Chatper 455
Life, Once Again!
Chatper 455
âI spent a long time as a minor actor. But since it wasnât like the work was continuous, I ended up needing money for everyday expenses. However, since I was over thirty, it wasnât like I could reach out to my parents for help, so I went back to the construction site again. After thirty, I couldnât work part time jobs anymore. When I say that Iâm here for a part time job interview, people would scan me from top to bottom and say that they canât hire me because Iâm too old.â
The manâs emotions calmed down as the story progressed. He was telling his story calmly as though he was telling someone elseâs story. However, the audience watching him felt the opposite - they expressed pity for the man, became angry at him for living his life like that, and sometimes would feel sad as though it was about themselves.
The more relaxed the man became, the more vigorous the emotions on the audienceâs face became. Maru captured that change with his eyes as he listened to the manâs story.
âSince young, adults around me told me that I should have a dream. Everyone here must have heard that at some point.â
The audience nodded at once.
âThatâs why I had a dream. It was to become an actor, and I never doubted myself living as an actor. Although itâs hard right now, I will definitely become successful. Light will shine upon those that put in the effort. Eventually but definitelyâ¦.â
The man raised his gripped fist up in the air before letting it fall down again with a loathing laugh.
âI turned thirty-five, and I still lived in the semi-basement apartment. The frequent offers for background acting were reduced considerably once the leader I was working with decided to quit. Then, the opportunities to be a minor actor in a drama disappeared entirely. Back then, I was acting in a theater troupe near this place. I had my own popularity as well. I got to know some good and reliable friends. I was far from appearing on TV, and I was poor, but back then, I thought like this: are there any superstar actors on TV right now who didnât spend a long time being a nameless actor? I mean, you know that famous saying donât you? âThis too shall passâ. I believed in those words and put my all into acting. However, I knew in my heart. That line was my last line of refuge.â
After saying those words, the man took out his phone before speaking in a careful voice.
âItâs gotten very late. As you can probably tell from how I look, there wonât be any good stories after this. I feel sorry for taking your precious time, so I think Iâll wrap things up here.â
The man then stood up from his seat.
âItâs been a long time since I last talked in front of so many people. I feel a little lightened, and I also feel like nothing happened at all. Yet, I felt so nervous at first. So weird, isnât it?â
He then went on to say his goodbyes when,
âI want to hear more from you.â
The man holding his daughter spoke. The girl in his arms was also looking at him with wide eyes. She wasnât even grumbling.
Maru, who was absorbed in the manâs words, stood up slightly and looked around. There were numerous people around. The people that originally sat in a semi-circle around the man had now circled the man altogether. What was surprising was that despite the increase in the number of people, it was still completely silent.
Now that the man stopped speaking, people started breathing again and began cheering for the man.
âWe canât leave at this point after having heard all that.â
âItâd be somewhat strange to call it fun, but your storyâs really good. I want to keep listening to it.â
âThese people didnât stay here and listen to your words just because they had time left over.â
Many people wanted to hear more from him.
âThere, there. Please calm down. You must give the patient time to think. How about it? I think we still want to listen to your story.â
â...Would that really be fine with you? Itâs not a story that will make you feel pleased or anything.â
âA hospital is not for the intact. This place is the same. All of the people here have one area where they are in pain. Itâs because they have pain that they can sympathize with you. I also want to listen to your story, Mr. Pati- no, Mr. Actor.â
Hearing Ganghwanâs words, the man stood up from his seat and looked at the people in the audience. He sat back down after a laugh.
âThe world sure is strange. What I couldnât gain at all when I most desperately wanted it was peopleâs attention, and yet I get to receive it here. Uhm, sorry, but can I get some water? I have a sore throat after blabbing on for so long in front of so many people.â
âWe have plenty of water.â
Hanna gave him a bottle of warm water as though she was prepared beforehand. The man took a sip before breathing out, creating a white breath.
âThat happened all of a sudden. A senior actor of mine that I stayed close with put me in a drama minor role. It was a morning drama for a public TV channel. I would play the role of a secretary for a company president and I had quite a few appearances so I wouldnât have to work part time jobs for a while if I worked on that for a while. I was running out of money too so I gladly accepted that job. You wouldnât know how many times I resolved myself as I walked towards the shooting set. I have to greet people, I have to catch their eyes, I will appeal with my acting. I will become successful. But thenâ¦.â
The man shut his eyes before gulping down a lot of the water.
