Minjae sat quietly in a small practice room. He was alone. The polished floor against his feet felt cold, but he didn't mind it. His focus was elsewhere. It was on the scripts spread out before him.
He was practicing lines on his own after Yura gave him a task.
It was an easy one. He only needs to memorize a few pages of script and turn it into an emotional monologue. He could do that easily, but still, he was doing it seriously.
Today, the script that he got was about teenage romance. It was one of the most sought-after genres in today's time, especially for young adults.
In his past life, he was able to lead a few teenage romances, before he transitioned to a more mature one.
Minjae held the script in his hand. He flipped through its pages with the faint sound of paper shifting, breaking the silence of the practice room.
He took a deep breath and began rehearsing the lines.