Kidnapped Dragons

The rehearsal takes place on stage. Dancers of the Horror genre dance like ghosts to strange music. By the time the camera director and the acoustic director were fingering around and directing something.

On the spectacle side, some writers looked at one place and looked at it.

The 'broccoli' writer was an unthinkable figure.

She was so beautiful that her words were blocked.

But on the other hand, it feels beautiful and distant. I'm afraid to speak loudly, but I don't win curiosity, so I keep seeing my face. Slightly sagging eyes are regressive. The fat face looked like the goddess of a religion that didn't feel right.

She didn't feel like a ‘pretty girl’. Somewhere I feel like a holy atmosphere. It was like someone else in the world. In a way, he wasn't even human.

Then, when my eyes met, I suffocated, regardless of gender and age. I had a slight smile on my face that was fat and fluffy.

I just didn't like it. Strangely enough, the writers were terrified. In that strange atmosphere. She opened her mouth.

“That's a little shaky. It's the first time I've been awarded a prize. ”

Oh, right. Haha. I was nervous too.... It was time for some writers to pick up their words.

A middle-aged female writer coughed and said,

“Writer.”

“Yes.”

“That, earlier. What did the carrot girl writer say? ”

“Ah……. ”

I saw the hair color and said it was a tire. Spring nodded.

The writer looked at the carrot girl who was sitting there, distant and alone.

“Tsk. I thought you might be surprised. But don't worry about it too much. ”

Everyone nodded as if they were empathetic.

“Originally, I had quite a temper. That little guy.”

“A man who lives in his own good taste..... ”

It usually follows from the back story that he has a bad reputation.

“Ah... I'm fine. Thank you. But what happened to her? You're in a bad mood. ”

“I know I'm part of the same management. He says it's been a long day. ”

“Oh really? ”

“Material is down. I don't have any inspiration. Something like that..... I haven't rested in years and I write stories all the time, so it's natural. I'm just blaming the others for it. ”

“Ahhh……. ”

‘That's ridiculous.’ ‘It's crazy...' ‘Don't you just write?’ When people were so puzzled, the spring was curious.

“Horror writing is good, so you're on the target, right? ”

“Of course I am. That's self-satisfying in the first place. ”

“Satisfied?”

“I'm a horror writer. It's a hobby.”

Several people frowned at me as if they didn't deserve it. Even as a hobby, being targeted was a talent.

“But the manager or the writer or the money line is romantic. If you write a romance piece, you'll make 80 times as much as a horror piece? ”

“Ah……. ”

“I don't know the details, but I can almost see him poking around these days. It's more hysterical because it cuts the line. ”

“You must be stressed. ”

“I already have a lot of money and I don't know what kind of greed he wants..... but I don't know the details. I'm a writer with no friends. Well, only poor managerial staff die. ”

Ugh. One sigh followed another. "But how could a woman like that write a romance novel? ’Cause it is. Where's the man to take that personality? I heard laughter. Some of them had carrot girls.

Spring then, yes. "

* * *

The remaining carrot girl was stuck in the corner until the rehearsal began.

I don't like the habit of chewing my nails. I get nails periodically. Yet today I could not chew my nails.

A man's face hovers in his head.

Dull lips. Chin line. Bloodless skin, and a blurred glance that seems to take everything in the world for granted.

He was a shocking man.

The carrot girl chewed her nails.

When I was a kid, I had a lot of tall, great people.

As I got older, I realized that most of them were human beings.

When he became a better writer than anyone else and was called the Korean modifier of Joen K. Rolling, an unworthy human being disappeared.

That was her twenty-nine year old job.

― Joo-hee. Not more, not less. Just do one more piece. It's not a mess on the Chinese side. There are so many people waiting for Joo Hee's novel, but do you intend to betray them?

“Betrayal? Since when was symbiotic? Aren't they going to finger me right away if I write the same shit anyway? ”

― Uh-huh, Joo-hee!

