Kelly is at this point aware that something is going on, that Carry is alluding to something. But since she doesn't know the other girl, she has no way to really know what, and she's trying not to assume. But she's not dim enough to miss the hand delving along Ash's backside, even if she doesn't show shock. So that's how things are? Really?<br/><br/>"Nothing so wrong with good seventies hits." She murmurs softly, though not really arguing with Carry. After all, she wants to see the band succeed, and that's much more likely to happen with good songwriting than without. "OK. Let's go." With her bass around her neck and shoulder, she closes up the case and carries it along as well, following the others to the studio. They're cute, she'll give 'em that.<br/><br/>Once they reach the studio, Kim finds an amp, checks the power, and then plugs in, checking the levels with a few light strums and then stilling the strings and muting the pickup so that she can tune her ear instead to Carry's humming and then Ash's keyboard. Then she starts playing, chords and rythmns intended to harmonize around the melody and counterpoint against it while still providing a solid tempo to bring everyone together until the drums can be there to take up the slack.<br/><br/>Interesting lyrics. Of course, she has no way at all of knowing they're pilfered from the make-up girl. Oops.<br/>