Carry sniggered softly. It wasn't really funny, she knew, but this just happened to be the same office she'd gone to with Kim, earlier.<br/><br/>As soon as the door was shut, she came straight to the point. "No one's going to believe you... You can shout it to the world and they'll treat you the way they treat everyone who makes claims like that. Crazy lady wanting to horn in on the lime-light!"<br/><br/>She grinned. "On the other hand..." She pulled her wallet out of her pocket and pulled out two hundred dollar bills. "That's for the paper and the ink... If we get a hit with your song, I'll pay you a decent amount. If it flops, you loose nothing because<em>I</em>wrote it, so I take the blame!"<br/><br/>She shrugged. "Can you imagine what would have happened to you if you'd taken that song to Charley? She'd have laughed you out of your job. Even if she did give it a chance, if it flopped, you'd never work in the business again! This way, I take all the risks, I get the glory, you get to keep your job and get a nice little earner too."<br/><br/>Carry smiled sweetly at Marie. "It's pretty good, you know! I polished it a bit on the fly. Maybe we can work on it together some time?" She reached out a hand and touched Marie on the cheek. "You know, you're kinda pretty for your age." She giggled and leaned forward to kiss Marie on the lips. "Now, you need to do my hair, or they are going to wonder what we were actually doing in here..."