<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=85270.msg3806923#msg3806923">Quote from: AngelsDemonsCode on 23-10-2010, 09:51:40</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><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 one bass 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."<br/><br/>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 damage control 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."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Had she heard the rest after the phone call ended, Kelly B would have agreed wholeheartedly. But she didn't. What she did hear, as she took off her headphones at the end of a session in the studio with yet another band - stand-in practice work pays the bills, darnit - was the soft buzz of her vibrating cellphone, sitting on top of her guitar case.<br/><br/>"Hey, Billie? Can we pause just a minute? I just need to check that message. Then we can hit the next round."<br/><br/>Kelly unstraps her bass and puts it away carefully, then takes up the cellphone and heads out of the studio, out to where she can get good, clean reception. The soundproofing and electronics in the studios play havok with that stuff. She dials up voice mail, then listens. Then she punches a button, and listens again. Hunh. Sounds of Sinners? Really? She takes the number, and adds that to her phone, before she calls back, probably about twenty minutes after Charley's call was placed.<br/><br/>"Hello. Is this Charley Tabitha? Hi. This is Kelly B. You need a bassist? Where and when? I've got one gig I've already started today I need to finish, maybe two hours. Beyond that, you name it. I'll be there." She doesn't sound super-anxious. It's the calm, assured tones of a professional who has no idea what a big deal this could be. She's figuring she's just a fill-in while someone goes on vacation or something. That's what much of her work has been since her old band broke up.<br/>