Chapter 167: Making Film, The Sky was Raining with Bait (4)
TL: emptycube / ED: Isleidir
“One didn’t turn off? Why did I forget to turn that off?”
Only one video was playing in the corner of the TV.
Seeing this, Im Seoyoung’s reaction was a simple question. However, once the video began filling the screen, Im Seoyoung began to become flustered. Not knowing that a camera was rolling, Im Seoyoung freely moved around the living room.
She looked back at me with wide eyes. They were trembling.
“What is it, oppa? Why is that still playing? Did something go wrong in editing? Is it a broadcast accident?”
“No way. Producer Yoo spent all night editing this part.”
“Huh? Why would she when I’m the only one… What did I do that day?”
She mumbled the date as though she was trying to recall what she did.
During this time, the Im Seoyoung on TV pressed the remote. The same TV turned on in the screen. It was a rerun of Royal Family. It was a scene with Lee Songha’s character, Lee Sohee the sassy top star.
The Im Seoyoung in reality jolted up from her spot. Then she shook me since I was holding the remote.
“Le-let’s watch something else!”
“We need to monitor this. It’s only begun.”
“We don’t have to watch this part! It’s harmful! Oppa, save me!”
“You’re alive.”
“Snake! So coldhearted! You have no sympathy!”
Giving up on convincing me, Im Seoyoung looked at the other members. She looked like she wanted to get them on her side, but the three of them were happily watching the TV. Im Seoyoung grabbed Lee Songha’s shoulders.
“Let’s go, Songha! I’ll buy you braised pigs’ feet!”{1}
“Braised pigs’ feet?”
Lee Songha’s eyes shined.
“Yeah, pigs’ feet!”
“I already ordered that. Why is it taking so long?”
Im Seoyoung stomped her feet at my words.
“Damn it! If you’re going to watch it, you’ll have to step over me!”
Spreading her arms out like a stingray, she rushed towards the TV. Then she was dragged back in three seconds. LJ had grabbed her back. She instantly rolled her on the rug and sat on her. She was like a pro-wrestler.
Im Seoyoung whined as she hit the rug.
The TV speakers began playing Im Seoyoung’s voice.
{How can you not recognize me because I’m wearing sunglasses? Are you blind? My chest, legs, and even my toes scream Lee Sohee! Do you think there’s such a work of art anywhere else? Look! Look at me!}
It was Lee Sohee’s line.
Royal Family’s scene with Lee Sohee showed up as a reference as the broadcast continued to show Im Seoyoung following her lines. She even lifted her smooth legs up with such vigor and began wiggling her toes.
Her legs were elegant, and her terrible acting skills exceeded the realm of arts.
She followed a few more of Lee Sohee’s lines before fanning herself. Maybe it was because she put her all into acting or because she was embarrassed by Lee Sohee’s lines, but her round face had become red.
Im Seoyoung, currently sat on by LJ, hastily made an excuse.
“I just tried it to see what it felt like!”
At the same time, the same voice resounded out the speakers.
{This is much harder than Cat Guardian Ghost. I wonder if she kept any of the Alive scripts?}
“Don’t do this to me! Just let me die in peace!”
Im Seoyoung wailed.
Lee Songha shuffled on her knees and approached her.
“Unni, I have a lot of Alive scripts…”
“No! That’s not it… Ahhhh!”
Im Seoyoung flailed her limbs crazily. The Im Seoyoung on TV brought out a stack of papers and a notebook from her room. The papers were sheet music.
The Im Seoyoung in reality stretched her trembling hand towards Lee Taehee.
“Uh, unni, why don’t we turn the TV off and have some beer?”
“Seoyoung.”
“I’ll be a great drinking friend today.”
“I can’t hear the TV.”
Lee Taehee, who sat up properly before anyone knew, said,
“It’s cute.”
“No! Unni, your words have no credibility!”
“Why?”
“You’re an old grandpa who’ll chuckle at whatever your grandchild does!”
Im Seoyoung despaired as she buried her head in her hands.
At this time, the Im Seoyoung on TV was drawing musical notes in her notebook. She was writing a song. She became so immersed in it that she even skillfully dancing to it, but it was putting pearls on a pig. Her song was more suited for a children’s dance routine.