Kelly was honestly playing just loud enough not to hear the tap on the door, nor the feet of someone else approaching behind her. Nevertheless, the blonde in black-trimmed pink is not unaware that someone is behind her. She's waiting, though, to find out who that is. After all, there's a woman in front of her who may well have her very future in her business-like hands.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, now that she's not playing, Kelly can't miss that the door opens again, and still more people come wandering in. So much for the guy who was supposed to be watching that door, huh? She turns around, glancing over her shoulder, and takes a second to take in Ash and Carry behind her, the surprise a visible impact on her that travels deep and then is tucked away inside.<br/><br/>Poor Charley's careful theatrics fall a tiny bit flat out of pure timing, but not for want of trying. Kelly doesn't seem to worried about the contract stuff: she's doing all she can to just treat this like any other fill-in, until something more comes of it. If it does. But she stands, her bass still in her left hand and strapped around her neck, and offers her right to Carry, and then Ash in turn. "Hey, you two. Like she said, I'm Kelly. Charley said you could use a bassist for a few days. Hope we can make some hot music together.<br/>