"Which song were you playing and has it worked out alright?"<br/><br/>Bailey pushed a stray lock of hair out of her face and smiled at James. "The one you gave me the other night, that you wanted me to play on the piano." She wiggled her fingers in the air. "You know, the one with that one wiggly bit in the middle? Well, it didn't work out at all. Sounded pretty blah." She set her binder aside and stood up, walking over to the piano. The sheet music he had given her was sitting on top, scribbles all over it in different colored ink.<br/><br/>"I decided to change it up, see what I could do." The paper rustled as she shuffled through it, trying to find the beginning. "It's pretty much still the same," she gave him a bright cheeky smile, "I just made it work on the violin. That's what I was playing when you all arrived." She settled back into her spot and handed James the sheet music.<br/><br/>At the moment her phone beeped, signalling that she had an new text message. When she saw that it was from Reid she rolled her eyes and opened it up, expecting another vague excuse about his being late. The message, however, just had three words:<em>Not coming. Sorry.</em><br/><br/>"So, what do we do now?"<br/><br/>Bailey looked up from her phone and blinked at Megan. She wrinkled her nose as she saw her smoking and held back a sigh. They had more important things to worry about right now than Megan's smelly habit.<br/><br/>"I just got a text from Reid." She frowned down at her phone and shrugged. "To be honest, I'm not sure what to make of it. He says he's not coming. No excuse or explanation." The situation wasn't a new one. Lately both Reid and Mimi had been no shows - at least Reid was making some effort to communicate. Mimi was a different story all together and had disappeared a couple weeks ago.<br/><br/>"Okay, this brings us to the one thing we seriously need to discuss. We'll get back to everything else in a bit." Bailey pulled out a pad of paper from her binder, the light blue pages wrinkled on one corner. There was a pen hooked onto the front of the pad and she pulled it off. "As we all know, Mimi has been a no show and Reid hasn't been much for showing up either. I saw Mimi last week at the mall, so I know she's fine - but when I called out, she didn't hear me and I lost track of her. As for Reid, I keep getting texts with excuses for not coming."<br/><br/>She bit her lip and flopped back against the thick cushions of her couch. "We have a tour coming up and we're supposed to be leaving tomorrow so as to have ample time to get to the first show. As of right now we're down two members. The decision we need to make is this: Do we wait for them and try to hunt them down? Or do we go through the ordeal of trying to find two new band members?" When she clicked the pen it sounded loud and she poised her hand, ready to write.<br/><br/>"Thoughts? Ideas? I'm all for just moving on and finding two new people."