Going out to follow them from the meeting room, briefcase in tow, the manager was busy texting and calling on her multiple phones. Whatever she was doing, it wasn't known to the girls and she wasn't about to tell them anytime soon. Charley had potentially saved the band from early retirement, so this could be just her playing games between herself. She didn't look up at once when they got to their destination and the girls took out their instruments and prepped themselves for the session. Long as the girls didn't set anything on fire or harassed anyone, they can do as they please long as it was profitable for her and them. Charley was on a bloody break.<br/><br/>Stopping at the right of where they were staying, blocked by view so she wasn't bothered or seen by anyone else, she continued to play and twiddle oblivious to all the events around her. She didn't notice what the others were doing until she heard the music being played and she heard Carry singing... singing... what was that?<br/><br/>The woman looked up from her cellphone and Blackberry at last, her brow furrowing while she listened carefully as possible. Hearing this new and sudden song as the girls practiced, Charley felt warning bells ring in the back of her head. Where had<em>that</em>come from? She hadn't heard it before during their practice jam sessions. Taking out the planned songs list, complete with samples of their lyrics, for the Charley scanned for certain words to see if it was a song they were going to use, but just mixed up the melody for the sport of it all. And they had a new bassist, so they could just sound different to her ears.<br/><br/><em>They had done it more than once</em>, she told herself as she looked for the lyrics,<em>for the kicks of it all.</em><br/><br/>She looked and flipped through the two pages that she had retrieved from her suitcase, straining her ears to recall the verses and her eyes to make sure she didn't miss a thing.<br/><br/>There was no sign of it there on the list.<br/><br/><em>Must be a brand new song</em>, she thought while looking at Ash and Carry and Kelly.<em>I never heard it on the radio before or on those specialized radios. An... an original?</em><br/><br/>Did Carry write that? There wasn't any possible chance she could have. Charley had watched the girls over the past few days like a hawk, and she was pretty sure that she never saw Carry pour herself into a notebook and pen. Not to be rude, but she just couldn't imagine Carry being able to sit down and contemplate lyrics and meaning. She was too lively and outgoing for matters like that. Ash had just asked when Carry did that, so that makes her out. Lou wasn't here... so another one down. Fuming at the mystery, Charley pressed her hands on her hips and looked around in frustration and saw the make up girl, she really needed to learn her name, and noted her posture. She was too far in Charley's opinion to see her expression, but she didn't look happy.<br/><br/>Hmmm...<br/><br/>"Carry, can I see the paper that you wrote that on?" Charley walked over to where the two were, a frown on her lips. "Because I'm impressed by the lyrics." An actual vocal praise. A rare thing in Charley.