âI became afraid of the camera. No, back then, I didnât know why I was like that. It was just a simple line: President, let me guide you. - How easy is that? Even someone completely clueless about acting should be able to say that line after practicing a couple of times. But I was unable to say that line until the end. President, le⦠sorry. P-president. President. Presidentâ¦.â
After coughing once, the man faintly smiled.
âI, who never had a proper job even once, called all the presidents I would probably call in my lifetime on that spot. Thirty minutes. Thatâs the time Iâd been shouting president for on the shooting set, and it was also the time that signalled the end of my career as an actor. The senior that introduced me to the job didnât say anything as he looked at me. He probably couldnât. He would only be able to say something if he understood what happened, right? I couldnât even say that I was in a bad condition. After all, the problem wasnât something on that level.â
Maru looked at the man who was unable to speak anymore, before looking up at the sky. For some reason, he thought that his story wasnât just his. Everyone has their dreams and may strive towards their dreams. Does the life of everyone that strived towards their dreams have a happy ending?
The answer was right in front of him.
For one happy ending, an endless amount of bad endings were kicked around.
For some, it gave them a sense of warning, for some, interest, and for others, perhaps joy. Maru looked at the expressions of the audience. A sad story didnât always invoke sympathy within others. Opposite to that man, the woman who was sighing in relief was perhaps looking down on that man, saying that it was fortunate that she didnât live a foolish life like he did.
Ganghwan dreamed of a place to share sadness, but it turned out to be a space to heal oneself using twisted consolations. Almost invisible loathing laughter was directed at the man. Was this a zoo? Or was this some public execution ground? Why was it that the chair the man was sitting on looked like a guillotine instead?
Perhaps he shouldnât have done what he did?
Maru vaguely, no, clearly realized that things would turn out like this. That was why he originally thought of âusingâ that man to his advantage.
After talking with him, he had the guy go up on stage with a mind that cheered for him, but perhaps he should have stopped when he said he didnât want to do it.
He never saw anyone lasting long while doing business with other peopleâs pains. Maru sighed. Why couldnât he be more rational that time? Why did he not tell the man that things would turn out like this? What did all of this have with the déjà vu he kept having?
âI donât get it. I donât get anything.â
The only feeling he had right now was the sense of apology towards that man. He didnât put the guy up on that stage to have him become a target of mockery.
âItâs fine.â
At that time, he heard a voice behind him. Someone had said a word of encouragement for that man. Maru turned around. A man in his thirties, who looked like he was about to cry at any moment, had spoken out after putting his glasses back on.
Maru closed his eyes shut and opened them again before looking around. Only then did he see the people that seemed to have a pain similar to the man on the stage entered his eyes. That number was overwhelmingly more than the people that disdained him. Maru thought that the emotions they didnât express until now because they were looking at the man, had erupted a beat later.
The encouragement was for the man, but Maru felt like he was healed as well.
At that moment - it was quite absurd, but - he had a thought like this: Did he have the man go up on stage because he wanted to have him listen to those warm words of encouragement?
It felt rather strange since that kind of thought process was neither logical nor his style, but a corner of his brain was shouting that that was the right answer.
The man continued speaking. He kept mentioning a series of events that seemed to be nightmares without any hope in sight at all.
From some moment onwards, Maru could feel some water droplets falling onto his hands. Was it raining? When he looked up, the skies looked dark, but not cloudy. The droplets had come from his eyes.
Why? - Before he even had that question, Maru bit his lips because of the aching sensation in his chest. Whose sadness was this?
At that moment, Maru saw someone else standing next to that man in his eyes.
The man who had a warm smile on his face. - Maru knew that it was an illusion. It was an image that his brain was showing him and only him. The man who appeared along with a strong headache was patting the shoulders of the man on the stage as he talked about his dark and depressing life.
His vision shook again before the figure of the illusory man put his arms over the shoulders of the man on the stage. Maru put his hands on his head and narrowed his eyes. The face of the illusory man, which looked like it had been blurred out, became clearer and clearer.
The illusory man was smiling while putting his arms over the man on the stage, who wasnât wearing worn-out clothes anymore, but a stylish suit. The moment Maru saw that manâs face, Maru made a twisted groan.
The illusory man smiling next to the man on the stage⦠was none other than himself.