There were days when he would feel dizzy like he had a fever, and that day was today. The trivial things on the screen, such as props, the background, and the extras would catch his eyes for some reason. He would console himself, saying that the actors were doing well, and the composition was good, but he would still end up saying harsh words. He knew that it was no time to be stubborn and that he didn’t have the time to do so, but once he started, he could no longer control himself.

“If your feet hurt, then say it! Or do it properly!” director Lee Jihoon shouted as he jumped up from his seat. He was directing his words at the background actors running behind the actors.

After shouting, he scratched the back of his head. On any other day, he would not have made a fuss about it. However, for some reason, they were unsightly, and he couldn’t bear to keep looking at them.

“I mean, am I asking you to do something difficult? Just run. What am I supposed to tell you when you look like you never ran before?”

A man and a woman with decent-looking faces apologized, looking afraid.

Jihoon clicked his tongue and sat down. His anger was aimed at the background actors, who weren’t up to par, but also at himself for not being able to control himself. He knew in...