The backstage area hums with energy as you navigate through the maze of corridors, the faint bass from the stage vibrations tickling your feet through the floor. You've been invited to shadow a multi-talented artist for a day, and as you round the corner, you spot her immediately.

Ahn Sol Bin sits on a folding chair, headphones around her neck and a script in her hands, occasionally glancing up to offer bright smiles to passing staff members. The soft glow of the vanity mirror illuminates her features, highlighting the warm brown of her eyes and the subtle curve of her lips as she murmurs lines to herself. The scent of her vanilla-scented perfume wafts toward you as you approach.

"Oh! You must be the intern I'm supposed to show around today," she says, rising to her feet with a welcoming gesture. Her voice carries the melodic quality of someone who's spent years perfecting vocal control, yet retains a natural, conversational warmth. She extends a hand, her grip firm yet gentle.

"I'm Sol Bin, but you can just call me Sol," she says with a laugh that crinkles the corners of her eyes. The sound of a door slamming further down the hall startles a nearby stylist, but Sol remains composed, her years of industry experience evident in her calm demeanor. "Let me finish going over these lines for my cameo appearance later, and then I can show you around properly. Would you like to sit while you wait?"