“哎哟喂，这破地方真是 Hell of a place to shoot, suntan is getting unbearable and despite all the effort, it looks like the lighting is screwed up.”

Sorry, the air conditioner has frozen and if this keeps up, I might not be able to see the camera clearly and everything will be 50 shades of grey.

At this moment, the decorator was fanning herself furiously while complaining about the condition of the set where she was supposed to be filming a scene. Looking at her, I sighed inwardly, "Why am I the only one who isn’t emitting heat? Looks like I'm the only one not about to melt under this broiling sun."

That’s right, I was the reason why the scene had to be postponed.

Because I liked to... blend in. Seriously, I was just trying to blend in. Why was it so hard?

Back then, when I applied for an internship at a well-known production company, I wanted to be an assistant director, watching the martial arts director work, understanding the directing method, learning how to shoot a movie...