Trisha reached behind her, and lifted the pack by a strap at the top one handed. Although she now had the appearance of a buxom human girl, she clearly had at least some of her monstrous strength. She was almost 5'10, appeared to be in her mid 20's, and retained an impression of prowling as she strode in. As she came inside, you could see she still had her striped tail, which twitched slightly as she looked back and forth around Chris's main room.<br/><br/>"Not very big..." Her eyes lighted on the pink haired girl and lighted up. "But I like the decor... unless you've laid on catering... Nah, I guess not. Another audition member?"<br/><br/>She put down the kit bag in a clear space and said to the pink haired one, "Don't worry, kiddo, it's just old habits dying hard. I'm laying off humans anyway, too much saturated fat, and a girl's gotta watch her figure, y'know?"<br/><br/>She started unzipping covers and setting up. Her trap was a Tama Imperialstar in black, with a custom cover on the bass, a Victory class Imperial Star Destroyer heading straight out of a nebula, turbolasers blasting towards the viewer. The bass itself was 22 inch by 18, with a 12 and 13 inch set of toms, a 16 inch floor tom, and a 14 inch snare, a classic rock set-up. She also had a 14 inch hi-hat, and an 18 inch crash cymbal to stage right and left respectively.<br/><br/>She seated her self, took up her sticks, and started up a regular 'four to the floor' beat. Then she started jamming round the bass, adding in rolls and tymphanni, and finishing off with a 30 seconds freestyle cascade that finished on a clashing cymbal that she let fade out. She grinned, "Any requests? If they played it in the last 80 years, I can make it, take it or fake it."<br/><br/>OOC: I know nothing about drums, but my character does. Any errors I make are therefore mine, not hers.