[iη]secure || lookism x male of

ρtj ρt. 5

ah, late updates.

sorry, again. my mental health hasn't been the best.

anyway I realised the weird change between standard english and us english in this book.

it's probably because of the fact I have both keyboards and i will be editing it back to normal.

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Daniel goes up next, gaining a positive reaction from the female crowd.

"Cute.. How old is he?"

It's obvious that he's nervous, though he looks pretty calm from the outside.

"Hello. I'm Daniel Park." He says, respectively bowing.

"Okay. You've been practicing for a month?"

"Yes."

The music turns on, and he looks as if he's trying his best.

He's more fit to the job than me, even though pretty much anyone is.

"You've only learnt the dance for a month? Not three months?"

"Yes."

"Nice moves."

"Thank you."

This PTJ thing is honestly messed up.

They completely ignored Duke, even when he tried just as hard.

Some random guy stands up in the back, gaining the attention from the room.

"..You." He says, dramatically, "Try reading this script, let's see how you act."

"Mr. Ahn, no way?!"

"He didn't say a thing to anyone."

"I wanted to learn how to act too but he said my head was too big.."

I snorted.

"His students are all top stars."

The attention isn't helping Daniel's nervousness at all, it seems.

"Acting? I didn't learn this..."

"Just read it."

"Um okay."

I overhear a certain annoying red-head's conversation.

It's the Class A thugs again.

I thought they were models, didn't know they'd be in the evaluation either.

"That is mischievous of the teacher to give that script."

"Why? What is it?"

"I got that script a while ago but i couldn't do it and failed the lesson." He says, pulling a smirk,"'The Outcast.' The lead in the scenario is bullied terribly."

"For acting you have to become the character. First, you have to relate to the outcast."

"There's no way we could've experienced that. The script is impossible to relate to."

I sigh, leaning my back on a wall.

Daniel starts reading the script and he tears up.

He already wows the acting manager.

I smile, good for him.

"Hey, why are you crying? Huh?"

"Sorry.. it's just that this is so sad. I'm sorry."

He stops crying and he's ready to start.

"Okay.. I'll start."

"Go ahead." Mr. Ahn says.