A Thousand Faces (Soon to be Published)

Chapter 8

"You, what on earth is all this?"

Mansik said in a state of disbelief.

Junwoo scratched his head as if to say he couldn't believe it either.

"Ah, it collapsed because of the wind..."

Junwoo gestured towards the fallen shelf on the floor.

Only then did a rough picture start to form.

While organizing, the shelf collapsed, scripts spilled everywhere, and at that moment, that kid lost it completely.

It was understandable.

"No one but this guy could have put them back in place."

After observing him closely for a week, the guy who officially joined the theater seemed like a fish in water, his eyes sparkling as he explored every nook and cranny.

He held a script in one hand.

Other scripts were already piled up neatly on one side.

Mansik surveyed the mess that had become of the practice room. Clocks, chairs, tables, musical instruments, potted plants, and various stage props were scattered around as if they had been pulled out of a storage room. It seemed like he had an interest in directing after all. The shock aside, Mansik couldn't help but become increasingly curious.

"Why are you doing this?"

The guy looked a little embarrassed. It seemed like he was even feeling sorry as if he didn't know this would happen.

"I was just trying to read it once. I'm sorry; I'll clean up quickly."

"You read? The script?"

"Yes."

"You were doing a performance by yourself?"

"No, I just read it. With my eyes."

"Then, just reading should be enough. What's all this about?"

As if finding it difficult to explain, the guy cleared his throat and suddenly came up with a different idea.

Upon closer inspection, the guy was holding a classic play written in Russian.

"You know Russian too?"

"No, not that. This."

He pointed among the scripts.

Somehow, a Russian dictionary was lying there.

"Why are you looking at that? There must be plenty of Korean scripts available."

"I've already read all of those."

On one side, familiar scripts were piled up. It seemed like he had already read everything available, even delving into classical masterpieces.

Among his belongings, classical masterpieces of drama, deeply stored away, were scattered around. They were all in their original languages.

"So, you were setting up this scene without even knowing what you were saying? How?"

"I don't know it well, but I roughly understood the content after looking up a few words."

Barely understanding the content with just a few words? How is that even possible?

Mansik recalled studying this script multiple times several years ago.

The page the guy was unfolding was the part where the actor begins a monologue in anger.

Before the dialogue starts, the character throws and overturns objects in their room, expressing emotions explosively. Knowing this, as Mansik looked at the scattered props again, it was clear they weren't just randomly arranged.