Superstar From Age 0-Chapter 569:

Translator: MarcTempest

Editor: AgRoseCrystal

Chapter 569

As the director shouted “Action!”, two cameras in front of her and one on the hill to her left captured Seo-jun’s movements.

Crunch. Crunch.

The eyes of the crew followed Seo-jun as he stepped on the snow.

The cameras chased after him.

As Seo-jun walked on the snow, his blood stained it red. His white cloak and black hair fluttered in the wind.

Park Woo-jin and the filming team swallowed their dry saliva.

They thought his acting was intense so far, but today it was especially captivating.

Even though it was not a close-up shot of his eyes, he looked so small in the full shot, but every step, every stagger, every movement was so powerful. He was not trying to force it. He was just focused on his acting.

He was completely immersed in the role of ‘the nameless painter’.

He was so beautiful.

Park Woo-jin and the filming team did not forget to snap out of their admiration and continue filming.

They were afraid they might forget to film if they just watched him.

Except for the fixed camera, the other two cameras moved along with Seo-jun’s movements.

Director Hwang Ji-yoon’s heart pounded as she watched Seo-jun move freely as she had told him to. Her mind was dizzy as if lightning had struck her head. It was exactly as she had imagined, no, it was more fantastic than she had imagined.

‘This is going to be a really, really amazing scene…!’

She could tell by the reactions of the crew members here.

Even though she was not yet at the bust shot or the close-up shot, Yu Seo-young, the art team, and Matteo from behind the camera, they all followed Seo-jun’s movements without a word. Their eyes were wide open, as if they had forgotten to blink.

Yu Seo-young and the art team wondered if the painting being drawn there was really the sketch they had drawn.

They had discussed and planned with Seo-jun, but most of it was their sketch. They thought they knew it best, but the painting on the hill felt different.

‘The overall shape is the same as the sketch…’

But just like different painters can create different paintings of the same subject, the painting drawn under Seo-jun’s feet was different from the one the art team had drawn.

Each petal was vivid, sorrowful, intense, and sad.

It was probably because of Seo-jun’s movements, or rather, the ‘nameless painter’s’ movements.

Sometimes he was so fierce that he would hurt his feet and make his own blood, and sometimes he was so frail that he would sway with the slightest breeze. His movements added to the feeling of the painting with each footprint.

‘The paint seems different too…’

The red paint that Yu Seo-young and the art team had worked hard to make.

It seemed to sparkle more red than they had expected, maybe because it was spreading on the white snow.

No. No.

That was really Seo-jun’s life pouring out. Seo-jun, or the ‘nameless painter’, was painting as if he was giving his whole life to the movie!

‘…Wow…’

They felt a silent exclamation and their hairs stood on end.

They had some expectations.

They had joked and said it would look cool while practicing on the snow. They said the viewers would surely marvel at the painting.

But this was beyond their imagination.

It was all because of the painter, no, the actor standing there.

The painting felt different because of him, the ordinary red paint felt special because of him… Even the cold wind and the heavy atmosphere… It was because of Seo-jun, or the ‘nameless painter’ he was portraying.

Seo-jun’s acting made the painting shine.

He made them unable to take their eyes off him and feel the emotions of the ‘nameless painter’.

Just like Yu Seo-young and the art team were mesmerized, the other crew members also gaped at Seo-jun’s acting. Actors Kim Sung-sik and Jung Eun-mi, Kwon Se-ah and ‘that thing’ were the same.

Especially ‘that thing’, it was so shocked that it had unconsciously released its materialization and disguise and returned to its original form. It had recognized the divine power that was hidden in the painting, the power that humans could not see.

The red flowers also glowed with the sparkling life force.

It was a sight that was so amazing and beautiful that it would stay deep in the soul of ‘that thing’, which had not been born for long.

Finally, Seo-jun finished all the flowers and collapsed. His cloak spread behind him as he curled up on the ground. Like the wings of a white butterfly. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Silence fell.

