Ten minutes late, and the woman had to make an entrance, right? All about the flash and glitz, and glamor. Paparazzi couldn't show up first! That would look desperate, and seem like that they have the upper hand, she couldn't allow that. "Knock, knock gentlemen." Blue eyes settled on the pair, as she stepped into the alcove, the entourage of three trailing close behind.
The three people behind her knew what to do, setting up the lap top on the marble stage, coffee was place on the left hand side, and brief case placed on the couch. Notebook was handed to Paparazzi, and the three immediately left.
"They're so efficient, everyone should have at least one." Glancing over her shoulder as they left her eyesight and ear shot. "Personally? I need three. A girl can never have too many assistants, right?" A smile that could envy the Northern Lights in Alaska illuminated her face, gaze trailed over Heroin, the Drug family members were close with her, she gave them devout followers and vice versa. A you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours type of deal. Glancing over at the man with a guitar, a hand extended. "The famed Little Jackie McGillis, I've heard so much about you, seen your amazing work and finally get to meet the creator." A flirtatious wink was shot towards him.
She wasn't talking about his own personal music, exactly, more like what he represented. The power he possesses as the God of Blue. Of course, Paparazzi was just impressed that he managed to keep his loyal followers out of HER limelight. After all, the majority of her work came from musicians, and celebrities, movie stars, and those in the music industry. It amazed her that one solitary music genre could stay out of her tabloids.