“Emotion?” Hana whispers.
“In-ears?” Aya touches Hana’s jaw, turning her face left, then right. Both clear plastic molds sit flush.
Green Room, National Dome Arena. 7:58 PM. Showstars Hana And Aya Checked
Hana grabs Aya’s hand. “One more thing,” she says, smiling. “Smiles?”
The Final Check
“I’m nervous,” Aya admits.
They walk toward the stage. The earthquake gets louder. And when the lights blind them both, they don’t stumble. Because they checked. “Emotion
“Check.”
“Microphone pack?” Hana asks.