The performance of Oedipus’s was a huge success.
Renowned actor Seo Ryu Shin, with proven talent and an established reputation, played the lead role.
Cheol-joo’s lips twisted when he heard that most of the performances had been sold out.
A masculine appearance, a tall stature, and consistent acting skills.
The only case of a person being cast as a lead in the second semester of their second year at Changcheon was Choi Cheol-joo.
Although he received great expectations at Changcheon, there was a sense of inferiority in a corner of his heart that could not be filled.
He harbored an uneasiness at not having become the best by competing with the best.
‘Anyway, if it were me, I would also be the lead at Oedipus.’
Such self-consolation was mercilessly shaken after seeing an Oedipus performance two years ago. It was after witnessing a crazed Alan overwhelmingly dominating the stage of .
Since then, his self-consolation had changed to this.
‘If I had been at Oedipus, I would at least have been a rival to Seo Ryu Shin.’
He decided to pursue the path of acting after graduation.
Although it wasn’t quite like Oedipus, Changcheon was also a university theater group with tradition. If he presented his experience and applied to a university theater group, most would readily accept him.
But what Cheol-joo wanted was something else.
[Hello, senior. I am producing a performance of for this spring festival. It will be held at Betty Hall, 7 PM from 5/29 to 5/31. I would be grateful if you could stop by!]
[Oh, is Cheol-joo the director? Then I have to go. I’ll attend the first performance on Thursday.]
Senior Baek Lee-shin, who worked as a casting director for the theater group , promised to come see the performance.
Rather than auditioning, being recognized for his talent and being scouted was the picture Cheol-joo wanted.
Cheol-joo had a sweet dream that night.
{I knew you could act, but I didn’t know you also had tremendous talent in directing!}
{Please come to our theater group after graduation. I beg you!}
The dream was about senior Lee-shin clinging to him while he reluctantly agreed.
A contented smile adorned his sleeping face.
“The technical rehearsal starts in 30 minutes. Let’s finish the sound check before that!”
“Cue sheet! Who has seen the lighting cue sheet!”
Before the first performance.
The lights kept turning on and off without pause, and the stage set was being finalized without a hitch.
The actors, wearing thick makeup, were either assisting the staff or looking through their scripts.
Yoomyeong plopped down in one of the seats after finishing his help with the stage team.
Whew—
{It’s your first official stage since your regression. How do you feel?}
Miho followed him today, just as he expected.
Yoomyeong answered inwardly, staring straight ahead.
‘I’m surprisingly calm. I feel like I’ve returned to where I belong.’
{Hehe. By the way, I saw Seo Ryu Shin’s performance yesterday.}
‘How was it? I wanted to see it too, but I couldn’t because of the preparations.’
{The kid did well. That guy has a passionate edge.}
At those words, Yoomyeong chuckled softly.
It reminded him of Ryu Shin’s passion and competitiveness that used to burst out during rehearsals. It was a quality that suited him well.
‘Tell me what kind of quality I have later.’
With those words, Yoomyeong stood up.
One hour before the performance. Many people had gathered in the hall lobby.
For this event, known as ‘Opening Night’, people related to Changcheon, such as professors and graduates, gathered to celebrate the opening.
Beverages and refreshments were set up on each table, and familiar faces were conversing here and there.
“There’s the director—”
As the auditorium door opened and Cheol-joo came out, the attendees greeted him with a big round of applause.
Cheol-joo’s face reddened and he nodded.
“The director worked hard—”
“Let’s hear a word—”
As the focus of the crowd turned to him, he opened his mouth.
“Professors, seniors, thank you for gracing us with your presence at the 65th performance of , a place of history and tradition. I’m Choi Cheol-joo from the class of ’98, the director of this performance. Please enjoy it, and I would appreciate your candid advice if there are any shortcomings!”
“How cool—”
“He’s handsome—”
Once again, applause echoed.
Cheol-joo scanned the audience with sharp eyes. He spotted the face he was looking for at two o’clock.
Baek Lee-shin. He was the legendary senior who had directed three times while still in school. He was the casting director of , whom Cheol-joo had been eagerly waiting for.
As Cheol-joo walked toward the two o’clock direction, he casually struck up a conversation as if passing by coincidentally.
“Oh! Senior Lee-shin. You really came. Thank you!”
“Ah, Cheol-joo. I’m here to see you and to check if there are any promising talents. Do a good job with the performance.”
Lee-shin patted Cheol-joo’s shoulder.
Having successfully caught the eye of the most important person, Cheol-joo now turned his attention outside the theater.
He intended to check how many spectators were waiting. However, he was surprised to see the person standing at the very front of the line outside the barrier.
It was Seo Ryu Shin.
He had come the earliest to see ‘his performance’ and was standing at the very front.
‘As expected, Seo Ryu Shin is conscious of me, too,’ Cheol-joo thought, even feeling a sense of satisfaction.
Returning to the stage, Cheol-joo called the actors for °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° one last gathering. After meeting Baek Lee-shin and Seo Ryu Shin, his already overflowing enthusiasm was set aflame.
“Everyone, don’t be nervous, don’t forget your lines, and don’t improvise or break the balance! Changcheon, fighting!”
“Fighting—”
The curtain rose.
His words to the director earlier were merely a courtesy; he had no real expectations for the Changcheon performance.
‘Not bad.’
“Not bad” was by no means synonymous with good.
‘It has structure for a university performance, but...’
