"Matchbox 20, Smashing Pumpkins, Def Leppard, Puddle of Mudd, Goo Goo Dolls, Nickleback - so many band names I could pick on, but the point is still the same at the end of it all. Bands tend to be weird combinations of words and, occasionally, noises." Claudia became a bit more shy, notably so, when it came to the topic of what instrument she played. Claudia was a bit weird about it when it came to her guitar. She would lay about and strum out cords now, occasionally, though she hadn't done that when H.G. was around; she hadn't been out with her playing. It had taken encouragement to even get her to do mic night. Despite joining the band, there hadn't been any actual gigs at the point Claudia had been pulled. She had legit reason still, as far as she was concerned, for stage fright. "Guitar. I think being in the band will be exciting. You know, assuming the band stayed together and I stayed in it and everything."
"Oh, yes, you're just a giant British Prada Handbag. Obvious accessory." Claudia remarked back with an utter lack of any seriousness in her voice as she said it, then raised her eyebrows and took a few steps back, slipping a picked up set of sequined devil horns onto her own head. She stared at H.G. with as serious a look as she could muster, the attached price tag dangling down on one side. "Do you not like the costume? Would you prefer to go as a Norse goddess instead? We could find you a Viking helmet."