I Will Live As An Actor Chapter 93

I Will Live as an Actor Episode 93

is a box office sensation.

Confessions of a Priest marked a grand opening with more than 8 million viewers nationwide within 68 days of its release. To be exact, it is 8.32 million people. Although it did not become Korea’s first film to reach 10 million viewers, it is incredible that it surpassed 8 million viewers for a domestic film, even a film not intended for young people.

Moreover, considering that the break-even point was 1 million, it is no exaggeration to call it a miracle… (omitted)… According to movie officials, if the release date had been delayed and coincided with Chuseok, even 10 million viewers would not have been a dream.

However, the number of 8.32 million is a record.

Will it be possible to produce a work that surpasses the stronghold of A Priest’s Confession in Chungmuro? What we should pay attention to now is actor Jang Young-guk, who played the lead role in Confessions of a Priest. We are looking forward to seeing how he will now appear in front of the public, having erased the shadow of the teen star known as the nation’s first love and showing off his fierce acting as a priest in Confessions of a Priest.

Reporter Kim Seung-ah.

“Bongchun, why are you so sad this morning?”

Bongchun, who was driving the car, had a tearful expression on his face. Anyone who sees it will think that they are going to a mourning house. Manager Lee Bong-chun glances at the rearview mirror and quickly adjusts his expression.

“Isn’t your expression too obvious?”

“Yes, if someone saw me, they would know something was up. When my brother came to pick me up in the morning, I thought something serious was going on.”

“Wow, is it really that obvious?”

Bongchun must have felt that much regret. Anyway, if the timing was right, as someone said, reaching 10 million viewers would not have been just a dream.

“Why are you so sorry?”

“I’m sorry, UK. I should have accelerated the promotion a little more… Anyway, the thing I regret the most right now is not me or the CEO, but you, UK. I guess I only thought about myself too much.”

“I really don’t regret it at all. It’s okay.”

It’s true.

Although the media is pouring out regrets about the fact that Confessions of a Priest did not reach 10 million viewers, I, the person involved, was not that disappointed. That’s because it wasn’t a film aimed at 10 million viewers from the beginning.

Although the title of being the first in Korea was disappointing, 8.32 million people is also a huge number. Even this was a record that had never been seen in a domestic film. Moreover, the response from the audience was so strong that the distributor extended the scheduled screening date by 15 days.

“By the way, England, what’s with all that luggage next to you? You looked like you were carrying it very packed.”

“It’s a gift.”

When I looked out the car window, I saw that we had reached our destination. It is a university hospital in Seoul. In case anyone recognized him, he put on his hat and even prepared clear glasses. After all, after the success of dramas, movies, and plays, it has become so famous that most people recognize it.

‘When I was a rookie, most people didn’t know me even if I took the subway.’

In my past life, before I became known as a supporting actor, I used to ride subways and buses quite a bit, but even though I often appeared on TV and screen, the number of people who actually recognized me was small. At that time, my wish was to ride in a van, a symbol of stardom.

I parked my car in the parking lot and asked Bongchun again if he should go up with me. But I refused. This is because it was obvious that if Bongchun accompanied his older brother into a ward filled with child patients, he would immediately attract attention. That’s because Bongchun’s brother must have been so big.

“Bongchun, please wait here for a moment. I will go up and come back alone.”

* * *

Lottery ticket.

It’s something everyone dreams of. Like a string falling from the sky, a fortune suddenly appears before your eyes. If something like that were to actually happen right before our eyes, it would be a series of happy worries about whether we should buy a house right away, buy a car, and invest the remaining money. But this is not the case in the UK.

-England, are you really going to donate this large amount?

CEO Seonghwan Kim’s shout still lingers in my ears. As Confessions of a Priest surpassed 8 million viewers nationwide, wasn’t the return on investment also enormous? After all, when the priest’s confession was lost due to lack of proper investment, the person who reached out was none other than England. How dare the investment world call the UK the Hand of Midas?

-Representative, I will donate anonymously. To the Children’s Leukemia Foundation. And when the foundation uses money, please check in detail which child’s medical expenses are being used.

-The foundation already promised to do that… But still.

Representative Kim Seong-hwan still appears in disbelief at Britain’s decision. This is because donating is not easy, regardless of whether you have a lot of money or a little money. However, it could not break Britain’s stubbornness.

If you want to make money, you can use your future knowledge. I already knew about good real estate positions and stocks that were likely to rise. But it’s been a long time since I gave up my material desires. Didn’t you vow to live a happy life, unlike your past life?

‘Is it that kid?’

England swallowed his tension when he noticed the boy peering into the hospital room. He was never nervous, whether on stage or on set. But today, I feel nervous for some reason. Even though it is midsummer, the boy is sitting on his bed wearing a white knitted hat.

He’s a young kid who doesn’t fit in at the hospital. A harshly large injection needle is stuck in the white skin. A mother who is stroking her child never forgets to smile at the child.

smart.

