hey, it’s yuzu. though the ones who’ve been around long enough might still remember me as sunhee. inexperienced, silly little sunhee. you probably know me as who i am now, but, unlike one of my favorite spop albums (stan minji), where you came from is just as important as who you are now. even if you don’t remember. sunhee was just this kid with a tiny site that said, “hi im sunhee and i like to sing.” it was simple, safe, and mine. at least, it felt that way. yuzu is silly too, but in a way that feels… rehearsed. like a smile you’ve practiced until it hurts. sunhee’s songs were weird and messy, written in her own words. yuzu’s songs shine brighter, but they don’t always sound like the girl who’s writing them. you might notice i talk about sunhee and yuzu like they’re strangers i’ve met along the way. maybe because they are. they’re names given to me, costumes i wear when the lights are on. the real me? she’s julia. pronounced the english way. she’s the part i keep locked away, somewhere even i can’t always reach. but here, i’m yuzu. that’s my name on the stage, the one everyone cheers for. and that’s fine. most of the time. > [________]_question.jpg? u b n u k c ? ( hint: yuzu )
