Inside the studio looks much nicer with green walls and posters of concerts and artists, a couch and an upgraded recording booth and sound system. Winter pulls a drink out of the mini fridge. "Want something?"

Ivy chortles. "You know it's funny. I'm thanking you, when if I'm as good as you say, it sounds to me like [i]I'm[/i] doing [i]you[/i] a service," she leans forward slightly, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.