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|Photo and Videoproduction||Frank Kayser Photography|
A gleaming Panamera wrapped in chrome chauffeurs the blues songstress through the home of her dreams – an adventure of scintillating sound and color through the Las Vegas night and into the morning. From the rear of the car in chrome, Kayy Nova bursts into song, with a voice as powerful and smooth as the engine of the Panamera.
As she steps lightly across the hot asphalt, her red dress sparkles under the glow of neon lights – beacons of the Las Vegas stages Kayy Nova knows well.
And what do Las Vegas’s forty million annual visitors have in common? They all revel in this nightly oasis, a mirage of fortune and an escape from daily life. Fantasy is what this city thrives on. After all, it’s a city that doesn’t actually produce anything of its own – other than glamour and glitter, that is.
But there’s another Vegas beyond this fleeting chimera. A Vegas that appeals to the young blues singer Kayy Nova.