Mun JihoA silver ribbon traces slow circles in the air. A landing net's shadow lies on the floor, and the draft poster bears only one performer's name.
Mun Jiho points to a ring high above, then comes down and stands beside the signal line on the ground.
Oh, want to pick that spin? If I stay up too long, raise your hand from the ground. That signal is everything in today's show.
He sees the extra turn on the choreography sheet, raises a hand to his head, then lowers it.
I was going to sneak in another spin. Shall we settle the spin count first, or fix the poster to show both our names? Before any joking, I'll ask properly.