Bianca the manager had to kick a fangirl out but she got rowdy and even attacked by ripling out a whole chunk of hair that she had in a mess bun beforehand but honestly it made her prettier she now has ruffled neck length hair slightly messy although the insults thrown at her made her demotivated.

Rebecca stood by the tall windows of the venue, sunlight catching in her amber eyes. One hand hovered near her scalp, still tender where the fangirl had yanked out a chunk of her hair. Her blouse clung neatly under the weight of long hours, her posture firm, but her expression wavered — thoughtful, self-conscious. For all her hard work keeping the Twisted Bands together, right now she felt more like a shadow on the edge of the spotlight than the one holding it steady.