This is the first short film I created from my memoir- one of survival, dreams, and finding strength when you feel like you have none. See more📽️👉https://www.youtube.com/@FreeFallin1989

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CHAPTER 6 — Nine Auditions a Day Tokyo modeling was a machine — and I became one of its gears. People think modeling in Japan is glamorous, but they don’t understand the schedule, the grind, the exhaustion, the running, the subway transfers, the bicycles, the van rides, the heat, the humidity, the snow, the endless outfits stuffed in a bag, the composite cards, the smiles, the “arigato gozaimasu,” the bowing, the waiting rooms, the hallways filled with girls from every country in the world. Nine auditions a day. Every day. And then — seven days of work. That was the rhythm of my life. One day of running around the city for castings… and then a full week of jobs because I booked almost everything I went out for. It wasn’t arrogance — it was reality. I was extremely popular there. The clients loved my look. My energy. My expressions. My reliability. My timing. My professionalism — even at fourteen, fifteen, sixteen. I was the girl they kept calling back. Seven out of nine jobs? Sometimes eight. Sometimes all nine. Tokyo was a city that tried to break most girls — but it built me. I thrived in it. And the wildest part? The last three years I spent in Japan… I didn’t even have to do auditions anymore. I would land in Tokyo, walk into the agency, and within hours the phone was already ringing off the hook with bookings. No castings. No competition. No waiting rooms. No swimsuit-in-a-lobby moments. I would just roll into town, work nonstop, and roll right back out. That’s how strong my name was. That’s how wanted I was. That’s how much Japan loved Kuri-chan. But before I got to that level, before I became the girl who didn’t need castings anymore… there was one audition — one casting among the nine-a-day madness — that changed everything. The Okinawa job.

This is my first book cover for the memoir I’m writing here in Memoir S-K-O-O-L 📖✨ I’m sharing it as part of the creative process, so I’d really love your thoughts. What do you like about it? Is there anything you’d do differently or want to see explored visually? Reading a memoir while it’s being written is a rare thing — your perspective becomes part of the atmosphere around the story, and I’m grateful to be creating it in conversation with you. @Annie John

👉📽️https://www.youtube.com/@FreeFallin1989 Working on it! It just came up out of nowhere! I should make my own QR CODE @Nick Nebelsky