Desmond merely smirked at Meisa watching her interestedly as she seemed to grasp the meaning of the word mascot now, the girl was just too cute for words. He was going to open his mouth to say something, but the newcomer into the room caught his attention. Watching her closely for a second, when she said bassist? He immediately took in a small breath, finding this to be just too damn convenient. Nodding toward the bass guitar that was seated on a chair, Desmond said<strong>"Yeah, I suppose. Go ahead and show us what you got then Ms...." </strong>There was something familiar about the girl, he couldn't quite place it but he knew that he had seen her somewhere before. However that was neither here nor there, as long as she was any good. He really didn't want to play bass.