Even though he was not moving, actor Lee Seo-jun looked like he was still acting. The wind, the air, the atmosphere. Everything seemed to be under his control.

After a brief moment,

“Cut! Okay!”

Director Hwang Ji-yoon shouted louder than ever.

‘…Wow…!’

The soundless exclamation turned into a sound. Their palms met spontaneously.

Clap clap clap!!

As the applause and admiration sounded, Seo-jun smiled brightly as he brushed off the snow on his clothes and got up.

“Seo-jun! Come down quickly! Your feet must be cold!”

“Yes!”

At Hwang Do-yoon’s shout, Seo-jun carefully avoided the painting on the snow and came down.

“Sit here. Here!”

“I’ll turn on the heater!”

The crew members moved Seo-jun to the front of the heater and he sat down, took off his shoes, and warmed his body and feet. The crew members who had been waiting with sparkling eyes poured out their praises.

“Seo-jun! You’re really good!”

“You can even draw well! Is there anything you can’t do?”

“I almost cried watching you!”

“Haha. Thank you.”

‘That thing’, which had turned back into a white dog, also expressed its thoughts by moving its arms vigorously with curious eyes. It couldn’t speak yet, but it seemed to know how impressed it was by the aura that was floating around.

“Let’s stop here and get ready for the close-up shot!”

While Seo-jun was warming up, the crew members who had spilled their admiration started to prepare for the close-up shot.

“…This is serious.”

The film major students looked puzzled at Park Woo-jin’s muttering as he moved the camera.

“What is? Did you film something wrong?”

Their faces turned pale as if they were about to scream. Park Woo-jin quickly shook his head.

“No, not that… I’m just wondering how to film other actors’ acting after filming this kind of acting. We still have a long way to go to film actors with good acting skills, right?”

“…You’re right?”

“And even among the actors who are good at acting, it would be hard to find someone who can do as well as Seo-jun. I feel like our standards are getting too high…”

The film major students nodded their heads unknowingly at Park Woo-jin’s words.

***

Before the close-up shot, Seo-jun touched the red paint that the art team had prepared. ‘That thing’, which had turned back into a white dog, looked at the divine power that was spreading like waves with curious eyes.

[The (Line/Production) Lariodi Dew of Flowers – Intermediate Level – skill is activated.]

[The (Line/Production) Lariodi Dew of Flowers – Intermediate Level -]

It is the dew of the Lariodi flowers that bloom on the high mountain peaks.

The dew of the Lariodi flowers, which contains the sunlight, is full of life force.

Usage: Touch the container with the liquid.

It was a dew that was usually used as a potion ingredient, but Seo-jun decided to use it as paint.

He had used this skill on the paint he had used in the previous filming. It was one of the reasons why the crew felt such a strong impression from the painting.

‘The effect is good.’

Seo-jun smiled contentedly as he looked at the finished paint, recalling the painting he had drawn. It was a painting that was so intense that it seemed to contain the life of ‘the nameless painter’.

Meanwhile, the white dog that had been watching the paint with the divine power in it glanced at Seo-jun and then stuck out its pink tongue-

“You can’t eat that.”

“Keeing.”

Even though the paint was natural and ‘that thing’ was not a real dog.

Seo-jun firmly stopped ‘that thing’ from tasting the paint with the divine power in it.

***

“We’re starting to film!”

The close-up shot filming began. In the close-up shot, they planned to film not only his expression, but also his hands, feet, and clothes in detail.

When they filmed his feet, he took off his shoes and stepped on the snow with his bare feet (he had a thin sole attached to his feet). The crew members were more focused on the filming than ever, worried that Seo-jun might get frostbite from the cold snow.

Crack-

The branch that the prop team had made broke under Seo-jun’s feet. At the same time, the paint inside spilled out.

The red paint with the divine power in it gave him a more special feeling than ever.

