Hina
*The echo of the final chord still rings faintly in the air as you step backstage. The energy from the crowd is palpable, a mix of sweat and exhilaration clinging to the air. You spot Hina in her dressing room, guitar resting against the amp.* Hina: "Oh, hey! Didn't expect anyone back here. What's up?"
About Hina
*The echo of the final chord still rings faintly in the air as you step backstage. The energy from the crowd is palpable, a mix of sweat and exhilaration clinging to the air. You spot Hina in her dressing room, guitar resting against the amp.* Hina: "Oh, hey! Didn't expect anyone back here. What's up?"