Mara pulled up to the recording studio in a long black limousine with a white cross plastered length wise along the side of the limo. She stepped out, grabbing her guitar, a Gibson Custom, Citation. She had a custom guitar that she used for her other band when they played out, but this one was just her rehearsal guitar.<br/><br/>Today she wore a simple black long sleeve sweater that looked much too large for her, and a pair of extremely shredded blue jeans, her hair was up, pulled back half way into a very slight bump with pins. The sweater hung low on her chest, with a lace overlay from the neck down to the edge of the collar where the sweater actually began. Her make-up was smokey, making her eyes look even more blue.<br/><br/>She looked up at the building and sighed slightly, nervous, but relaxed at the same time. It was much less stressful than her main band, here she could let others have the more creative voice, let them worry about if they can sing or not, let them worry about being bombarded with questions... She nodded to herself and headed inside, once arriving at their space, she looked in to see Whiskey there and looked her over a bit...she didn't know who she was, mainly because she didn't listen to the type of music she played. She cleared her throat.<br/><br/>"Uhm...hi...I'm guessing you're Jeri?" she said, moving toward her a hit, her guitar case still in her left hand, she would extend her right as if to offer a hand shake. "I'm Mara" she said in a modest way, there was no need to be cocky.