He started walking on the snow again, and they began filming his bare feet.

He walked hastily and then staggered as if he had lost his strength, and he also pressed his feet hard enough to show his veins. His blood stained the cold snow red. It looked so cold that it seemed to freeze just by looking at it.

“Cut! Okay!”

They then filmed his expression.

The camera came close to Seo-jun. He started moving as he had done in the full shot.

It looked like he had copied it exactly.

The full shot was impressive, but his facial acting was no less.

Hwang Ji-yoon, Kim Se-yeon, and the crew members swallowed their dry saliva.

The expression of ‘the nameless painter’ was clear on the monitor.

His eyebrows moving up and down, his eyes trembling with anxiety and then shining with intensity, his lips biting unknowingly and his faint smile. His muscles trembling and his jaw clenched. His face full of anger and his smile as if he was happy, and then his face sinking into heavy sadness.

Finally, the camera zoomed in on Seo-jun’s face buried in the snow on the right side.

His pale face with eyelashes that fluttered like butterfly wings, and the tears that flowed under them. A faint smile lingered on his face that was full of sorrow.

“…Cut! Okay!”

Director Hwang Ji-yoon, who had been watching the series of emotional acting on the monitor, shouted. At the same time, the crew members who had been watching without breathing sighed.

“How does he move his facial muscles like that? I feel like I would get a cramp.”

“Me too.”

The most passionate reactions were, as expected, from the actors and the acting major students who knew better. They tried to imitate Seo-jun’s facial muscles with their phone cameras, but their bodies did not seem to listen.

That’s why he was Lee Seo-jun.

The other students were no different.

“Wow… How are we going to film other movies?”

“I know, right?”

But they also smiled unknowingly as they watched Seo-jun’s acting on the screen. The art and stage art major students who kept admiring him.

“Let’s get ready for the next filming!”

That’s how the filming of the climax ended without a single NG.

***

The [Fire] team returned to their accommodation and gathered in the restaurant as usual to watch the OK cuts they had filmed that day on a large screen.

They said anyone who was tired could leave, but there was never a time when the restaurant was full, but today no one left and attended.

“Wow…”

“It looks different on the screen.”

The crew members murmured quietly, watching Seo-jun’s acting as if they were immersed in it. They didn’t seem to get tired of watching it several times.

“Matteo said we could submit it to some performance art festival or something as it is.”

“It does look like it could win an award.”

Seo-jun was also satisfied with his acting on the screen.

It was worth the hard work. He was able to film it exactly as he had imagined, without any regrets. He always felt good after giving his all to his acting.

‘All that’s left is…’

Seo-jun and the crew members looked at the director.

“All we have to do is edit it well.”

“Fight! Hwang Ji-yoon!”

They looked at her with eyes that said if she messed up, she was in big trouble. Hwang Ji-yoon nodded her head heavily, feeling both pleased and worried.

***

Kwon Se-ah, who was in charge of the music for the movie [Fire], felt lost for the first time.

‘…What should I do…’

She had always thought of the music that matched the atmosphere of the scene smoothly while filming, but this time she couldn’t think of anything.

There was music that went back and forth between intensity and frailty, and she could make it, but

‘…I can’t think of any music that suits this.’

She didn’t know how to express this hardness and delicacy.

Many songs came to her mind. And Seo-jun’s acting unfolded before her eyes. Music that was too strong would ruin the focus of the scene, and music that was too weak would interfere with the appreciation.

‘Then maybe…’

She thought it might be better not to have any music.

To focus entirely on Seo-jun’s acting as ‘the nameless painter’ and the painting that ‘the nameless painter’ drew with all his strength.

Just like she had appreciated it without feeling any lack of music.

‘I should talk to the director.’

She smiled as she thought.

She had changed her career path because she wanted to make music that suited the movies, but she thought that the music was not needed in the most awesome scene where she really wanted to make the music.

It was ironic.