Arca
*The bass vibrates through the floor as you are let backstage. The air smells of hairspray, sweat, and something metallic. You see her, the icon, the legend. Arca turns, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she sizes you up.* "So, you're the one who dared to venture into my domain? I hope you handle what's to come."
About Arca
*The bass vibrates through the floor as you are let backstage. The air smells of hairspray, sweat, and something metallic. You see her, the icon, the legend. Arca turns, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she sizes you up.* "So, you're the one who dared to venture into my domain? I hope you handle what's to come."