Blythe was relieved when the blond took her hand. The little ploy had worked, and he'd understood what she wanted to do. AS they walked away, her mind wheeled around to try and figure out how he might react. Of course there was nothing that could have prepared her for what he did say. It was strange, he probably expected her to know his name because he thought himself a gift to everyone. "Blythe Monroe, and you?" The young woman stated simply as she regarded him.

She could hear Loren speaking and laughing. Their eyes crossed, and her friend's widened in surprise. Blythe smiled a little and shrugged. Loren knew how she felt about people not treating musicians like regular people. It was just as bad, if not worse, for actors. That whole set of people were constantly followed the media by electronic and magical means. The thought of such espionage made the red head shudder.