On the stage, where the lights dimmed, everything was calm.

When the picture lit up again, unexpectedly, the two girls on the stage this time, including Wu Aya, the heroine of the "unsellable" work, also disappeared.

No, it's not just them who have disappeared, it's everything that includes the entire transit station!

But the audience wasn't too surprised.

This is a very common scene transition in scene dramas, but because they are still immersed in the mood that they can't withdraw from the scene just now, their mood at this time is a little complicated.

The girl, who had always looked calm, even a little tall, and independent, showed that look as if she had lost everything and felt extremely frightened at the end. That expression impressed them.

It's not something that can be performed with acting skills, but a real experience of that feeling that emerges, unpretentious, and the most natural expression.

It is also because of this that it will bring them such a big shock, until this time, the expression that seems to be forced not to cry has been in their minds for a long time.

"Ding-dong-"

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

“……”

There is a scene on the stage that looks like a residential building, and a woman stands outside the door, and after pressing the doorbell, she seems to be nervously holding her hands to her chest, bowing her head and waiting.

"Click-"

The door opened, revealing a somewhat handsome (?) looking handsome (?) Woman.

"Hello."

With a sassy short chestnut hair, small and intellectual round-framed glasses, and a neat and slim OL-like suit, the girl suddenly felt that she was too old-fashioned and ashamed of herself.

"That's, that'...... A teacher introduced me to this ......"

The woman looked at the woman who opened the door with some embarrassment, thinking about her original intention of coming here. The face is even redder.

"Ah, I have a letter of introduction from him......"

"Well, let's talk about it first."

The woman turned to her side and motioned for her to enter the house.

Realizing that this matter was indeed not suitable to stand outside and talk, the woman walked in with her head down.

Sit down at the meeting desk in the room.

"I'm sorry for the trouble."

Take the coffee that someone else brewed. The woman took a slight sip and moistened her lips, which had become dry from nervousness.

The other walked over to her and sat down.

"You should know about our business, right?"

"I know a little bit about ......"

She kept her head down, not knowing what expression to make.

"So, let me explain it briefly."

The other side smiled kindly at her.

"We have several story outlines written by anonymous authors...... That is, the setting of the story and the brief description of the plot. And we're in the business of selling those story outlines. ”

Hearing her say their business so bluntly, the face of the woman who was introduced as a customer turned even redder.

"There are various types of short stories, long stories, etc., and currently our company has about 130 copies. Of course, there are good and bad things in this. We are able to guarantee the completeness and quality of the story outline, and then the price is graded according to the quality of the work. You can also judge the quality of an outline based on the price alone. Of course, this is only our preliminary judgment, and it depends on your strength to determine what kind of work you can write. ”

"As long as you buy it, the copyright of the story can be transferred to you at the same time, and you are free to change it without worrying about any problems with the original author after publication."

"However, we are membership-based. If you would like to use our stories, please fill out the application form first-"

The woman didn't ask anything more. She knew pretty much the specifics before she decided to come here. After all, the little time she had just asked her to repeat it was at best just a few more seconds for herself to mentally prepare.

Taking the application form, she carefully wrote her information.

It wasn't until the last column, when she saw "Career", that her eyes flickered. The tip of the pen paused slightly.

Profession - Cartoonist......

"Thank you for your cooperation."

The woman took the application form and didn't show any strange expression when she saw the occupation column, but it was a matter of course.

In all creative industries, manga artists need a lot of time and energy to devote to the practice of drawing skills rather than the creation of plots. As well as a large number of comics are being drawn.

After spending more than half of their lives on this, there are really too few people who want to create a story that will attract people and sell well.

After all, not everyone is a genius, and not everyone can be a genius who can be a diligent person at that time.

If you want to go down the path you choose, sometimes you have to choose to compromise, which is no choice.

"That'...... Please wait a minute, I'll go get the template. ”

The woman turned and walked into the house.

"Ah...... That ......"

A timid voice suddenly sounded behind him, although it was small, but it seemed to have mustered up the courage of the whole body, with a hint of trembling, and said.

"I ...... I also ...... out of necessity."

The woman's body was trembling slightly, and her tired face with dark circles under her eyes was almost crying.

"Actually...... I wanted to come up with my own story...... But I'm in a bad situation right now...... The idea I came up with with so hard was not adopted, and my mind went blank......"

"The deadline is approaching, and I really don't know how to create a story."

"So, I ......"

Seeing her petite body trying to support herself, her curved back seemed to carry the pressure of the whole world, so that she couldn't lift her head, and the woman standing was a little shaky.

"Don't worry."

She looked up, and the woman standing there still had a smile on her face, not any mockery or anything else.

"We will keep it a secret, and we will definitely not look down on you."

"We know very well that every customer comes here for a reason. Every person who loves creation will not easily give up their own independent creation of this road, but sometimes, they have to choose our path, in the decision of this choice, maybe I can't understand, but please don't think that you are just a person. I also hope that this experience will be helpful for your future creations. ”

“……”

Although she didn't know if it was just a business term or if it was from her heart, the woman still felt that her heart seemed to have a little courage back.

“…… So, please refer to these templates. If you have what you want, sign the contract. ”

This time, she did not doubt or hesitate, and seriously took the several templates handed over by the other party.

In any case, now that she had decided and come here, she could not retreat, not even cowardly.

For the sake of the path she has chosen, she must only look ahead and keep going!

That's the only thing she could be sure of! (To be continued.) )