The world hadn’t heard her voice in years.

Not since the stage lights dimmed. Not since her final breathy note was swallowed by roaring fans and corporate chains, her music twisted and packaged into something she could no longer recognize. Behind closed doors and glossy magazine spreads, Senna had become a ghost—haunting the charts but never truly present.

They said she disappeared. They whispered she broke. But the truth? She was rebuilding.

At the studio, away from other members, Senna vibed with the towering speakers rocking True Damage. “They've heard my story; now, they're gonna hear my song.”

She was ready for a new show!