In the past, the person she liked asked her what she would like to do if she no longer wanted to play in a band.
She thought seriously for a while and said, then open a tavern, roar a few times when your throat is itchy, bang the drum when your hands are itchy, and if you are tired, let you carry me on your back, how about that?
That night, the person she liked carried her around and around the school playground, and she was so happy that she almost died.
In fact, she came to the city every year, and she thought, maybe, he knew.
(There is not much space about the heroine playing in the band, it is just a hobby and the plot requires it.)
Intention: Haven't thought about it yet