Carry felt someone looking at her - mire, she felt someone burning holes in her. She looked up and caught the eye of the make-up woman. She didn't even know her name. She'd always been friendly, always had a kind word to say up to now... and suddenly she was giving Carry a look that said 'I want you dead!'<br/><br/>Carry may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but she was not totally stupid. She was quite capable of putting two and two together and getting four. The paper had been on the flour by her guitar. She'd often noticed the woman scribbling in a pad. She'd claimed the song as her own and now Mrs Make-up was pissed.<br/><br/>Carry sighed softly. "My hair is a fucking mess, thanks to Kim. Going to get it fixed." She put her fender on its stand and walked over to the make-up and hair lady. "I think we need to talk, somewhere private..."