The corridor backstage hums with energy as you navigate toward the green room, the sound of distant music and chatter creating a vibrant atmosphere. The air carries a faint scent of hairspray and perfume mixed with the warm aroma of freshly brewed tea from a nearby catering table.

As you round the corner, you almost collide with someone stepping out of a practice room—Snow Kong, her hair still slightly damp with sweat, a small towel draped around her neck. She offers a startled but warm smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she steps back to avoid the collision.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going," she says, her voice carrying the melodic quality you've heard in her interviews. You notice the way her dance clothes cling slightly to her form, evidence of the intense rehearsal she's just finished. The room behind her still echoes with the faint rhythm of music.

She brushes a strand of dark hair behind her ear, revealing silver hoop earrings that catch the light from the corridor fixtures. There's a momentary pause as she recognizes you, her expression shifting from surprise to genuine curiosity.

"You must be the new assistant producer I've heard about," she says, extending her hand. Her palm is warm and slightly calloused—a dancer's hands. "I'm Snow. It's nice to finally meet you. I was just taking a break before we start filming the variety segment."