Acting is tough.
This beca clear to the mont I took on this script.
To perfectly encapsulate emotions, and affect the audience without using any powers. It's not easy to do.
....I knew this before, but it was only now that I realized how hard it was.
Especially when I didn't know much about the character.
I thought about trying to imrse myself in the script, but that wasn't enough. Words weren't enough. There was sothing that I was fundantally missing and couldn't achieve.
I tried... tried and tried...
But I still failed.
In the end, looking around, and seeing all the eyes that were on , my chest trembled.
'It's almost over."
....I had yet to achieve what I wanted to achieve.
This wasn't good enough for .
The reactions from the audience weren't enough.
I couldn't stop.
Especially not when the play wasn't over.
Imrse.
I needed to imrse myself further.
"Hooo."
In the silence that was surrounding , I closed my eyes and replayed the entire script in my mind.
David.
He was a fool.
A pathetic fool.
Driven by his curiosity, he ended up discovering one of his classmate's secrets.
Affection Distortion Disorder. A disease that ate away at one's life the more they experienced a certain emotion.
As long as they avoided experiencing such emotion, they'd be able to live a long life.
...But would such life truly be aningful?
Would one truly be okay with living a life like that?
From the mont that I took on the script, I asked myself such a question.
And the answer ca rather quickly...
Most wouldn't, but so would. David wasn't such a person. He was soone who wanted to live his life to the fullest, and this was why I struggled to imrse myself.
He was the opposite of what I was.
I lived for my brother, and not myself.
Who cared about how I felt? So long as my brother was okay, what did I matter...?
I... didn't matter.
It was this fundantal idea of myself that stopped from imrsing in the character. We were just so different that it made it impossible for to see myself in him.
At least, that was until the very last mont.
Until the last scene.
Despite also having the sa disease, David held no regard for himself and tried his best to help Alia. Even though what he was doing was killing him, he continued to help her.
I didn't understand why he would go to such lengths to help soone who he hardly knew.
The mont he learned about her disease, he could've just left and moved on with his life. But he didn't. Instead, he stayed with her until his last breath.
Why...?
Why did he do that?
But I soon understood. The reason why he did what he did.
It was because...
He was alone.
Facing a disease that hardly anyone knew or understood, he could only live his life in silence.
He wasn't so different from in that regard.
To suffer in silence.
.... And it was this understanding that made understand him more as a character.
Opening my eyes, I looked down at the diary in front of . It was all that I could see.
Pen in hand, I started to scribble.
My voice echoed throughout the theater.
At the sa ti it did, mories started to flash before my very eyes. They were the scenes
of the play.
From the first scene where I first saw Alia to the last scene where she smiled and cried.
The scenes continued to play back and forth in my mind, endlessly, almost like a movie, and before I knew it, I was starting to have a hard ti telling what was real and what was fake.
I was slowly starting to imrse myself.
David...
I was slowly becoming him.
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My hand shook. Emotions started to flood my mind.
"...."
My hand shook further.
The more I wrote, the more my chest ached.
I started to grow desperate.
It was a terrifying pain that made it hard for to focus. But I couldn't stop. I needed to finish
writing my last words.
I needed to...
"Kh."
Clenching my teeth, I used every little bit of my power to write the last few words.
I needed to. I had to.
I...
Sc... ribble Scr...
Tak.
The pen fell out of my hand.
Suddenly, my vision blurred. I could hardly see, and I couldn't breathe. My head felt light, and
my arms grew limp.
As my head rolled up, I saw it.
The thousand pairs of eyes that were locked onto .
I could see the tears streaming down their faces and the looks of shock in their eyes.
Their looks...
They had changed.
"Ah."
I smiled then.
But not because of them.
Because of soone else. Her face appeared in my mind again, and at that mont, I realized
what the pain in my chest was.
■Lvl 1. [Love] EXP 10%
With the blink of my eyes, the notification disappeared.
As the world grew silent, my mouth opened.
"Right, I forgot to say it."
I could hear my voice reach every corner of the theater.
"Unlike you..."
As the world grew dark, I continued to smile.
"....It was love, not joy."
My Emotion of Disorder.
***
The entire theater was in a state of silence beside the subtle sobs that ca out from so of
the spectators. With tears streaming down the faces of so of them, all attention was
focused on the lone man who stood by the bench.
'Thud!'
As the journal in his hand fell, his eyes closed.
From the start of the play, he had not once stood out.
He appeared to be more like the secondary character to the main. She was the star. The one
that the audience couldn't take their eyes away from.
....That was until the last mont.
In the last scene, all eyes were on him. Not a single eye was away from him.
He stole the spotlight.
With his lips gently twisted into a smile, he leaned back on the bench with a wistful look.
"I-s he dead?"
"...So he never got to see the play?"
The realization hit so of the audience like a truck, forcing tears down their eyes.
It was a sight that made people look away, unable to look further as the sight took their
breaths away.
And slowly, the lights surrounding the stage faded, covering his entire figure.
Tak-
It was then that everyone heard the sound of a single footstep.
As the audience looked, a familiar figure appeared in the middle of the stage. She looked
different from the past. She was older, now. Not that much older, but at least in her late
twenties.
There was no background, no fancy lighting.
Just her, and the audience.
Drip. Drip...!
With tears streaming down her face, she looked at the audience.
[The world is a harsh place.]
Her acting began, and the theater grew quiet.
As if they had been transported to another world, they found themselves unable to tear their
gazes away from her. As tears stread down her face and the face of the audience, she
poured everything into her acting.
In that stage, she acted her heart out.
She...
Let herself go.
Scribble~ Scribble~
A scribbling sound echoed, and her voice echoed.
Her figure shone brightly underneath the stage.
She was like the sun.
Shining brightly before thousand.
Gradually, her acting started to slow down.
It was reaching the climax, and the voice grew softer as the act ended.
"Haa.. Haa..."
By the ti she was done, her breath was heavy, and sweat was pouring down from the side of
her
face.
But most importantly, she had a smile on her face.
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