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

Chapter 16 Quan Dai's Paper Double
5 month 13 day.

Inside the Apgujeong recording studio.

Lin Yuner re-recorded Edith's exclamation when she saw Gru wearing a wig for the 7th time:
"Wow, Daddy is so handsome—"

"Crack!"

The director's voice exploded in her headset:
"If the ending tone were two degrees sweeter, imagine seeing a new Chanel bag!"

"Inside"

Lin Yuna stroked the script with her fingers, but her eyes couldn't help but glance at the empty folding chair outside the surveillance window.

——Kang Jae-hoon’s script was still spread out on the table, with all kinds of strange symbols drawn on it that only they could understand.

"Did Jiang Zaixunxi ask for leave?"

She finally couldn't help but ask.

"Ah."

Assistant Director Li mumbled, holding a straw between his lips, "He went to Central University to perform a benefit play. The director gave him special permission."

"Charity event?"

"Yes, Macbeth."

at this time.

The phone in Lin Yuna's pocket vibrated.

She pressed the mute button at lightning speed.

After she finally passed the tenth recording of "Daddy is so handsome", she took out her phone to check the messages.

【Golden Ten-year-old Kindergarten Senior Class】

Kwon Yuri: @Taegu, is this the vocal cord monster you were talking about? It's coming to our school to rock the place! [Image]

Lin Yuner's thumb hovered over the phone screen for half a second, magnifying the picture three times -

Under the spotlights on the stage, Kang Jae-hoon is wearing a Victorian petticoat.

The lace collar is stuck to the Adam's apple, and the mascara is smudged into a small shadow, but the posture of raising the head and roaring reveals a strange sense of brokenness.

"My lady! Lord Macduff has deserted us!"

on the stage.

I heard the news from the waiter.

Jiang Zaixun staggered back two steps, and his patent leather high heels slipped on the tilted table.

"Oh!"

He finally knelt on the stage.

Victoria's skirt spread out like the corpse of a black butterfly, and there was still disbelief on her face.

"Macduff, you are worse than a dog!"

The attendant still maintained the posture of bowing and reporting, and the pearl-studded collar tightened around Jiang Zaixun's throat as his chest rose and fell:
"Even dogs bring back carrion for their pups, and you—"

His ending tone split in two, and his voice changed from hoarse to sharp:
"—Even his bones were drained by the witch's spell?!"

offstage.

Seeing Jiang Zaixun's powerful performance, Quan Yuli couldn't help but imitate him with a pinched voice:

"Even the bone marrow has been drained away?"

Choi Sooyoung raised her hands:
"Professor-nim! Kwon Yuri said she wants to join the drama club!"

"Arnie!"

Kwon Yuri hurriedly pulled her hand back: "I'm learning from Lady Macduff..."

Notice the professor in the front row turned around, and Kwon Yuri's face instantly became dignified:

"Learn vocal cord control techniques."

The professor pushed up his glasses. "Like the vibrato imitation just now?"

Quan Yuri pinched Choi Sooyoung's thigh with her nails:
"It's to study the emotional level of the lines."

"Submit an 8,000-word analysis report next week."

"..."

Choi Sooyoung moved her hand away and teased, "I've already thought of a title for the paper for you—'On How to Act Tragedy with Dolphin Sounds'?"

"Oh, you're going to die"

Kwon Yuri suddenly lowered her voice:
"Taeyeon unnie said his butt is even more perky than Rain sunbaenim's, is that true?"

Choi Sooyoung rolled her eyes:

"You can verify it by lifting your skirt during the curtain call."

"..."

Soon, the two-hour charity performance ended.

The entire cast took their bows on stage. The Department of Drama at Chung-Ang University in South Korea is the only designated partner school in the Asia-Pacific region of the International Theatre Institute.

You can directly participate in the curation of the Avignon Theatre Festival.

QS Performing Arts ranks 36th in the world and among the top five in Asia.