In other university performances, where clumsiness tends to be evident, one can often discover overwhelming energy or a distinct character, but such expectations were not held for Changcheon performances.
‘It feels like watching a performance where kids pretend to be adults.’
Disliking the ‘Changcheon style’ that emphasized adequacy and balance, Lee-shin had made bold casting decisions when he was directing during his time at the university.
He cast a friend in the lead role who was said not to have a lead-role presence because he lacked certain qualities. Another female student, who was said to be suitable for a lead female role because she was pretty, he cast as a comedic character because he saw a quirky charm in her.
He had been called in by the seniors several times.
He had heard enough and was tired of hearing about the ‘tradition of Changcheon.’
Since the director had full authority during preparation, Lee-shin let their words go in one ear and out the other while pushing forward with his intentions.
And the nagging and worries turned into praise after the performance ended. That experience might have been what made Lee-shin a casting director.
‘The lead is Gu Won-young? His acting is better than Cheol-joo’s. However, he’s still just as boring...’
Lee-shin let out a small yawn. He hadn’t gotten much sleep lately because the theater troupe had been busy.
Just as he was about to doze off, a new character appeared on stage.
‘Huh?’
His drowsiness vanished.
.
.
.
A man walked out from the left wing of the stage.
A suit with a bowtie, hair slicked back tightly with pomade, and a shiny gold watch on his wrist.
The man, swaggering out with his hands shoved into his pockets in contrast to his formal attire, captivated everyone’s attention.
Why?
While Lee-shin was contemplating why the man was attracting attention without doing anything in particular, he sat down on the couch on stage, crossing his legs.
In a posture that seemed almost laid back, he picked up a telephone.
Ring—
Reporter Kwak, who was on the right side of the stage, answered the phone.
[Oh, our dear reporter.]
[Hello, Mr. President.]
[Did you have a good time with the newcomer I introduced to you last time?]
[Look at this. You’re asking for another favor right away, huh?]
[Haha. You got a big scoop this time, didn’t you?]
[Ah, that one~ The Spiderman concept worked well and got some attention. Isn’t it nice? The people’s hero, Spiderman~]
[You came up with a mind-boggling concept. Does he have an agency? If not, introduce him to me.]
[Want to take a shot? You’re smelling money, aren’t you?]
‘Wow. That actor...’
Lee-shin sat up straight. The instincts of a casting director were pulling at him.
He exclaimed three times in that short scene.
First, the voice.
A voice as soft yet clear as that of the famed actor Peter O’Toole.
Was there such a voice among local actors? The tone was so good that he would want to train him as an actor even if he were just an ordinary person with such a voice.
And then, the ‘voice character’ that reversed that smoothness.
If you asked the average audience member what they thought of that person’s voice, they would probably say it was ‘a very cunning and unpleasant voice.’
His inflection, speech pattern, and conversational habits were so ‘third-rate’ that they masked the original smoothness. Despite using the most deferential language toward Reporter Kwak, the audience could still feel that he was a villain.
The last was the expression, the reason Lee-shin could not take his eyes off him from the beginning.
He had a realistically vile expression that could not hide his true nature even when he was smiling or being kind.
The only unfortunate thing was that it seemed as though the actor had been born with such a face, given the vile impression he gave even when expressionless.
‘It’s perfect for his current role, but with that kind of impression, it will be difficult for him to play anything other than a villain in the future, hmm.’
Despite this, he was intrigued.
This was an actor who evoked in him not ‘Wow, that guy’ or ‘That bastard,’ but ‘Wow, that actor.’
‘Did I bring my business card today...?’
The performance continued.
Lee-shin noticed an odd atmosphere when President Nam appeared for the third time.
If Kim Cheolsu was the virtuous protagonist and Reporter Kwak was an opportunistic supporting role representing the bitter facets of modern society, then Mr. Nam was a villainous minor character symbolizing the darkness of society.
The villain’s impact was significant, but since he was neither the lead nor a supporting actor, his appearances were limited.
Yet, even in those limited scenes...
Whoosh—
The audience’s gaze consistently concentrated on the supporting actor.
Feeling goosebumps for the fourth time, Lee-shin rubbed his arms with his palms.
He might have been the first to recognize the value of ‘Mr. Nam’ with his exceptional eye and keen analytical skills.
But in the end, the most accurate judge was the audience. It was the audience that unconsciously favored a particular actor’s performance with their gaze.
In Act 3.
When he revealed his malice in a scene where he faced off one-on-one with the lead actor, a member of the audience sharply inhaled.
Despite the lead actor delivering more lines directly, the audience’s gaze kept being drawn to him.
He stole the show.
He was, literally, a ‘scene-stealer.’
As a massive round of applause poured down, the curtain call began. Lee-shin anxiously waited for the reappearance of ‘that actor.’
“As Gu Won-young in the role of Kim Cheolsu~”
The sound faded.
“As Kang Seok-ho in the role of Reporter Kwak~”
The lighting faded.
“As Shin Yoomyeong in the role of President Nam~”
Finally, when the actor he had been waiting for appeared...
‘Huh?’
Lee-shin blinked several times before rubbing his eyes.
The face of the young male student, who was smiling brightly and waving, was utterly devoid of any distortion and appeared very innocent.
‘I thought his villainous expression was his natural demeanor. This is insane... did he actually create that expression?!’
Lee-shin rushed outside even before the lights in the auditorium came on.