At the sound of a knock, the child and his mother sitting in the hospital room look away at the same time. Unlike his mother, who was puzzled by the sudden appearance of England, the child quickly realized who the person hidden under the hat was. The kid’s pupils shake violently as if there was an earthquake.

“Yeonggu-gi hyung?”

He said he was a kid who liked theater. He loved theater so much that his future dream was to become a theater actor. The kid sent England’s fan letters to his agency several times.

Since we were in the UK and read every single fan letter sent by fans, it was impossible not to know the child. The child in the fan letter said that she wanted to see ‘Spring of Joseon’, but was unable to do so because she was sick.

“Hello, Dajeong.”

As I took off the hat I was wearing and took off my glasses, my mother’s eyes grew as big as a flower lantern. In his own words,

‘Yeonggu type?’

The child who shouted couldn’t erase his expression of surprise, his mouth gaping when England’s face was clearly revealed. England adds with a smile on his face.

“If you keep freaking out like that, you’re going to go home?”

“Jin, is England really your older brother?”

“Then Dajeong, hello mother. I came here too suddenly, right? I wanted to know your contact information, but the hospital said they couldn’t give out patient personal information.”

“Oh, no. But is this really actor Jang Young-guk? I’m not dreaming right now, right? I knew that Da-jeong always sends fan letters to actor Jang Young-guk. It feels like a dream when he suddenly appears like this.”

England smiles. And then he handed over the gifts he had prepared. When Da-jeong sees the gifts England has prepared, her eyes turn into rabbit eyes again. This is a collection of scripts with stains and costumes written while performing the play Spring of Joseon.

“Do you like it?”

The child nods his head repeatedly with tearful eyes. England hugged her with such affection carefully. It is not easy to hug because of the needles used to measure fluids and various vital signs.

England can’t even imagine how much pain this little kid must have gone through. Da-jeong’s mother, who was watching from the side, wipes away her tears with her sleeve.

* * *

Summer has passed and fall is approaching. Just as the scorching heat subsides and the clouds carrying the fall breeze blow away, the colorful autumn leaves also let us know that fall has completely arrived.

Students running around the playground are sweating without fail while wearing short sportswear, even though fall is approaching. At that moment, the sound of the rooftop door opening is heard.

“Are you here?”

When I remove the tutorial that was covering my face as an eye patch, I can see the hem of the skirt of a nice person.

“Class monitor.”

“I’m not class president this year! Long-legged guy!”

He is the class president who was in charge of the class together last year. This was the reason she called England ‘Uncle Long Legs’. It was said that England sponsored the Children’s Leukemia Foundation and visited and met with several patients in person. A reporter who somehow found out about this news ended up writing an article, which gave him the nickname Jang Young-guk, the long-legged man.

“Why are you here during lunch time? Anyone who doesn’t know you will think that the school rooftop is rented out by Jang Young-guk.”

England gives a faint smile.

“It’s cool.”

Actually, the reason I visit the rooftop every lunch time is not that different. Even when I tried to study in the classroom, there were a lot of people who came to visit. Not only juniors but also classmates glance at England as they pass through the hallways.

Because of that, he left his seat in advance to prevent other students from studying as well. I felt better when I sat in an open space.

“Here it is.”

The class leader carelessly throws a notebook at England, who is lying down.

“Thank you, class leader. Thanks to you, I survived.”

Don’t you sometimes miss class because of your schedule? The class president is also quite good at studying, even though he is overshadowed by England. How amazing is it to be within the top ten of the entire school? With the Scholastic Ability Test just around the corner, the class president’s note book is literally like rain in a drought.

“As expected, your writing is excellent, so I’ll return it to you by tomorrow.”

“With your bare mouth?”

“Is there anything you’d like to receive? Should I go to the store and buy you some ice cream?”

The class president, whose cheeks were red, seemed to be thinking for a moment, but then clicked his tongue.

“Top it off with ice cream? It’s really shameless, so don’t do that. Later, when my mom comes to the graduation ceremony, take a picture with me and give me an autograph.”

“Of course. She’s the class president’s mother. But are you already talking about the graduation ceremony?”

“There are only a few months left.”

As the class president said, the long school days are now coming to an end. Didn’t you have any affection for your school days in your past life? Unlike my school days when I was no different from a delinquent student, things were different now. After all, it was a series of exciting times, just as exciting as dating. How sad it must be to be facing an anticipated breakup.

“Class leader, you must be bored now that you have no one to nag?”

The class president narrows his eyes at England’s joke. Britain won’t know. The fact that she is also aiming for Korean University. Of course, England has never said anything about going to a Korean university. For some reason, there was a deep-rooted belief that it would happen because it was a school-wide incident. England elaborates while patting the head of the class president.

“Thank you for my high school days, class president.”

She takes a step forward as if to hide her blushing cheeks. The autumn breeze on the rooftop makes the skirt of the class president flutter. She will remember the view of the campus from the rooftop and the feeling of the approaching autumn breeze for the rest of her life.