Kelly did her best not to let her distaste show on her face as she is pretty much summarily ignored by the business woman in the room. It takes all kinds in the music business, naturally, but it's a pretty inhuman thing to be so dismissive and cold to someone else upon first meeting them, especially and hope there's any chance for a protracted positive association. Nevertheless, Kelly isn't going to be the one to finally tell off Charley, at least not before she knows the score around here. Ignored and dismissed, she sits across from Charley, watching the other woman while setting her big case beside herself, never far from her hand.<br/><br/>Kelly's gaze took in the cassettes curiously, wondering how the woman who can surf the web on a BlackBerry can't figure out a digital mixing software and a laptop. Cassettes are just so last century, after all.<br/><br/>After Emma's tap is stopped, Kelly B nods. "Sure. I know who the bassist for the Sounds of Sinners is." Was? Replacing? Holy ... OK. So this gig suddenly took a turn for the serious. Apparently they're not just looking for a stand-in for a few tour dates or something. They're looking for a whole new member of the band. That's big, big news.<br/><br/>When the next song is done, Kelly stares a bit at Charley, and then just shrugs. "The Bangles? Really? OK, if you insist." It could be worse. She can still remember the audition when they asked her to play something by Patsy Cline. Now /that/ was a struggle. The Bangles? Bread and butter for a girl guitarist, even of her young age.<br/><br/>The young, minimally-dressed blonde twists in her seat and pulls up the case to her bass, snapping it open and pulling out the instrument within. Given the small, contained venue of the conference room, she doesn't bother with a full amp, but instead, pulls out the little 'personal play' speaker she keeps in the case, setting it up and checking battery levels before she plugs in the guitar and powers up the little unit.<br/><br/>Kelly takes a minute to breathe in and out, humming a tone that resonates through her throat and chest, sliding it up and down the scales as she warms up her voice and centers her mind. She'd rather have the chart, but this'll do.<br/><br/>Then rendition of the song that comes out as Kelly takes off is a bit harder, a tad snappier than the original. The blonde plays a mean bass, and uses the guitar to play out the other vocal parts as well as the chord progressions and rythmic bits of the song, propelling things along to almost seem as if she has - as if she is - an entire band. With the small unit, the sound is not so powerful it blows anyone away, and it's not thunderous enough to hammer through the walls or something. But it is definitely loud enough to give Charley a very, very good idea of Kelly's style and musical accomplishment.