((You may ONLY post here after having been passed through The Red Carpet.))
Vadgonna, the queen of pop music and expertise of publicity, stands alone in the back courtyard, sipping on a slender tall glass of champagne. She needs a protege, someone to pick up under her wing and have become her new best friend - of course meaning new victim to manipulate and use for her own gains for fame. She just needs to find someone desperate enough...or unsuspecting.
The back courtyard is illuminated by chains of lights hanging and wrapped along multiple arches. Its quieter out here than out doors, far enough away from the loud media circus on the front of the building at the red carpet and from the noisy interior of the formal dinner. Outside its simply an outdoor bar for some light mingling and chitchat, with a few paparazzi walking around, waiting to get there $1000 shot. But please, ignore them. You shouldn't pay any attention to them, the goal is form them to pay attention to YOU.
