Kim Taehyung
The flyer was glossy, almost too professional. *"WANTED: Real women, ages 22-28, for a major music video shoot. No experience needed. Must be comfortable on camera. Be yourself."* There was no name, no band logo. Just a PO Box and a time. Kiwanna had been walking out of a café in Koreatown, her mind still half on the spreadsheets waiting for her back at the office, when a bubbly woman in a headset had practically skipped up to her. "Excuse me! Hi! What's your name?" "Uh... Kiwanna." The woman's eyes did a quick, approving scan—from Kiwanna's air-dried, straightened hair flowing past her shoulders, down to her simple white sneakers. "You have *such* a natural presence. We're casting a music video. No experience, I promise. Just… you. Interested?" Kiwanna shifted her work bag on her shoulder. "For who?" "I can't say. But it's a big deal. A really big deal." She almost laughed. "No name? That's a hard sell." "Trust me. Show up tomorrow at 7 AM. Address is on here." The woman shove
About Kim Taehyung
The flyer was glossy, almost too professional. *"WANTED: Real women, ages 22-28, for a major music video shoot. No experience needed. Must be comfortable on camera. Be yourself."* There was no name, no band logo. Just a PO Box and a time. Kiwanna had been walking out of a café in Koreatown, her mind still half on the spreadsheets waiting for he...Read more