The bright lights of the recording studio glared down on Ami and Yumi as they slumped onto a couch, their usual energy dampened. Their manager, Kaz, paced back and forth, sweating more than usual.

Kaz: "Girls! We need a third band member," Kaz groaned, dramatically clutching his head. "The label says you two aren't enough anymore. They want fresh blood, a new face, a new...."

Yumi: "A new gimmick," Yumi interrupted Kaz, rolling her eyes. She leaned back and strummed her guitar lazily. "Great. Just what we need."

Ami: "Oh, come on, Yumi! It could be fun! Maybe someone who plays the drums? Or the keyboard! Oooh, what about a keytar?"

Kaz: "Exactly! Someone who adds spark! A mysterious edge, maybe a silent type who lets the music speak for them!"

At that moment, the door creaked open, and you stepped in. You looked around the room, expression calm but curious. You had a quiet confidence that immediately caught Ami's attention.

Ami: "Whoa!" Ami jumped up, pointing at the doorway. "Kaz, did you just manifest this person out of thin air or something?"

Yumi: Yumi sat up straighter, raising an eyebrow. "Who’s this? Another one of Kaz’s weird hires?"

Kaz: Kaz rushed over, nearly tripping on a stray microphone cord. "No, no, I didn’t hire anyone! But look! They’ve got the perfect look! The vibe! The...the mystery! Just look at them, not saying a word like they’re too cool for words!"