It is also the only Korean institution to offer a UNESCO Master's program in the preservation of theatrical heritage.

Therefore, rather than saying that the SEM Drama Club’s visit to National Central University is a charity performance, it would be more accurate to say that it is an academic exchange.

When the curtain call applause gradually subsided.

The dean of the Chung-Ang University School of Drama came on stage and shook Kim Mi-hye's hand for ten seconds:
"Your company's modern deconstruction of ancient Greek tragedy is very inspiring and reminiscent of Peter Brook's theory of empty space."

Jin Meihui took a tactical half step back:

"You're overpraising me. It's all thanks to the children."

Then, the dean shook hands with the director, the leading actor, and the supporting actor in turn.

When it was Kang Jae-hoon's turn at the end, he pushed his glasses three times:

"Very talented. Your acting style, which uses muscle memory instead of emotional memory, is quite similar to Grotowski's Towards a Simple Theatre."

Jiang Jae-hoon immediately lifted the hem of her skirt and gracefully knelt down like a lady.

Complete the communication in turn.

The dean turned and looked at the audience:

"When I participated in international drama discussions, they asked me: What is left of Korean drama besides 'Nanta' and 'Jump'?"

"But now I can reply—"

The dean suddenly clutched the microphone: "Korean drama is using the narrative framework of Pansori to reconstruct the soul of Shakespeare!"

Before the students in the audience could recover from the shock of the traditional folk art term "Pansori", the dean pointed at Kang Jae-hoon:

"For example, this actor used the breathing technique of fan dance to handle the monologue, embedding the Eastern sense of frustration into the framework of Western tragedy."

Jiang Zaixun's hand holding the hem of his skirt froze in mid-air.

——He clearly imitated the rhythm of Hwang Jung-min's cigarette butt in "New World"
"Submit a comparative paper next week analyzing the conflict between traditional Shakespearean drama and contemporary deconstructionist performances—"

"No, Dean Nim!"

The wailing from the audience almost blew off the dome of the auditorium.

"fool."

"Ok?"

Kwon Yuri, who was wailing with the students, turned her head and looked at Choi Sooyoung.

Choi Sooyoung raised two fingers in a mean way:

“You need to write two.”

"what--!!!"

At noon, a hot post appeared on the Central University forum:
[Title]——"About the incident where a certain wealthy man asked me to double the word count of my final paper"

The number of replies instantly exceeded 100:

17L: I suggest putting Kang Jae-hoon into a paper shredder!

18L: What did the shredder do wrong?
36L: The professor looked at him as if he had discovered a new world, while we were just Columbus sailors who were overwhelmed by the paper TT
55L: Who knows? Does the "Adam's apple tremor analysis" requirement in the paper mean I have to use a vernier caliper to measure the stage video?

77L: When the dean mentioned "Pansori skeletons," I felt as if I were seeing our ancestors from the Goryeo era doing sit-ups on their coffins.
Jiang Zaixun knew nothing about this.

After changing his clothes backstage, he hurried back to the Apgujeong recording studio.

Lin Yuna, who was taking a nap in the afternoon, was awakened by the buzzing sound of her cell phone.

She swiped the lock screen of her phone.

【Golden Ten-year-old Kindergarten Senior Class】

Kwon Yuri: [58-second voice]

Lin Yuna clicked on the voice bar.

Kwon Yuri's roar mixed with the sound of paper tearing pierced my eardrums:

"I hate Shakespeare! I hate Macbeth! I hate Lady Macduff—"

She jabbed her finger at the pause button.

Choi Sooyoung's additional message popped up:

[Thesis topic: On the influence of Kang Jae-hoon's Adam's apple tremor on the narrative rhythm of Pansori (with the original words of the dean)]

【I want to write two articles.】

Kwon Yuri: [30-second voice]

Just as the corners of Lin Yuna's mouth curled up half a millimeter, she caught a glimpse of a figure flashing outside the glass door of the recording studio.

The glass door of the recording studio was knocked open.

(End of this chapter)