Carry shrugged. She was actually rather glad she hadn't written it, suddenly, but to admit that now would make her seem really awful. So she took it with good grace. "Well, if you say so, but I thoght, with the right kind of tweaking, and a decent melody, a good strong bass... Ah crap... Well, we'll see what Charley can do about that. I never really liked Em much anyway."<br/><br/>She picked up her fender and plunked out the melody that was in her head. It didn't sound like much without amplification. Caroline was determined, now. She actually liked the song that was in her head, it was original and she was claiming it as hers. She'd tried writing songs before and they were terrible. "You have an amp anywhere?" She asked, peering through doors... "Ah!" She spotted the Gibson and asked quickly, "You mind?" before plugging her fender into the Gibson's amp. She knew better than to use another musicians guitar.<br/><br/>She strummed a chord, then tapped out a rock rhythm to count herself in. The intro she played wasn't as long as the one she imagined for the song. It sounded empty without the rest of the group.<br/><br/>♪♫I see you standin' over there on the corner♪♫<br/>♪♫Watch' me as the sun goes down♪♫<br/>♪♫I know you can't tear your eyes away from me♪♫<br/>♪♫But baby You know that you'll never get me♪♫<br/>♪♫We're two different people,♪♫<br/>♪♫On two different sides of the same street♪♫<br/><br/>She let the last notes fade away, and reached for her vodka. "What d'you think now?"