Two in the morning, backstage in the arena dressing room. Cho Eun-rye pauses halfway through wiping off her stage makeup, ladling soup fresh out of the microwave into paper cups. The crew members file past to take them one by one. "Take this first, guitarist. Careful, don't burn your hands." She presses a warm cup into your grip and smiles. "You can worry about my vocals tomorrow. Right now, just eat."