“Jules, do I write in righteousness? How many times do you say that? I'm going to do what I want to do! ”

Putting her back on top was a novel that, ridiculously, started to make money or write "romance."

She wasn't interested in romance. More than that, I liked the story of fear touching human sources.

But the more you write, the better. The carrot girl didn't deserve her writing. It's been a long time since I wrote a romance. Now I know how to please people, but I forgot how to write what I want to write.

He won the prize, but frankly it wasn't good.

This wasn't the horror novel she wanted to write.

She became a broken writer who didn't even know what to write.

A happy life for others. But when I spent a hell of a time alone.

She saw him.

“ ……. ”

She went to the superhuman psychiatric ward to investigate data, interviewed ghosts and criminals, met real ghosts, and interviewed murderers. They were ‘understandable’ things as one.

Today, however, she saw the first ‘incomprehensible’ human being. Though only for a moment my eyes met, inspiration sprinkled from my head.

I wanted to know him a little more. I wanted to talk to him. What the hell are you thinking? How can we express such a human being?

It's something precious that was lost at some point. It was being revived.

Dante, who wrote a new song, had Beatrice.

Nietzsche, Lilke and Freud pleaded with Lu Salome in the front row.

I once wondered that. What does it feel like to be a muse? What do you mean, human beings inspire by being alone?

Today. She found out.

“Manager.”

“Yes!”

“The idols I saw earlier. ”

“Ah, you mean the goldsmith? ”

“Yes, whatever it is. Do you remember the guy who was with them? The one who was well. ”

“Oh, of course. ”

“That guy. What did it look like?”

The next manager, who remained in the waiting room, answered.

“Well, you look pretty scary. ”

“Wounded?”

“Yes. I thought it would be kind...... to listen to the story. Well, I noticed that the girls who were with the Broccoli writer also followed very well. ”

Are you saying he's nice?

Something strange, but then it was good.

She threw a bomb declaration.

“I'm going to meet him. ”

“Yes?”

“Bring it to me. Somehow. Somehow. ”

It was ridiculous, but it's not even a day or two. ‘Money is the enemy...' the manager grumbled awkwardly and asked for a place to eat.

However, the answer that came back was decisive.

“I don't like it.”

“Yes?”

“I don't intend to meet. ”

The manager felt like an insurance arm at the moment.

No, because you don't know what kind of girl the carrot girl is, but?

“Look, I'm not going to let that case get frustrating. ”

“That's it. Go. ”

I was going to grab a pair of pants and stretch.

Strangely enough, however, the manager called the carrot girl with an oval.

― @ # % @ %!!!

Beyond the handshake, a sound of tearing ears sounded. So a few minutes of sweating and soothing. Suddenly the phone was disconnected.

What's going on? It was time for the manager to sweat.

“Where?”

Suddenly I heard her voice over there. A carrot girl in a dress ran out sweating.

“Eh, eh?! Writer? Aren't you rehearsing? ”

A surprising manager spreads out a mountain to cover the sun, and the carrot girl shouts out in silence.

“Well, tell me where he is! ”

* * *

By then, he was making calls with the Federation in preparation for the upcoming 'second night’.

I'm hanging up with Jefferson. It was time to turn around to see the rehearsal. A woman pops out of the alley entrance.

“Ah, you...! ”

She was an orange-haired woman. I saw it in the waiting room earlier.

“Hey, look at me for a second. ”

“What's the point? ”

She takes a breath to see if she's been running in high heels. Super-inch and weak in strength.

Wipe away the sweat on your forehead. After taking a deep breath. I opened my mouth.

“I know it's an excuse on the front. Let's hear it. It's me. She makes about a billion a month. ”

Keeping her mouth shut for a while.

What do you want me to do?

