The years and months and weeks of being a manager for one band for another had blessed Charley the ability to tell the difference from one player to another. Though she believed they were all a dime a dozen, she still had the talent of hearing their flaws and their strengths. Just from hearing a few notes or lyrics of them, she could be able to get a rough idea on what kind of player was in front of her.<br/><br/>This one in front of her as she rocked it out? She was good; Charley had to give her that. But she was too eager to prove herself, playing it loud and hard and showing obvious signs of being a bit more talented than Carry was for the time being. The manager didn’t need someone outshining the diva lead singer right now, especially during the tour which could literally make it or break it, but she was short on time and resources to see other bassists. And Kelly could play it, that was all that came down to it.<br/><br/>The manager continued to watch the bassist with a hawk’s eye and listen with an ear of a hound as the girl played it out on her instrument, and she couldn’t help but feel like she was her own zoo with that weird comparison. She listened while tilting her head, tapping her pen against the wooden table as the seconds turned into a minute and into another… when Kelly was done with the entire song, she raised her hand and let Kelly know that she had heard enough.<br/><br/>Her face was set in stone, a real poker face that most professional players would kill to get their hands on.<br/><br/>Pressing ‘stop’ on the cassette player, Charley took it out and put it away. Then took out another, seemingly empty as well, as she wrote down a few more words on it and stuck it inside. She looked up at Kelly and gave a small smile, the closest thing she’ll give to people as a compliment.<br/><br/>Gesturing to the chair again for the girl to sit, she took a sip of her water bottle while staring down at the younger person in front of her. She then suddenly made her chair move to the left, grabbing something that was from the ground and pulling it up – revealing that it was a briefcase. She opened it and pulled out a paper and slid it across the surface of the table and placed the pen against it.<br/><br/>“This is an unsigned contract for you to sign if you wish to join the band entitled the Sound of Sinners,” Charley said. Keeping this conversation on track and business like as she could at the moment. While her nerves were still shot, she kept the appearance of a uptight and efficient manager well. “Since you are replacing the original bassist and signing on for the tour quickly and on trial of sorts, your share of the profits will be significantly smaller until the productions have drafted and made a more appropriate contract for you.”<br/><br/>“You will gain Emma’s full percent of the profit being made from the singles, the tour and the upcoming albums when you are properly part of the band," Charley continued, "but  you will not gain her profit from the singles she was a part of, since those are her royalties. You will be properly be part of the band when the production company sees how you react to being part of the band and how you socialize with the band."<br/><br/>Well, they hadn't done that before when rounding up the band, but they'll need to now in order to keep an incident like this from happening again. "At the same time, they can look over your past and see how your past history in case anything might come up and jeopardize the band. This will be an undetermined amount of time, but it is most likely just a week or two since they are very diligent in matters like this. Any questions on this, Miss Kelly B?”