"He's not doing it?"

-Yes. Well, he seemed to be looking for another job.

"Alright, I'll keep that in mind for now."

He shouldn't have been wrong. Lee Jihoon pondered as he put his phone inside his pocket, 

Han Maru, that fellow, whom he had already learned the name of, should be studying to become an actor. Otherwise, it couldn't explain the concentration or expression skills he showed at the scene.

"Or does he know that being an extra brings no benefits?"

If he was smart, then he should know that doing background acting once or twice should be more than enough experience.

It wasn't like the opportunity to see lead actors up close was common, and it wasn't that he would be given various other acting opportunities, so just doing it once or twice to gain experience was the right decision.

Jihoon rolled up the cue sheet and tapped it on the back of his neck. It should be okay for the time being, but 'that day' was bound to arrive; it was the day where every prop and every extra in the monitor would pierce his eyes and fuel his anger.

He needed Han Maru, the special medicine, to safely pass that day. He would receive less than half of the stress he was receiving now if he could have that human medicine by his side to soothe his rampaging mind.

"Director. The preparations are ready."

Jihoon put...