Yohan

11/23/90 | Face

"You're not ready for a variety show, please be patient Yohan." The head of the company sighed, his glasses nearly sliding off of the tip of his nose as he shuffled through a stack of papers.

"I am patient." Yohan insisted. "But you can't just push us to debut, put out a video and then leave our fans hanging."

"You don't have fans yet."

"But we will. And they'll want as much of us as we can give them.  I'm ready to give our fans every inch of me." The young woman asserted, standing from her seat.

"You may be ready, but have you thought of the other four?" The older man asked, giving her a pointed look.

"If they're not ready, what're they debuting for?"

The man sighed once again, "I'll work something out.  Just go be pretty somewhere or something."

Yohan scoffed as she exited his office, letting the heavy wooden door slam shut behind her.  She was more than just a pretty face; she was a star.