Whiskey was breathless when they finished.  Sir Shredsalot had turned loose on the solos and all her stage lust returned with a vengeance.<br/><br/>“Yeah!” she yelled once the recording stopped.  “That was one hot recording!”  She high fived Mara, then grabbed Sir Shredsalot by the neck and kissed him full on, making a sucking sound as she released him.  “You totally rocked on those solos, man!  With you and Mara and me, I don’t see how this band can fail.  Whoo!  I’m psyched.”<br/><br/>While Sir Shredsalot and Mara discussed recording more songs, Whiskey took the time to catch her breath and settle down a little.  The hot blood pumping through her gradually began to cool and slow to a normal rhythm.<br/><br/>“I agree with Mara,” she said.  “Why don’t we just do a set of songs we all know and see how the sounds blend?  Then we can adjust where we need to.”<br/><br/><br/>