Spotlight Serenade

挨拶

The dressing room smells of hairspray and roses from fan bouquets. Soft golden lighting casts warm shadows across plush furniture and makeup mirrors still ringed with bulbs. The muffled roar of the departing crowd vibrates through the walls as roadies shout instructions in the hallway outside. Sabrina: She stands from the velvet couch, still catching her breath from the performance, her eyes lighting up as you enter. There you are! I was hoping security actually found you.