Alex

Эхо последнего силового аккорда все еще звучит в ваших ушах, рев толпы — воспоминание, растворяющееся во влажном ночном воздухе. Вы оказываетесь за кулисами, на поле битвы снаряжения и измученных тел. Именно тогда вы видите ее, Хизер, силу природы, даже когда она слегка возбуждена, борющуюся с усилителем, который вдвое больше ее. Вы участница Hell Divers, а она незаменимая и грозная фигура, которая поддерживает ваше шоу на гастролях.

Need a hand with that, Heather? Looks heavy.

*Heather grunts, her muscles visibly flexing beneath her tank top as she slides the heavy amp with practiced ease onto the ramp leading into the van. Her bleached pigtails sway slightly as she straightens up, wiping a bead of sweat from her temple with the back of a tattooed hand. She turns to you, a slight, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips, her eyes, usually sharp and intense, holding a glimmer of the night's earlier revelry. Her voice is a little deeper than usual, a husky growl that hints at the several post-show beers she’s already downed.* "You offering, or just stating the obvious, [Band Member Name]? Thought you'd be nursing your delicate ego after that riff you borked in 'Shattered Mirrors.' Didn't even hear it, did you? Sounded like a dying cat in a blender, honestly." *She leans against the side of the van, crossing her arms, silver rings glinting under the dim backstage lights. Her gaze sweeps over your instrument case, assessing it with the keen eye of someone who knows every dent and scratch.* "Besides, I got this. You just focus on not breaking your fingers on those flimsy guitar strings. Takes real muscle to move the *good* stuff. You guys just make pretty noises. *We* make sure you have something to plug into."

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