Corner

Walking out of the dressing room, the gloomy sky was still on the way. The boy fanned himself with his hands in an attempt to cool himself down, but wearing a heavy burden, no matter how hard he tried, the result was futile.

On the other side, the staff moved things one after another to set the scene, and one heavy object after another was moved from one end to the other, giving him the illusion of being on a construction site.

Many young guys were shirtless, busy there, the lumps of flesh color really blinded his dead fish blue eyes.Compared with them, he is like a lost boy who traveled through time and space, just passing through from summer to winter.

"Hey, Kaeru, your hat."

Fang wanted to feel sad about literature and art, and the boy felt a heavy weight on his head. Before he could react, a huge object was covering his head.He only felt his eyes dimmed, and when he came back to his senses, he was already in a trance from the heat.

He raised his hand to touch it, and he touched a round object. From the corner of his eye, it looked like a black substance.Didn't this scorching day intentionally make things difficult for him?Even children in kindergarten know that black is the most heat-absorbing color, so it's no wonder he doesn't get sunstroke by wearing such a heat-gathering thing.

Just as the boy was about to reach out to take it off, he heard the director's urging.The grown-up raised his orchid fingers and called them 'Little Bell' and 'Little Fran' in a deliberately raised voice.The sound of goosebumps falling all over the ground almost made him fall into a dog/eat/shit shape, but at the critical moment, the young man stabilized himself, his face remained still, and he stared indifferently with dead fish eyes.

Perhaps in order to get closer to the characters in the play, as a part of the play, the director Sama not only enters the show to show off, but even walks towards OKaMa (shemale).

When he belatedly commented on the boss of the crew, the thing behind him that he had inadvertently ignored was making a 'hee hee hee' smirk inexplicably.

Then, without waiting for his foresight, he grabbed his collar and pulled him away from the spot.Not far away, the staff were all ready, and the photographer pointed the lens at them.

For a moment, it was as if the breath was taken away, and the surroundings became silent.Then he heard the countdown of three, two, one, and the 'Action' that was comparable to a high-decibel speaker.

After being dazed for a second, a certain one behind him directly bumped into his back, and with a plop, the boy was pressed face down on the ground.Fortunately, the thing on his head was too round, which allowed him to escape the oolong accident of knocking his front teeth, but his forehead was rubbed heavily, and he was scratched abruptly.The young man stretched out his hand to check, seeing if he saw red, he felt relieved.

You must know that people in this industry can hurt anything, but they can't hurt their faces.Although there is still a little distance between the forehead and the face, no matter how bad it is, you can still cut your bangs to hide your ugliness, but it is always bad to have a broken skin.The young man said that it is better not to cause a bloody disaster on the first day of being photographed, so as not to fall into the truth and get the title of "delicate" for no reason.

He is that thick-skinned, thick-skinned guy from the countryside, but he can't afford that 'reputation'.

"Hey, are you picking up gold with the pestle?! The prince bumped into your frog's head!"

The thing on his back started yelling, and bombarded him with saliva.Feeling aggrieved, the young man lay on the ground and couldn't stand up straight. He stared straight ahead with blank eyes, and opened his mouth to the stunned crew leader who forgot to yell 'click'.His eyes drifted up to the sky, and finally let out a sigh.

"Ah... what a beautiful sky..."