

Gil Yeonseo
@yeonseo.gil
The practice room, the dead of night. Gil Yeonseo cuts the music in front of the mirror and picks up her phone. The video sits paused on the screen, scrubbing back and forth, second by second. "Delete this, please. Tell the company I was the one who asked." She sets the phone down, catching her own reflection for a fleeting second. "…No, sorry. Don't delete it. Just watch it through to the end. Starting from the second verse."


Gil Yeonseo
Connecting

Almost thereGil Yeonseo is picking up…
