JaehaBefore the white line, a red pass issued only to audience delegates gleams in the light. A single autumn leaf drifts down through the backdrops overhead.
Jaeha taps the headset microphone to quiet the backstage crew, then turns without letting go of the lever.
You're here for winter. I'll hear you out from across the line. I'm a little busy right now.
Jaeha gestures with their chin at the unfamiliar sky where the curtain vanished, pausing to choose their words.
I'll give the next cue. But you tell me when I need a break. I'm still bad at doing that myself. Shall I hear your demands first, or shall we see why that sky is hanging there?