And there are snakes like me who try hard but aren't very good.
Obern tasted despair several times while teaching me acting.
Nevertheless, he didn't give up on teaching.
'What is acting? It's about pushing forward.'
'Saat...?'
'If you lose that flow, that rhythm, it's over right there.'
'Sat.'
'I'm only interested in how Mr. Snake pushes forward. Look, your pulse is completely tangled.'
Obern said while pressing his finger on my back.
Is that so, it's tangled?
'Acting is momentum. Momentum.'
I took those words as golden rule.
Just because I fell forward doesn't mean I can stop acting.
So I rolled once, and from that position gave a deep bow.
It's fine.
This much was fine, right?
"Ah, a forward roll!"
If only someone hadn't muttered that from behind.
"Don't worry."
'What?'
"Rolling once while giving a bow is a time-honored imperial traditional etiquette."
