Kate Gregson

"Works for me," laughs Britta. The idea of actually sitting down and writing a song, even very quietly in her own room, is almost painfully daunting. She almost never finishes anything. How is she supposed to finish an actual piece of music worth being performed? She's never been inspired to do anything of the sort in her life, and she doesn't have the discipline to sit down and do without. Costumes are easy, costumes they can do. "And we can just do songs later. What if we... each work on something, whatever, and then bring it in next time and... see if we can make something of them together?" It's almost like homework. She nearly makes a face at her own idea.