In This Life I Will Die as an Actress Not a Villainess Chapter 154

The filming location atmosphere had just relaxed when the director frowned while looking at the viewfinder screen.

I was getting a bit flustered seeing the director’s serious face when—

“Cut, cut! NG!”

The director shouted in an angry voice.

I looked at the director, confused.

“What went wrong?”

I looked at the director nervously, but his gaze was fixed elsewhere.

It was Roddy, scratching the back of his head with an embarrassed expression.

“…?”

The director spoke to Roddy as if asking, ‘Are you really going to be like this?’

“Your acting is way too awkward!”

“I’m sorry.”

Whether he was a pop star or not, the director was the type to yell first if the acting wasn’t working.

Since Roddy had been standing behind me acting alone, I hadn’t been able to see his performance.

“Let’s go again. Ready, action!”

I rode the wire again and floated up into the air.

Gliding gracefully through the air, but then again—

“NG!”

Another NG.

Roddy looked at me with a completely frozen ‘What do I do?’ expression.

Watching him like that, I couldn’t help but laugh.

He’d said he was even getting acting tutoring for the music video, but it seemed he couldn’t adapt because the set environment was different from what he’d expected.

“Sena, this is tough, right? I’m sorry! And you’re on wires too.”

Roddy apologized to me.

The director also watched Roddy and burst out laughing like he couldn’t take it anymore.

“This won’t work. We’ll have to film separately and insert it. Roddy, go over there. We’ll film Sena first.”

In the end, Roddy ended up crammed into a corner.

“Ready, action!”

I floated up into the air again.

* * *

The next day.

Some dockside under the bright sun.

Roddy, who’d collapsed yesterday after four hours of additional filming, finally crawled over.

At least yesterday’s music video had relatively little filming because there was so much CG work involved, but today I was already mountain-high with worry.

Today’s filming was for a different track’s music video—we had to film a couple who’d just fallen in love.

The content’s main point was the nerdy guy hovering around me trying to capture my heart.

Plus, this track was one of the title songs.

I giggled watching Roddy, who’d already lost all fighting spirit.

“Is it too late to find another actor now?”

Roddy said blankly.

The staff members passing by flinched.

Their faces looked terrified that he might actually do it.

I patted Roddy’s shoulder.

“It’s okay. Today you just need to show yourself as you are. Try not to be conscious of the camera.”

“How do I do that?”

Roddy already seemed to be in a panic.

I fell into thought for a moment.

“Roddy, don’t look at the camera—just look at me.”

“Huh?”

“Just look at me and follow. That’s the content too. Could a guy in love with someone spare a glance elsewhere?”

Roddy nodded quietly.

“If you feel like you’re losing focus, just look at my face! Think about trying to win me over. Starting now.”

A little while later—

“Ready, action!”

Roddy started following me with a determined expression as I walked alone.

Then the director watching the monitor jumped to his feet.

“Cut, cut! You look like a stalker!”

The filming location turned into a sea of laughter again.

I couldn’t hold back and laughed too.

Staff members close to Roddy jeered at him.

“Roddy! Have you actually ever dated?”

“How the hell did you pick up girls?”

This won’t work.

I quickly approached Roddy, grabbed his hand firmly, and led him toward the director.

Roddy followed with a flustered, stammering expression.

“Director, how about we film the scene where the two of us have fallen in love first? I think it’ll be better if we film together.”

“Sure, Sena. Please give him some support.”

The director seemed to be thinking the same thing and immediately switched cuts.

I took Roddy’s hand again and stood in front of the camera.

While the staff rushed to prepare the different cut, I held Roddy’s hand and silently looked straight at him.

Roddy rolled his eyes with a flustered expression.

“Look at me properly, you nerd.”

Who would’ve thought I’d ever say something like this to a world pop star?

Then Rodriguez nodded and looked quietly into my eyes.

Roddy’s trembling gaze settled calmly.

After a short time passed—

“Again, action!”

I started walking in front of the camera holding hands with Roddy.

But beside me, Roddy walked awkwardly like a toy soldier.

Like someone who’d forgotten how they used to walk.

Watching that, I couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing.

Roddy also burst into laughter seeing me laugh.

But in the meantime, maybe his tension eased a bit because Roddy gripped my hand tightly and swung our joined hands back and forth as he walked.

I naturally moved close to Roddy and leaned my head against his shoulder.

Walking while smelling the ocean somehow made me feel good.

Like we were having a fun walk instead of filming.

“Cut! Okay!”

Right then, the director gave the okay sign in one take from behind.

I turned around, startled, and the director shrugged his shoulders.

“Roddy’s awkward walking actually suits the character better. The way it gradually becomes more natural is good too. Let’s keep going with this mood.”

Hearing that, Roddy looked relieved as he stroked his chest.

“Wow, Sena, it seems okay because I’m with you. Thank goodness.”

* * *

“Ready, action!”

Right after filming the couple scene, Roddy’s acting gained momentum.

