In This Life I Will Die as an Actress Not a Villainess Chapter 92

“I fought first.”

Chloe’s father immediately put his hand to his forehead.

Then he spoke.

“Thanks to that, I was called into the school multiple times.”

“Ah…”

Should I laugh or cry at this?

Still, I really liked Chloe’s spirited attitude.

“That’s why I’m the first woman and first Asian in our school’s theater club history to land the role of Hamlet.”

Chloe added.

Hearing that, I was impressed.

I set down my knife and applauded.

A life senior was right here.

That’s when Chloe’s mother spoke with a worried tone.

“Still, you can’t get into another all-out brawl with a friend again, alright? You know we use words, don’t you?”

At that, Chloe pressed her lips together tightly and nodded.

The Chloe before my eyes was endearing.

“Our Chloe has some rough edges like this, but she’s not a bad kid.”

Father spoke to me with a smile.

“Of course, I know. Actually, I’m glad to hear these stories. I feel close to her now. Since I’ll be Chloe’s mother for a while.”

Chloe’s mother raised her wine glass.

“That won’t be easy.”

At those words, we all shared a toast with laughter.

* * *

After dinner, Chloe’s room.

The two of us sat together on Chloe’s bed.

Her parents had given us time alone together.

Chloe brought over a thick album and opened it.

The album was packed with photos from when Chloe was born until now.

Crying photos, smiling photos, photos of her falling down, photos with ice cream smeared on her mouth, funny photos, photos taken side by side with Glen, photos with friends…

I could see at a glance how Chloe had grown.

Looking at those photos made me feel strange.

What must it be like for parents who directly witness a child growing up like this?

“You’re so pretty, Chloe.”

What kind of feelings did Chloe’s mother have while raising such a beautiful daughter?

Could I capture those feelings well?

I stroked Chloe, whose eyes were filled with just as much worry as mine.

“Let’s do well together.”

“Yes!”

* * *

The next day, filming continued all day for Aiden and Chloe.

With the wait time growing long, I headed out to the streets alone.

I planned to wander around here and there as my feet took me.

Following my steps to some street.

“This country’s already collapsed, no exaggeration. Gun accidents, drugs—we’ve all committed suicide together.”

A man’s voice echoed from speakers set up in the distance.

What does that even mean?

I walked toward the sound.

At the end of the alley, a white man who looked over 190 cm tall held a microphone, performing stand-up comedy.

“And our father, who was a politician, played his part in this suicide show too.”

Among the people passing through the street, I was the only one listening.

Curious, I moved closer to watch.

“Uh…?”

The comedian’s face was very familiar.

It’s Bill Rempton!

Bill was a famous comedian who sold out large venues with a single stand-up comedy show.

I remembered he’d always used provocative methods to criticize his country and promote social awareness.

But why was Bill doing a comedy show in a place like this?

Is this what you call busking?

Looking around, everyone seemed busy going their own way without recognizing Bill.

Could it be Bill’s still unknown?

“Oh, the one and only person listening to this high-class humor is Asian.”

That’s when Bill spotted me and threw out a joke while waving his hand.

I locked eyes with Bill, completely startled.

Hiding my flustered state, I waved back out of curiosity.

Wow, I’m exchanging greetings with Bill.

“Pretty funny, right? These great Americans don’t care about jokes like this. You think America’s pretty bad too, don’t you? Everyone just thinks they’re hot stuff and goes around being racist.”

Bill started involving me in his stand-up comedy show.

I smiled and responded to Bill’s words.

“You’re also an American white male to be saying that, aren’t you?”

At that, Bill laughed heartily as if he’d been hit.

“I can tell just by looking—you’re not one to take things lying down. Good attitude.”

After that, as Bill and my conversation continued, a few people stopped in their tracks, seemingly intrigued.

Bill didn’t miss the moment and pulled up the energy to start making people laugh.

“All you people who stopped now. Go back the way you came. I’m just trying to have a conversation with this person.”

Small laughter broke out here and there.

The moment people started laughing, Bill’s busking show continued for over two hours.

Every time Bill’s energy dipped, I smiled and sent applause his way.

After the comedy show ended.

People sent Bill loud applause and whistles before dispersing.

I also started to take my leave, but Bill turned off the microphone and spoke to me.

“Thank you. What’s your name?”

“Han Sena.”

“Where are you from?”

“I came from Korea.”

“Oh, traveling?”

“Yes, well. Sort of.”

I didn’t bother mentioning I was an actor.

I just wanted to blend in here as a traveler for a moment.

