Entering the small office, hoping to be with her friend Jack Daniels soon. Charley turned to lock the door to make sure no one bothered her and heard something go 'thump' on the ground just underneath her. She looked down and saw it was her cellphone - the other one - that was the cause of the noise. It must have slipped from her jacket pocket. She leaned forward, grabbing it and scooping it in her hands.<br/><br/>On the screen, it said:<strong><em>1 New Message</em></strong><br/><br/>"This is what I get for putting it on silent," she said, running a hand through her hair, her lips pursed at both missing the message and the fact her hair was in a bit of a mess. The bun had come undone to some degree, letting the strands fall all over her face. She'll fix is later, when she has more time and could trust herself near something elastic or sharp. "Well, it can't be worse than what I had to put through. Let's see who it is..."<br/><br/>It was from Carry, and it had only five words:<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Em quit. No bass. Help?</span><br/><br/>Oh no. It<em>can</em>be worse. Who knew?<br/><br/>"Jesus," she fumed, in irritation. When she had picked out Em for the band, she had hoped that the dynamic will not be a problem. Apparently, it wasn't the case here. "Just what I need. We're going on tour and our bloody bass quits on us just before we hit the road. God is a pisser of good fortune, I swear."<br/><br/>She took deeper and deeper breathes, in an attempt to not go insane there and smash her phone in little, teeny-tiny bits. It wasn't the phone's fault and she needed to make calls to find a bass player so late now.<br/><br/><em>It won't be a matter</em>, she told herself as she hurried to her desk,<em>finding a bass shouldn't be too hard. </em><br/><br/>In her personal opinion, one that she'll never tell the girls in order to not insult them, they were usually a dime a dozen from her experience in both the music industry and from all those basement concerts she used to go to when she was younger. Not that she'll ever tell them about her old life. She pulled out papers and her leather notebook - the one that she kept all important information for - and started leafing through them. Another thing she would never tell the girls was that she had a list of backup players for the band, just in case one of them quit or left. Opening the notebook to a page, she finally found the list for the replacements and looked for the ones... here it is.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong><em>Kelly Marie Baker AKA Kelly B</em></strong></span>-<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>Bassist but also knows vocals, classic acoustic bass, cello, piano, clarinets, guitars and keyboards. Part of a band but it fell apart before. Has been known to fill up vacancies of other bands and has expressed interest in S.O.S when she heard of them.</em></span><br/><br/>That was what she needed right now. She could fill the spot for now, while Charley could watch her and see how she preform and interacted with the others and judge whether or not she could be a permanent member. Under the description of Kelly Baker was her phone number, which Charley dialed with lightening speed. The girl wasn't there, so she left a quick message in the voice mail.<br/><br/>"Hello, Kelly B? This is Charley Tabitha, the manager of Sounds of Sinners. We're currently on bassist guitar player short, and I was wondering if you would be interested in joining the band as the new replacement? Please call me back and let me know." She hung up and sat on the chair, rubbing her temples in an effort to stop the headache. Hopefully, the girl will reply soon. Not to mention the control damage she had to do with the old bassist leaving to be replaced with a new one. The fans will not be pleased, that's all she knew. "All work and no play makes Charley a pissed off girl."