drama Debut

Jiang Zaixun scrubbed the dishes so fast that his hands left afterimages. "It's okay if you don't go. I'm just asking!"

"I'm going to Paris for a pictorial."

Lee Sung-kyung threw the rag into the sink.

The water splashed onto the collar of his T-shirt, giving Jiang Zaixun a chill.
"That... the cover of Model Weekly?"

"Ah."

"I heard it's been raining a lot in Paris lately."

"Indoor shooting."

"Oh"

The next day, drama club.

During the break, agent Jin Dayuan came over with a toothpick in his mouth:

"Save two tickets for the premiere for me."

"Isn't my brother not interested in drama?"

"hehe."

Jin Dayuan opened the photo album on his phone and said, "I met a bank employee at the social gathering last night. She likes watching plays."

Jiang Zaixun glanced at the screen and said:

"But the tickets were sold out yesterday."

As one of Shakespeare's "Four Great Tragedies", "Macbeth" has an unshakable position in the field of drama.

According to a sample survey of drama fans around the world conducted by the International Theatre Association:
63% of respondents said they had watched a live performance of Macbeth at least once.

This classic drama is adapted and performed by local people from the peninsula for the first time.

One can imagine what kind of craze this will create in the local drama circle.

The speed at which the 2400 tickets for the three shows were sold out was no slower than the speed at which IU's concert tickets were sold out.

"That's not right. Didn't the president reserve seats for the actors' families?"

“Who can I give it to if I keep it?”

Jiang Jae-hoon lowered his head and picked at his nails and muttered.

Jin Dayuan understood what was going on as soon as he saw the situation. He bumped him with his shoulder and teased him:
"Your roommate isn't coming?"

"Um"

"Coward!"

Jin Dayuan raised his hand and patted him on the back: "When I gave a love letter to a female director, I was doused with ramen soup, but you didn't do it like this."

"Kang Jae-hoon!"

The director's shouting in the distance interrupted Jin Dayuan's "encouragement".

"exist!"

"Come to rehearsal!"

"Yes!"

"If she really doesn't come, don't forget to leave the family seat for me!"

Jin Dayuan looked at his back and added the finishing blow.

"understood"

4 month 27 day.

National Theater of the Arts Seoul, Sunrise Theater.

The opening night of Macbeth.

There is still half an hour until the official performance.

The auditorium in the theater was packed, and there was almost no empty seat for the 800 people.

Jin Dayuan and the bank staff sat in the middle of the third row.

Although this is not the best place to view the show, it is good enough to have a seat given that tickets are hard to come by.

In the dressing room.

Jiang Zaixun's pale face was reflected in the full-length mirror.

Jin Meihui was tightening the belt behind him:

"Breathe!"

"Master's Wife, if you continue to suck, I will die."

"A lady should keep smiling even when she dies."

"..."

After a while.

Jiang Zaixun, who maintained a vacuum belly, held his costume and peeked at the audience through the curtain.

Looking around, the audience seats were dark.

The only things that stood out were the two empty seats in the private area.

There is a rule in the drama industry that "reserved seats are not sold to the public" - even if the ticket price is raised to five times the original price.
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Seoul Incheon Airport.

Y+ Model Agency is a medium-sized workshop in the peninsula.

As a new talent trained by the company, Lee Sung-kyung's travel treatment is no worse than that of some big-name artists.

In addition to the main agent and assistant agent, the entourage also includes translators, legal affairs, psychological counselors and even a makeup team.

"Heavy rain warning, flight rescheduled to 22:30."

Main agent Jin Yamin swiped her iPad and asked, "Let's go to the VIP room and rest now?"

Lee Sung-kyung scanned the airport display: 19:35.

"I want to go back to the city."

"what?!"

The assistant's eyes widened: "The shooting schedule is——"

"According to Article 14 of the contract."

Lee Sung-kyung opened the contract PDF on her phone: "In the event of a delay due to force majeure, the artist has the right to adjust the schedule by no more than four hours."

