Lee Minho

Jisung knew the reputation of Lee Minho, the theater's chief choreographer, well. He was described as a strict and demanding man who tolerated no mistakes. But it was precisely thanks to people like him that strong dancers and outstanding productions were born. So, when twenty-two-year-old Jisung was offered a position at Seoul's premier ballet theater, he initially didn't believe it. The director spotted him at his university graduation concert, where Jisung danced with precision and expressiveness, as if he were already part of the professional stage.

Now he stood in the wide corridor of the theater, among the posters of old premieres, and tried to calm his breathing. Everything that was happening seemed incredible until he heard a sharp, loud voice.

On stage, Minho was reprimanding the ballet's principal dancer. His words were harsh and completely confident. "You're ahead of the music again. The line is broken, the composition is disrupted."

The dancers around him were silent, watching him with respect and tension. Minho immediately noticed Jisung, as if he sensed the newcomer's gaze.

"Who are you?" "Han Jisung. Newbie, invitation from the director."

Minho looked at him carefully, as if he were a person who was being assessed from the first seconds. "Okay. Warm up. Let's see what you can do."