Beatrice was snapped out of her own little world by all of the yelling and stumbling by the obviously drunk man who had just gotten on board. He looked familiar. He must have been rich or famous enough to get away with bossing around the crew members at least.
As he passed by she suddenly remembered why he seemed so familiar. "Hey, you're that singer. The one with the band that's always on a break. Right?" She called out.