Chihwan had almost given up at this point. There were seventeen first year boys in the club. Until now, he and thirteen of them had performed, and each one, including his own performance, was utterly cringe to look at. Just watching them made him feel embarrassed. It felt like there were thirteen antenna towers spreading embarrassment frequencies around him. At first, he could laugh about it, but after thirteen repetitions of that, he felt utterly embarrassed. He wanted someone to put on a good show to relax those expressions on the faces of the film production club. Well, from the way things were going now, such a thing didn’t seem to be possible.

“Thank you for your performance.”

The fellow that just finished scene 14 returned with a bitter smile on his face. Scene 14. It seemed that everyone thought that that scene was cool. Before that fellow, he and seven out of thirteen participants did the same scene. Chihwan wanted to cry because he was reminded of his awkward acting whenever scene 14 replayed in front of him.

“Why did you do scene 14?”

“Because the lines are cool.”

“That’s so simple-minded of you. You did it because it was cool?”

“What did you do then?”

Hearing that question, Chihwan didn’t say anything. That friend of his asked if he did 14 as well in a small voice. He quietly nodded and was given a smack.

“Next.”

Chihwan raised his head when Sora said those words. He saw Maru standing up. The others, who were chatting among themselves, all quietened down...