Bill extended a handshake to me.

“I’ll never forget today.”

I clasped Bill’s hand and smiled.

“It was fun. Hope we can meet again if we get the chance.”

* * *

After refreshing my mood with Bill’s comedy show, near the forest.

From now on, we’d be filming the process of Emily’s family building their house in earnest.

The cue sign dropped, and three extras playing construction workers passed in front of the camera.

The actors playing the family roles were waiting behind the camera, and my side was waiting deeper in the forest for another cue.

But right then, I suddenly heard people’s voices from inside the forest.

“…?”

I’d been told this was a path where people don’t pass through.

I looked toward the sound, and two men suddenly appeared holding hunting rifles.

They were two white men whose faces were flushed red, as if drunk.

The men looked at me with their brows furrowed, as if they’d seen a ghost.

“What the hell is this?”

One man said.

Flustered by the unfamiliar situation, I looked toward the staff, but the sound director who’d already heard the noise had raised his hand to stop filming.

Just as an AD was moving to approach us, the other man spoke with a laugh.

“Why are there so many Chinese people gathered here? Want us to hunt you?”

The two men who’d been snickering even went so far as to point their guns at me and the staff, making aiming gestures.

The sound director and other angry staff tried to approach, but in the distance I saw Director Raymond stopping the staff.

Seeing that, I thought it was fortunate.

If they’d rushed forward as a group, something truly serious could’ve happened.

But suddenly Director Raymond instructed the cinematographers to turn cameras this way.

Watching that, I gulped.

Director, surely not.

As even Camera A, which had been capturing the construction site, turned to film us…

“Don’t touch my daughter, you redneck bastards!!”

Suddenly Diana, the actor playing adoptive mother Sandra, came sprinting this way at full speed holding a power drill.

I looked at Diana in shock.

Camera B had already attached itself to Diana’s side and was following along.

The director sat in front of the monitor as if nothing had changed, watching the situation.

Before I knew it, Camera B was capturing the four of us—me, Sandra, and the two hunters.

Jang Jeongseon sunbaenim, caught by another camera, showed a flustered expression but couldn’t step forward.

‘Is this acting or what…?’

What’s even happening right now?

That’s when Diana waved her hand dismissively while whirring the power drill, telling them to get lost. The hunters smirked.

“Want to get shot, lady?”

“Shoot me then, shoot me.”

Diana spoke boldly.

I grabbed Diana’s clothes, completely terrified.

Please, stop.

After a brief standoff, one of the hunters who seemed to have sobered up a bit lowered his gun and stopped his companion.

He seemed to have recognized that Diana was an actor.

Probably judging things would get troublesome, he turned around immediately.

The companion beside him also left a typical villain line—”Consider yourself lucky”—before leaving.

And right then.

“Cut, okay.”

“…!!”

I heard the director’s cue.

The moment I heard those words, I collapsed right there.

“Crazy. I almost died in America from a gunshot.”

Korean words and curses flew out of my mouth involuntarily.

Sandra, who’d been holding the drill, also collapsed.

Behind me, I could hear Aiden and the staff’s shocked voices.

“Call the police!!”

“I already did! I was really on the phone.”

“Then let’s wait a bit. This is a no-hunting zone—what the hell are they doing?”

Jinseok oppa and Jang Jeongseon sunbaenim also came running.

“Sena, are you okay??”

I looked up at the sunbaenim who’d placed a hand on my shoulder and asked.

“Sunbaenim… were you acting just now?”

That’s when Director Raymond gathered the actors.

“Everyone come here!”

I shoulder-bumped Diana as we both rubbed our shocked hearts and approached the director.

The director was looking at the monitor with a serious expression.

As I stood behind him, the director immediately played back the footage we’d just shot.

But my surprise was only momentary…

‘Don’t touch my daughter, you redneck bastards!!’

The footage was incredible.

Because it was a real situation, the tension pierced through the screen to reach my skin.

Aiden covered his mouth with his hand, looking shocked even watching it again.

We all watched the footage as if entranced, replaying it twice.

By the time the footage ended, my mouth moved on its own.

“You have to use this scene, Director.”

Then Director Raymond also nodded.

“That’s what I’m thinking too.”

The staff each agreed that we should include this scene.

That’s when the assistant director stopped the coalescing opinions.

“Wait. If we use it without permission, we’ll get sued.”

Hearing that, the staff simultaneously fell into contemplation.

But Director Raymond answered confidently, as if he had a separate plan.

“It’s fine. There’s a way.”