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Andrew took his right hand, the one that wasn't shoved in his back pocket, and extended it to Lorenz warmly.

"Andrew Brandt," he said. "Just signed with Walk of Fame not too long ago, I'm a musician." He angled himself to see both Lorenz and the girl that had introduced herself as Isi. She had a soft voice that made Andrew feel like a jerk, interrupting the conversation between her and Lorenz.

Oh well. One always needed a single moment of selfishness to fuel one's life. He decided that the best course of action was to wait for one of the others to move on.

Oz noticed Andrew Brandt, and smiled, giving a wave, though not entirely sure if he had seen it.

That, and he was with Lorenz, and Oz's intentions were to at least stay away from scandolous rumors.

He shoved his hands back in his pockets, and started to walk towards the door for the festivities.
He was almost thankful for the first conversation with Joanne to be so short.

Isi smiled and shook her head. She hadn't met Andrew before but finding out that he was a musician got her interested. She could play the piano, but not very well and so most of her music she wrote was piano based but how she longed to learn other instruments or have someone who could play something else to help her song write.

She took his hand and smiled,

"Nice to meet you." wow he was forward.

"I have a few songs I have written though they need tweaking a lot." She smiled having no problem what so ever with being honest. She liked her songs but she knew they weren't anything special and it wouldn't get her far without some help. It was lucky that she had got through that audition. She would get all the help she had always longed for.

Isi smiled as he seemed to like the fact that they were doing something. She knew many singers didn't and she never quite understood why. Maybe she just loved singing too much!

His offer of backstage passes was something unexpected. She looked surprised there was no doubt about that and happily took the pass from him.

"Wow, thank you very much!" She wasn't quite sure what else to say, this was unexpected that was for sure. She would get to meet a famous singer and talk to her. This was going to be a better night then she had originally expected.

"I can play the piano, it's what I use to write my songs." She smiled as Andrew then accepted the pass as well. She would have been surprised if anyone would have passed it up. She would have been up for meeting a musician she couldn't stand just because it made sense. They had become famous already and that was what she was trying to do.

Andrew then offered her his hand and she let out a soft giggle and took it.

"That would be very nice, thank you." She spoke politely back before turning to Lorenz and mouthing thank you to him again. She really was grateful for such an opportunity. Meeting people really wasn't as hard as she thought. Maybe she could get use to all these social events.

Renee was looking for a way to dodge Joanne Lakes without seeming obvious; a bit more of the crimson fabric was wafting in the air with her every movement as she headed towards another sect of people. If what she'd heard and read was true, there'd be a mess if that thing came all the way off.

Out of the corner of her eye, a flash of candy pink caught her attention. Draped in a snow white cloak stood a man with an air of confidence she'd expect from many high-profile actors: it fairly oozed from him. Surely someone like that would be making their way in, as well, rather than block the promenade? A bit sheepish at her own audacity, Renee decided to go with the flow and just say hi.

"Hello there, I'm Renee," she said, offering her hand as she gave him what she hoped was a polite smile.

She'd lost track of Oz at this point, and her heart sank. She sighed heavily as she made her way over to a small gathering around a pink haired man, but she stayed quietly back. Khahlela was very, very bad at big events like this; thus why, when she was there, she didn't go to the last one.

Biting down on her lip, she looked, glanced and tip toed, trying to find her crush but couldn't see much pass the bright pink hair.

The African woman blinked and gave a little, half-hearted laugh at the man. It was an... interesting joke, that was for sure. Not sure she got it. "Yes. I read what you wrote. Which is why I talked to Opera. I wanted to make sure everyone knew just how terrible she treated her dog." She didn't back down just because they were friends. She hated that stupid blond woman and her stupid 'that's hot' phase.

So help her, if she heard it today, she'd punch someone. Shaking her head from that, she found herself captivated by his eyes. There were an unnatrual color. "Ah. But yes, call me Lela. Khahlela is a mouthful for people who aren't used to it.."