"I would love to loosen up Lou," the manager replied, rubbing the back of her neck and tapping her foot even faster. At this rate, her foot would either fly off or ground to dust. "But right now, while we're working on this concert, I can't afford that<em>luxury</em>. This is basically make it or break it girls, whether or not the crowds will adore you or think you're sellouts."<br/><br/>Looking at the girl now as she listened patiently to Tiffany's explanation, the woman crossed her arms and pursed her lips as she thought. At the moment, Charley was wondering if she should just kick her out of here now or later to avoid any possible drama. She had enough on her drama plate without adding another full helping to it. She had lost five pounds as it is.<br/><br/>"It's Charley," the woman replied to Tiffany as she rubbed her temples. She shot a look at Ash, the patent 'Not-Now-Damn-It-And-Don't-Give-Me-The-Urge-To-Slap-You-Senseless'. While Ash was one of the few people she didn't mind making wisecracks, her nerves were fried and she didn't need the ribbing at the moment. Just for now. When she's had a decent sleep and rest, she'll let them have their giggles behind her back all they want.<br/><br/>She sighed sorrowfully as she reached her choice now, knowing she'll regret it later on and finally said, "Well... it seems like you're a nice enough young lady. Maybe we can... umm... let you stay for a little while. To see the band and all that."<br/><br/>She raised her hands quickly, wanting to stop any squeals or the sounds groupies make when they actually hear words like she had said. "<em>However</em>," she said, "I need to know that you won't be causing any trouble. I don't want you telling your friends the band is here or take any pictures or anything like that. I also want you to avoid doing anything illegal as well." She looked at the band again, knowing that they knew what she was talking about. "Can I trust you on that?"<br/><br/>"Now," she said and at that moment her cellphone, the second one in her pocket, rang to life. "Now, I'm going to take this call and I hope you girls will behave, please."<br/><br/>She quickly left the girls, giving them one more warning glare, and tired to answer the phone as she pulled out another one, attempting to text a message to a person of a music magazine to secure an interview. One, she was hoping, that the girls could have before the concert. Promotion, promotion, promotion.<br/><br/>While doing so, she noticed out of the corner of her eye one of the staff members looking somewhat tired and depressed. She was eating a sandwich of some sort at the snack table. She stopped in her tracks, knowing she'll regret this because of the ringing cellphone in her hand, and walked over to her. She canceled the call and decided it could wait.<br/><br/>"Hey," she said to Kasia - it was 'Cash', right? - with a worried look on her face. "Are you alright?"