I grew up in a bubble. I didn’t get out much. In high school especially, I was the kind of kid that just wanted to play Call of Duty online with my friends more than the kid who went to football games and took part in extracurricular activities. But before that, I spent my childhood in the woods. Summers were spent next to Lake Cumberland in Somerset, right on the border of Nancy, with frequent trips in the fall to Haney’s Appledale Farm and Bear Wallow Farm. I played with neighborhood friends in abandoned trailer parks with double wides toppled over hills. Froze my feet off in treestands hunting in Campbellsville with my Grandad. Sat on a dead log housing a seed tick nest while chasing squirrels. Had front yard reunions with my Mom’s mom’s side of the family in Flemingsburg, and the Daulton family Christmas in my Aunt’s garage.

This story begins in Los Angeles at Paramount Recording Studios. “It’s not quite right,” I explain to my co-writers. “It needs more authenticity to it. I want people to hear this opening line and feel like they’re actually in the car with me, traveling from Kentucky to Los Angeles.” I’ve been awaiting this moment for a few weeks now, the day that we finally started working on a new album - and genre - that honors my experience as a Korean American from Kentucky: K-BELLE, a blend of my Korean and Southern Belle identities.