Following me as I walked along the docks, Roddy started doing all kinds of things.

Suddenly propping one foot up somewhere and playing guitar while singing, making a whole show of falling into the ocean water by himself, even juggling.

The staff all laughed watching that comedy show.

The most spectacular scene was Roddy’s ice cream show.

In the music video content, there was a scene where Roddy ran from far away holding ice cream for me as I slowly started opening my heart.

But Roddy, who’d been running over with a bright childlike smile, tripped over his own feet and tumbled down.

“Uh, ugh!”

Roddy face-planted on the ground in truly the most ridiculous position in the world.

I rushed over to Roddy, startled, when Roddy sprang up completely covered in ice cream—face and body.

Then he scratched the back of his head with his face bright red.

I stared blankly at Roddy like that before looking at the director.

But even then, contrary to expectations—

“Cut! Totally okay! Let’s use this.”

The director stood up roaring with laughter.

The staff also approached Roddy, clutching their stomachs laughing.

Only Roddy and I weren’t laughing.

“Ro, Roddy, are you okay?”

I asked, looking at Roddy’s scraped arm.

Roddy nodded with a blank expression.

“My music video will be okay, right?”

“Mm… Yeah.”

Probably…

* * *

Two days later.

After finishing filming the title track music video, Roddy—whose mental state had barely recovered—invited me to a party.

He said it was a boat party on a yacht thrown by Maisy, another pop star friend of Roddy’s.

Roddy pleaded desperately for me to come, saying he wanted to brag about what an amazing actress was appearing in his music video, even gifting me a designer casual dress and clutch.

Seriously, every single day since meeting Rodriguez had been packed tight with unexpected events.

There were a lot of bewildering moments, but how to put it—it felt like receiving small gifts, like bonus episodes in daily life.

I smiled looking at the dress.

He can’t even dress himself well.

And I thought: I should definitely tell Rodriguez thank you later.

But when Minyeong unnie heard I was going to a party, she suddenly freaked out.

-You, girl, be careful!

“Huh?”

-That singer Maisy is a regular at drug treatment centers.

“What?”

-And don’t drink alcohol carelessly!

“Whoa, okay.”

Only then did I suddenly realize this was America.

This was a place where all kinds of things could happen that would be unimaginable in Korea.

As I put on the dress, I felt an inexplicable tension spreading through my body.

* * *

When I arrived at the dock, Roddy was there waiting.

Roddy immediately introduced me to Maisy.

“So this is your muse!”

Maisy, floating strangely, spread both arms wide toward me.

Hiding my bewildered expression, I hugged Maisy in greeting.

Maisy greeted me with kissing sounds near both my cheeks.

Contrary to my worries, the boat party stayed within expected boundaries.

Though the yacht’s size and luxurious atmosphere exceeded my expectations.

I felt giddy inside looking at the people who’d attended the party.

From famous rockers I’d only seen on the internet before to country singers and electronic DJs.

There were even singers whose songs I’d listened to often.

To think a day would come when I’d hang out with people like these.

The yacht cut through the middle of the ocean.

While the sun set, people swayed to the DJ’s music, ate steak, drank, and freely chatted.

When the DJ’s music stopped, several singers played guitar and sang.

They even sang each other’s songs, completely immersed in the atmosphere.

Wow, front row live concert seats for these people.

Feeling enchanted, I quickly melted into the party atmosphere too.

When the mood had ripened considerably, Roddy’s turn came and he stood up and grabbed a guitar.

Then he played Maisy’s signature song while improvising ridiculous lyrics.

Thanks for inviting me to the party

Your yacht is great, Maisy

Now quit the drugs and be reborn

Maisy burst out laughing and shouted, “I’m going to be reborn!”

People applauded.

And everyone pay attention

I’ll introduce the friend I made!

My muse who flew from Korea

Superstar angel Han Sena!

Hearing those lyrics, I cringed.

Everyone burst into laughter looking at me.

“Sena, the dress is really pretty!”

“Your vibe is so unique. Beautiful.”

That’s when Maisy’s girlfriend approached and sat beside me.

Maisy’s girlfriend Evelyn was a famous designer.

“Sena, you’re so stylish.”

“Thanks. Roddy gave me an extravagant gift.”

“No. Actually, Roddy gave you a dress that doesn’t suit you.”

“Huh?”

“Sena has beautiful shoulder lines, so something open on top would suit you well.”

“Ah.”

It was something I’d often heard from designers during dress fittings.

Her eye was sharp, as expected.

But Evelyn’s compliments seemed to get excessive as more alcohol went in.

“Really, if there were just two or three more models like you, my clothes would show their true value.”

Roddy, who’d been discussing new songs with friends, approached and smoothly inserted himself.

“Sena’s signed with Le Mesh! Don’t covet her too much.”

But Evelyn didn’t care at all.

“Want to try on my clothes, Sena?”

“Ah…”

“My show is coveted by global stars and models alike. What do you think?”