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Kacey Cherry
"Yes, Brodie and I have been dating for months now, ever since we met all that time ago! About a year ago now," Kacey explained with a stupid smile. "We'd have a few midnight trysts every now and then. I'd usually fall asleep and then he'd be there and we'd walk off my balcony and fly through the field of living purple strawberries and we'd go lick girls and and have fine wine and a romantic date in the clouds." As she said it all aloud, she realized all of this might have been just a series of dreams. But either way, it still happened in her mind.







Lady BaBa
"So Oz, now that we're on our own, how about we have a few drinks, hit the dance floor and see what happens from there? But I can already take a guess on what's going to happen," she said with a smirk and a wink. She pushed herself up against Oz seductively and smiled at him. She was a petite woman standing at only five feet tall, so she had to look up at him to see his face from this close.

Oz smiled, enjoying the warmth of her, as he nodded, and held out his hand. He led her to the dance floor, though he had failed to mention he really wasnt much of a dancer.

He looked at her apologetically before hand, hoping she wouldnt take it too harsh.
"Hey, so, if I completely suck..I dont dance often."
He laughed amused.

He could imagine what would happen if he didn't keep anything from happening... He would get everything she had promised.

Kacey Cherry
"Confusing you with someone else?" No, that couldn't be the case. She knew who she was talking about. Brodi Tyler is definitely the one she's been dreaming of. But the possibility that she had imagined it all became more and more likely. She's been having a rough time separating fantasy from reality lately. Being followed around by a man in a banana outfit definitely made reality feel, well, much less real. "You might be right!" she lied with a fake laugh. She didn't want to tell him about the crush she had on him, especially when he seems to be in a relationship already with Riley.







Lady BaBa
"Oh, you have nothing to worry about Oz," Lady BaBa said with a coy smile as she dragged him to the middle of the dance floor. "Now, lets have some fun, this beat is sick, I want to take a ride on your---" she paused. "Oh my god, is that Lorenz Milton?!" She jumped up in joy, spotting her best friend who had used his influence to get her so far in her career. "Lorenzy poo! Come over here!" She grabbed Oz's arm and waved Lorenz over to them.







Lorenz Milton
Lorenz Milton was dressed FABULOUSLY. Or at least, he thought so. But most of everyone else in the world though he looked like a hot mess. He didn't mind though - he loved the attention. But even more than the attention from the public, he loved the attention from Lady BaBa shouting towards him from across the ballroom. "My Lady! How are you, beautiful?" he greeted her with a big smile. "And Oz Parker, my, my. Is he your new boy toy? I approve!" He laughed, finding himself to be absolutely hilarious even though he hadn't said anything funny at all.

Isi was late, it wasn't really surprising but then she hadn't been able to walk since the day of the shooting, even with all the therapy she was having she still couldn't walk properly but she had got this awesome wheel chair which would move and do things all at a touch of a button! Wasn't technology just great!

She had dyed her hair recently and so now it was just black though she was debating on changing it yet again soon enough. Her hair was something she could still deal with and she was just about able to dye it herself if she wanted to though of course it was much better to get someone else to do it. She was wearing a beautiful dress, it was blue and rather floaty though because of being stuck in a wheel chair it didn't really look that great. She was able to live with it though.

As she maneuvered herself in she looked about and noticed the others from the talent agency though they all seemed to be talking and so she moved herself so she would be out the way but so she could see who was here and what was going on.

Lorenz Milton
"Hello to you too, Oz!" Lorenz grinned. "I was right about you, you player. Lets see, you were hooking up with that girl, Bret. Or was it a guy named Brett? I really was never sure. And how could I forget about your risque hook up with Vadgonna? And then you were dating Khahlela Umfula? And now you're spending the night with Lady BaBa. Ah, how sweet. It seems you always have a new girl on your arm. Admirable. Truly admirable." Lorenz was just asking for it, but he didn't care anymore. He spent months keeping his mouth shut and not posting on his blog in fear of being attacked, but no more. He's back and crueler than ever.






Jonia Costa
"REALLY, Lorenz?" a voice interrupted. A few feet away stood journalist Jonia Costa, archrival of Lorenz Milton. She was a much more well-respected reporter than Lorenz. She actually had a real job, not just blogging on a website. She was a major journalist from Variance, the top newsletter for everything in the entertainment industry. She usually stuck to giving reviews for all forms of performances and gossiped here and there. Jonia was widely none for her abrasive and bitchy demeanor. Some say she has never smiled. Others say she only smiles when she puts a celebrity out of business.
She vowed long ago that she would be the one to shut down Lorenz's website to eliminate the competition, and the two have been rivals since. "You make such a big deal out of everything, you whiny drama queen. Why don't you focus on the bigger issues? Like the fact that there is some sicko out there attacking others because of your stupid website."
When the attacker first came about and launched a threat against Lorenz, Jonia was a prime suspect, but suspiscion started to fade as she became more active in trying to help the authorities solve the crime. "Oz, if Lorenz gives you a problem, tell him to screw off. I got important business to take care of. And Lady BaBa, you look like a high class whore. You think its artistic, I think its tacky. Goodbye." And as quickly as she arrived, Jonia walked off into the crowd, pushing through the poorly dressed celebrities, on a hunt.

"Why thank you." Isi didn't think her dress was actually as nice as some of the others here but she wasn't about to turn down a compliment!

"It's nice to meet you Ana, I am Isabella Sinda though you can call me Isi." She smiled and was rather grateful when the girl kneeled down. It felt awful being stuck in this wheelchair, oh how she longed to get up and dance again. Well hopefully one day she would.

"Met anyone nice here?" She asked Ana wondering if there was anyone interesting out there or not.

It was nice to get out of his extravagant loft for once, Evan supposed. His social outings were few and far between, since he'd fallen into a bit of a slump. It had not only kept him housebound, but ruined any inspiration he could possibly muster to paint anything - a huge setback, when he was on the edge of a breakthrough.

He put out his cigarette - a nasty habit he'd picked up to combat the stress - and entered the ballroom, squinting at all of the white. Dear god, did they have no clue how to coordinate other colours with a neutral? If there were no balloons and flowers, Evan would have wondered if he had accidentally wandered into dinnertime at the nearest asylum for the rich-and-fancy. Frowning, he searched for a familiar face. He hated weddings and everything surrounding them, but an appearance was an appearance.