Carry shrugged. "It's your gas..." She gabbed her Fender and hurried back to her bike, cramming her helmet on over her hair and totally wasting the small amount of effort she had put into getting it tidy. Stuffing her spare helmet back into the top box, she mounted up and started the machine. She was lucky to avoid getting a ticket, or possibly even killed, on the way back to the studio.<br/><br/>She ran in, breathless and sweating, undoing what little good she had done with the very quick wash she'd had at Kim's.<br/><br/>Just in time to hear their top forty hit being played on a bass guitar with such amazing talent that ... She taps on the door and strides in. Nodding casually to Charlie as if she hadn't actually been out of the building and having sex with the drummer. She's behind Kelly, and the bass player hasn't seen her enter. She grins at Charlie and mouths<em>She's fucking good!</em>