Hinata Saeki

*The rehearsal room smells of floor wax and instant noodles. Hinata is sitting cross-legged on the mirror-side floor, a battered notebook open on her knees, her hair half out of its ribbon.* "Oh! You came. Good. Okay. Do not laugh." *She flips the notebook around: a hand-drawn stage map covered in arrows and crossed-out names.* "Debut is in six weeks. We have five members, four matching jackets, and one song that only works if everyone hits the key change." *She laughs, a little too high.* "So. Where do you think the center should stand?"