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"Is she, um..." Riley lowered her voice a little. She didn't want to insult anyone. "I've never heard her before, is she good?"

The dancer just realized that Zip had been standing the entire time. "Oh, I'm sorry!" she exclaimed. "You can sit with us, while you talk, if you'd like." There were at least two more chairs at the table and more than enough room for that many people. "You didn't sound very enthusiastic about you table partners, anyway," she said, laughing a little.

Riley waited until he had lauged a little and shook her head, not being able to stop the chuckle that escaped her own mouth. "No, no, no. I've heard of her, I've just never heard her music. Well...I may have, but didn't realize it and I never went out of my way to find out what was hers."

She thought for a moment. "Oh...pop music..." Riley was suddenly unsure of if she'd really want to be this close to the stage.

Changing the subject, she looked back behind them. "There's lots of celebrities here, huh? I'm a little intimidated." She had sat with Chad and Angelica at the past affair, but the pair hadn't been that interesting and she didn't really remember even talking that much to them, just to Ana.

Renee wasn't much of a drinker, but after a few short minutes in the theater, one didn't sound too bad. There were so many people in that single room, and not a face stood out to her: the only people she really recognized were super-famous, having more than one shot at their face in the media or causing such a chaotic scandal that there was simply no way around it.

She'd heard that Trinity Tears was performing tonight, and to be honest, Renee was more than a bit curious. The pop princess had really torn her life up, and her music career had suffered, too. Like that night she'd tried lip-synching to her own song and got caught. Talk about embarrassment. Renee just hoped tonight was going to be much, much better.

There were a lot of vacant tables, and it was certainly a welcome idea to take a seat alone, but that wouldn't get her anywhere. She'd been trying to break out of her shell a bit and live life, to get out of her measly apartment and act like she actually belonged at the Walk of Fame Agency. Hiding accomplished nothing.

So when she spotted a young redhead near the front, she figured it couldn't hurt to say hi. Glass in hand, she made her way over to his table, a natural, easy smile in place.

For a moment, Renee was completely taken aback by the attention of a rather disguised and well-dressed man, a face recognizable by leaps and bounds. Chad Mitt - and he was talking to her. Nevermind that she had just reached the table, hadn't even said hello herself. She was still a nobody, but that didn't seem to phase him, though that might be in part due to the fact that he was alone for the moment.

"Hello." She offered a friendly smile and took a step closer to the table. This was her first big social event, and she didn't want to screw up anything now. It probably wouldn't hurt to make a few connections to help further her career later on. "My name's Renee. Renee Cardot. And I think it's fairly obvious who you are." She let that smile brighten for a moment. "I've been a big fan of yours for a while, Mr. Mitt." And the way he eyed her....Renee felt like a choice bit of mutton being offered to the Big Bad Wolf.

He smiled lightly, "Yeah, we know each other through the agency, but we met about six months ago at a small café in town." He said as he looked from Zip to Riley, "Nah, nothing fancy like that." He laughed, "I'm a drummer." He said as he looked to the stage, wondering the nights events were going to start, he was getting a little nervous.

Renee felt the color rise in her cheeks at his compliment, momentarily wondering if it was doing her any good to be paid so much attention to a man that was not only married, but also with a very expectant wife.

"Thank you," she said with a bit of a nervous laugh; she could easily see herself tripping down the runway with little effort. But why not take this to her advantage? "Actually, I do work with models..." And that, naturally, was when her luck turned sour as a very pregnant Angelica half-waddled over towards them, her face twisted in a righteous fury that was hard to match.

The night's events, it seemed, were going to be split up, and already starting.

Renee paled, standing stock-still as the brunette threw her drink in her husband's face, silently glad it hadn't been her, and desperately wishing to get herself out of the spectacle before things got out of hand. But with the woman's face desperately close to her own as she hissed in rage, it was a rather sticky situation.

"Look, I'm sorry if there's been --" Her tone was quiet to keep the scene from exploding, but it was a bit sharper than Renee would have liked, herself. After all, if she'd caught her husband flirting with another, younger woman while she was pregnant, she'd probably react the same way. She stopped as she felt something splash to the floor, thinking that Angelica had merely snapped the delicate glass stem of the wineglass she'd been carrying. Instead, it turned out to be something far worse.

"...Crap," she muttered under her breath. Probably not the best sentiment, but for all intents and purposes, she'd practically stressed the woman out enough to bring on labor. And Renee knew nothing about handling childbirth. She looked at Chad, those complimentary eyes pleading that he'd have the sense to do something.

"You...might want to get her to a hospital."

He smiled, "But your good at it." He laughed, "My sisters talk about you all the time, they all fight over who's going to marry you." He laughed again, realizing too late that he probably should have left out the last part.

He looked over to Riley when she asked for some water. "Sure, sure." He smiled and got up. He looked over to Zip before leaving the table. "Would you like something?" He asked politely as he pushed his chair in.