Jeri was delighted when Eddie said “See you tomorrow.”  She thought he was going to make her wait a while until he had the band all together.  In the limo, she looked at the card he had given her.  It said “Silver Hammer Studios,” a place she was familiar with on the east side of town.  Truth be told, it was the first studio she ever recorded in.  She put the card in her pocket.  That was way too long ago to be thinking about now.<br/><br/>The next morning, Jeri rose early, excited about the new band.  She wondered what Eddie would call it.  She wore everyday clothes, blue jeans and a cropped top, but put her nose ring in.  It was a symbol of Whiskey, and she never sang without it, not even in rehearsals.<br/><br/>She rode in her limo to the studio, not too worried about being conspicuous, as this studio was used by several well-known musicians and the driveway going in was guarded, only people involved in the studio allowed anywhere near it.<br/><br/>Once there, she carried her guitar inside, then looked around to see if she was the first one there.<br/><br/><br/><br/>