"My eyes are dry."

"You think you're alone? I'm the same."

"How long do you think we'll have to keep watching today?"

"We've done half now, so it should end before six. Considering the speed the director's going at, it might end before that."

Nam Joon pressed between his eyebrows as he listened to the assistant director. So he had to wait just an hour or two more?

"The actors assigned to the morning session are definitely quite good."

"They all have experience. They're incomparably proficient to the ones who are just starting out."

"It's a pity that such actors can't even shoot a single movie these days."

"There are many 'good' people, but they'll have to show more than just 'good' in order to get picked. Did you swap out the memory?"

Nam Joon tapped on the camera and nodded.

"Looks like we should start as soon as the director returns."

Just as the assistant director stood up to stretch his back, the door opened and the director and the scriptwriter came in.

"It's really cold. I'm going to freeze to death while smoking." Director Song Daejin trembled and sat down.

The writer seemed to be cold as well, as he blew warm air into his hands.

"Nam Joon, let's begin," said the director.

Nam Joon opened the...