Hana And Aya Checked — Showstars

“Checked,” she says.

“Microphone pack?” Hana asks.

“Taped at four points.” Hana tilts her head forward to prove it. Aya tugs a single weft—gently, but with purpose. It holds.

“Hair unit secure?” Aya asks, not looking up.

“I’m nervous,” Aya admits.

“In-ears?” Aya touches Hana’s jaw, turning her face left, then right. Both clear plastic molds sit flush.