Ganghwan stood on the stage, lit by the lights above. It’d been a while since he last performed in a small theater, regardless, their play debuted tomorrow. Practice ended a while ago, but their schedule was pushed back a bit because of the theater suddenly getting rented away by someone else. Money always came first, after all.

“Damn, actor Yang. Looking good under the light,” Miso said with a smile.

“I know, I know.”

“Get over here and have some coffee.”

Ganghwan took the paper cup from Miso, it was coffee from a famous brand. He looked at the cup of coffee as he asked a question.

“How much were these again?”

“Five thou.”

“And how much is our theater’s ticket on a discount?”

“Five thou.”

“As I thought.”

“What, does the coffee feel too expensive?”

“No, I just feel like we need to work harder. The fact that this cup of coffee costs the same as a play that’s an hour and a half long is a very telling sign of how unpopular plays are. How sad is that?”

“Why so depressed? That’s very unlike you.”

“I don’t know, I’m just worried about money. I need to marry, I need to get a house, and I need to have a kid. The money I’m earning now is nowhere...