People rushed over, held out their phones towards the actor standing in front of the screen, and kept hitting the shutter button. The artificial shutter noise even buried people’s voices. Amidst the ear-piercing noise, Daemyung looked at the screen that had turned white. 30 minutes ago, the story that he had written was brought to life on that screen. His thoughts became words, and his words became a video. Now that he actually showed it off in public, he couldn’t stay calm. From the moment the lights turned off, he clutched his hands as though to pray. He felt like he was sitting there without clothes on. After the film began, he was more concerned about the reactions of the audience than the screen itself. He felt a sense of guilt when he saw a guy two seats in front of him take out a phone and start playing games, but he sighed in relief when he saw the person to the right side exclaim and nod. When the film ended, he almost ended up going up to that person and thanking them.

“I’m so tired.”

“Why are you tired when all you did was watch a film?”

“Maybe it’s because I was too focused on everything besides the film.”

Aram had a look at Daemyung’s face before leaving, saying that she was going to buy some drinks. She didn’t forget to snatch Bangjoo by the arm as she left.

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