<strong>"If you don't mind, I'd like to stick around to see what kind of bass player gets the job."</strong>, Meisa said, before walking to the girl behind the kit, stretching out a hand and saying:<strong> "Hi! I'm Meisa. I heard you play from the outside before. Great technique."</strong><br/><br/>Then she went back to James to get a closer look at his guitar. She didn't muster the nerve to ask for a test drive though, instead she just looked at it, trying to figure out the parts. Especially the bridge seemed to be something special.<br/><br/><strong>"That reminds me."</strong>, she said then,<strong>"Did you hear about the man who goes to a pacific island for vacation? As the boat nears, he notices the constant sound of drumming. As he gets off the boat, he asks a native how long the drumming will go on. The native casts about nervously and says "very bad when drumming stops."<br/><br/>Later that day, the drumming is still going and it is really starting to get to him. So, he asks another native when the drumming will stop. The native looks as if he's just been spooked. "Very bad when drumming stops," he says, and hurries off. After a couple of days with little sleep, the man had had enough. He grabbed the first native he saw, slammed him up against a tree, and shouted, "What happens when the drumming stops?!" <br/><br/>The native replied, "Bass solo." </strong><br/><br/>Meisa grinned, flashing her pearly whites.