The Umbrella

The naked lightbulb in the centre of the room flickered into life, throwing an orange glow over the plain plaster walls and the concrete floor. In the middle of the room was a small white canvas on a battered wooden easel, a thin layer of dust covering the blank surface.

Footsteps echoed through a backstage corridor of the Seoul Memorial Park stadium, the sounds bouncing off the polished floor and trans-steel window, swelling and folding back on themselves to match the hall's contours.