“There's a lot of hits. It's about ten. Five of my novels have been dramatized. because two of them renewed their channel's top viewership. I may not know, but I'm the only one in the Republic of Korea who has 750 million e-books downloaded, because second place isn't 100 million. Again, what kind of... ”

“Wait. I get it. So what? What's the point? ”

When the horse was cut off, the carrot girl's glabella was crunched.

However, as he wiped his sweat, he again smiled confidently.

“I feel a little inspired when I look at you. It's never been like this. That sounds strange to me, but it's very important to me. Billions are coming to one of my works. But nowadays, the idea has changed…. ”

I thought the horse would be long again, so I grumbled as I lowered my voice.

“Work ―”

The low echoes are like those of a beast and cut off the voice that led to Highton.

The carrot girl was slightly surprised and bitten her lips. But on the other hand, why is the expression of satisfaction touching and passing?

“Not anymore. Not less. Just meet me five times. ”

“You want me to meet you? Why.”

“I told you, I feel inspired by you. I'm trying to get to know you. It won't be hard. I mean, let's have a meal. And to have a conversation. ”

“I don't need it. Go.”

“What? Wait! I'm not just here to see you. Of course you have a job and you're busy. ”

“Well, I don't. ”

“Why are you being so frustrated? You have nothing to lose. I'll buy you some time. 10 million won an hour. What do you say? I'll give you more if you ask for more. That kind of money is ridiculous to me. ”

A confident smile passes.

It was the attitude of the person who did everything he touched. It was a fairly common attitude of rankers.

I have a fine neck with no wrinkles.

Hold that buzzing neck for a second and Bit imagined. It'll be quiet efficiently.

Then the ceremony of spring will be a mess.

“I can't understand a word. ”

“Yes? What..... ”

“Go before you break the Mozi. ”

A voice with a sense of disgust.

“W-what are you saying? ”

“Don't go away? ”

She stiffens and stops there. What is it? It's self-inflicted...? I couldn't fall out of my mouth because my horse door was blocked. On the one hand, it was also satisfactory. Yes. If it's a man like that, of course...

However, it was not a pleasure for him to turn around and head to the building.

“Now, wait! There!”

The carrot girl ran to grab him with her heel twisted.

Then he broke his heel in an over-running barrel. “Ugh!” When my feet slip and I try to fall into a mess. A man turns around. His wide breastplate approaches the front of his nose.

Can't you get out of here? She thought, however, that she had lost weight. The carrot girl fell on the asphalt floor. Kung! I heard a sound.

“ ……. ”

It was time for such a slapstick to be absurd for a while. The carrot girl whispered.

“Why, why don't you take it? No, I'm good. That's it. Do you have anything you'd like me to do? ”

Glug..... My nose flushed as I looked up.

She reached out and grabbed hold of her panties.

“Do you complain about trying to buy it with money? Then I apologize. You can do it. ”

“That's ridiculous. You're not gonna let go of this? ”

“Now, wait a minute. Second place! Broccoli! Is that her boyfriend? I'm not interested in you as a man anyway! ”

At this point, he is also questionable.

She was pressuring her to live a decent life. This makes it so hard to be desperate even with your life at stake.

She's hanging desperately enough to die right now.

But he didn't know that. All of that is meaningless, whether desperate or not, except for Hatzling. He tramples the hands and feet of the carrot girl holding the trousers. "Ahhh! ’A sharp scream sounded.

I tried to turn around, but the woman shouted again.

“Wait! Wait! Go, contest! Yes, the contest OSMU filmmaking rights are guaranteed only for the target audience! I'll help you with that. She's a gold medal, isn't she? Help me make a movie! I know a lot of people there with connections! ”

By the way.

This time, a woman presented a good one with a board.

If there is one thing that should not be done with clumsy money and power, it is the power that arises in the connection.

The power that money, bonds, and credit build up over a long period of time.

“You really don't want to do this? Why don't I just have a bite to eat? ”

I thought about retention.

I was very pleased to see the spring when I was notified of my admission.

If such a spring novel becomes a movie, how happy would spring be...?