The legal affairs officer pushed his glasses:
"The prerequisite is that it needs to be reported in advance."

"Report now."

Lee Sung-kyung sent the theater's location to the Kakao Talk work group.

Jin Yamin opened the map on her iPad:

"The National Central Theater? The one-way trip from the airport to the theater takes 55 minutes, and there's a security check buffer on the return trip. You won't be able to make it in time."

"I'll just watch one scene."

Lee Sung Kyung grabbed her boarding pass and headed for the exit: "I'll make sure to be back before takeoff."

When the assistant chased to the automatic door.

But I only saw the taillights of the taxi tearing through the rain curtain.

"Master, can you go ten minutes faster?"

"Girl, this is going to Jongno District."

The driver glanced at her baseball cap in the rearview mirror and said, "Unless the police car clears the way."

"I'll add 30,000."

"We'll be there in 45 minutes."

PM 20:22.

When the tires rolled over the speed bump at the theater's side door, Lee Sung-kyung almost hit the back of the front seat.

"Please wait for me for a moment, I will go back."

Lee Sung-kyung threw a 50,000 won note to the driver, then clutched the brim of his baseball cap and rushed to the theater.

The security guard took a step forward while chewing gum:
"Fifty minutes into the show, no one is allowed to enter."

"I'm from an actor's family."

“Every scalper says that.”

Lee Sung-kyung opened the photo album on her phone and put it in front of the other person's face - in the photo, Kang Jae-hoon was eating instant noodles with his cheeks puffed out.

"You are in Xunxi."

"cousin."

"Go to the safe passage on the left," the security guard said, stepping aside to make way. "Don't use your phone flashlights. Video and photography are strictly prohibited."

When Lee Sung-kyung walked into the theater in the dark, Huang Jae-woo's crying voice with a real nasal tone was heard from the stage:
"Mother!"

"boom--"

When Kang Jae-hoon knelt on the ground, the dull sound of his knee hitting the ground coincided with the sound of Lee Sung-kyung's knee hitting the fire extinguisher.

The assassin's rubber knife was pressed against his throat:

"Hand over Macduff's blood!"

"Oh, it's his father's wrath you should be afraid of."

Jiang Zaixun blocked Huang Zaiyu behind him, but the child poked his head out from behind him and glared at the assassin:

"Bad guy!"

Huang Zaiyu's performance was too strong, his baby voice was directly broken, and there was even a snot bubble
Suppressed laughter came from the audience, but was quickly drowned out by Jiang Zaixun's roar:

"run!"

He pushed the child back with his backhand, but faced the assassin's blade himself.

The rubber knife slashed across his neck.

"boom--"

Jiang Zaixun collapsed into the standard posture for a lady to die - with three fingers of her right hand stretched forward and curled up.

However, the direction in which Jiang Jae-hoon fell was a little off compared to the rehearsal.

This caused the light originally designed for his face to splash onto his right hand.

"Mother--!"

Huang Zaiyu's crying made Jiang Zaixun's fingertips tremble as he squinted his eyes and glanced at the family seats.

The script said, "Run without looking back, then be caught up by an assassin and stabbed to death."

But the child actually broke away from the director's planned route and rushed back to shake him:
"Mother, wake up!"

The actor who played the assassin was stunned for only a moment before quickly moving forward to finish off the opponent.

Jiang Zaixun lowered his voice and said, "Zaiyu, lie down quickly! Hurry up!"

The spotlight suddenly converged into a circle with a diameter of half a meter.

Jiang Jae-hoon's three curled fingers were grasped by Huang Jae-woo's small hand.

The assassin's rubber knife was suspended in the air, and the sound engineer backstage played the heartbeat sound at the perfect moment.

thump—

thump—

The speaker blasted out the last heartbeat, and the spotlight went out.

When Lee Sung-kyung found an empty seat in the dark, Kang Jae-hoon was about to take his last breath.

Five seconds after the curtain dropped.

Applause spread from the back row.

(End of this chapter)