Before I started my modeling career at 20, I used to replay
Before I started my modeling career at 20, I used to replay fashion show videos on-line and study how famous models walk and pose on runways.
Host: The soft glow of a streetlamp filtered through the blinds, casting a delicate pattern of light on the floor. The room was quiet, save for the low hum of the city outside. Jack sat on the edge of the couch, his feet resting on the coffee table, eyes lazily following the flicker of his phone screen. Jeeny stood by the window, looking out at the night, the cool air brushing against her skin as she stared into the distance, her thoughts far away.
Jeeny: “Kim Woo-bin once said, ‘Before I started my modeling career at 20, I used to replay fashion show videos online and study how famous models walk and pose on runways.’”
Jack: His eyebrow raised slightly, a hint of amusement crossing his features. “So, what? You think it’s all about studying how to walk and pose? That’s what makes someone a model?”
Jeeny: She turned, her gaze soft but focused. “It’s about more than just that, Jack. It’s about discipline—about the dedication it takes to understand the craft. Kim Woo-bin didn’t just happen into being a successful model. He studied, he practiced, he perfected his movements. It’s the same with any field—success isn’t just given. You have to put in the work.”
Jack: He let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “You make it sound like becoming a model is the same as becoming a master of an art form. Fashion is just about looking good. How hard can it really be?”
Jeeny: She stepped closer, her expression serious. “It’s about presence, Jack. A model doesn’t just wear clothes—they become the clothes. They bring them to life. And that takes more than just good looks. It takes precision—in the way you walk, the way you hold yourself, the way you communicate confidence without saying a word.”
Jack: His lips curled in a slight smile, but there was a challenge in his voice. “Fine, but does all that study really make a difference in the end? Isn’t it all just about timing, about being in the right place at the right time? No amount of studying will get you a runway gig if you’re not discovered.”
Jeeny: Her voice was soft, but there was a firmness to her words. “It’s true that timing plays a part, but preparation makes that moment count. You can’t just wait for things to fall into your lap. Success is about being ready for when the opportunity comes. Kim Woo-bin didn’t just get discovered. He was prepared, and when his moment came, he was ready to take it.”
Jack: He looked at her, a spark of curiosity in his eyes now. “You really believe that? That it’s all about preparation? What about luck? What about the people you know?”
Jeeny: She nodded, her gaze steady. “Luck can play a role, but luck favors the prepared. You can’t control everything, but you can control how ready you are when the opportunity knocks. It’s the difference between dreaming and doing.”
Host: The soft whistle of wind outside echoed in the room, carrying with it a strange stillness. Jack leaned back, his thoughts turning inward as he processed her words. The hum of the city continued in the background, but in that moment, it seemed as though everything had slowed.
Jack: “So you’re saying that the real work isn’t just about looking good—it’s about the effort you put into every step, every movement, every detail?”
Jeeny: She smiled, her eyes filled with a quiet confidence. “Exactly. It’s about more than just what you see on the surface. It’s about the commitment behind it. Every walk, every pose, every moment on that runway has been earned.”
Jack: He sat up straighter, his expression softening. “I get it now. It’s not just about showing up—it’s about the preparation that goes into making every moment count.”
Jeeny: “Exactly. It’s not enough to just have the right look. It’s about understanding the art of it, the dedication that turns something simple into something exceptional.”
Host: The light from the window grew dimmer as the night deepened, the conversation now shifting into a comfortable quiet. Jack and Jeeny sat together, the weight of their words lingering in the air, as though they had both come to understand something more about the craft behind the moment.
The End.
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