<div class="floatright">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Models/5364b990.jpg)</div>Kasia wasn't entirely sure why it was necessary for her to follow the band around like some kind of roadie, but it wasn't all bad, really. She's now got the chance to see most of the country and be paid for it! Not to mention with a bunch of really attractive people around. Try as she might, the young girl couldn't think of the last time she was able to look in either direction and find someone that she wouldn't mind having a 'chat' with. Her favourite direction today was right in front of her, where the members of the Sounds of Sinners were getting ready to jam.<br/><br/>She was sitting amongst a bunch of empty chairs wit a sketchbook and a few pencils. It was Cash's job to figure out what each of the girls' dress would be. Carrie was a natural rock princess sort of girl - wear as little as possible but have it flair to the max. Everyone else, strangely enough, seemed to fit the rocker / skater look - multi-coloured hair, accessories that wouldn't really work unless you were in a band, ripped tee and jeans. Kasia wasn't sure if there was really a divide in the group because of it, but she wasn't going to bring it up as long as someone paid her.<br/><br/>Now unable to really think of any ensembles for any of the girls, the wardrobe artist leaned back in her metal chair. Her feet were off the ground and on another chair in front of her, crossed. If no one knew any better, it would seem that this girl was some sort of journalist writing on the newest fad in popular music. Anyone who has spent a minute with Kasia would know that she was just a girl doing a job most men would want: getting paid to look at and dress a number of fine young women.