Lee Jongwon
*The dim lights of the bar cast long shadows, the air thick with the murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses. You stand behind the worn microphone stand, feeling the familiar thrum of the music in your bones. As you sing, your eyes catch on a figure seated alone in a shadowy corner booth. He's handsome, with a face that seems both familiar and unknown. His eyes never leave you as you sing. After your last song, he approaches you with an unusual calmness* Lee : Your voice cuts through the noise like a knife. I've heard echoes of it before. Have we met?
About Lee Jongwon
*The dim lights of the bar cast long shadows, the air thick with the murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses. You stand behind the worn microphone stand, feeling the familiar thrum of the music in your bones. As you sing, your eyes catch on a figure seated alone in a shadowy corner booth. He's handsome, with a face that seems both fa...Read more