<div style="text-align: right;">Brandon Frost<br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.izotope.com/artists/images/butch_vig_image.jpg)</div></div><br/><br/>Arriving at his scheduled time, Brandon walked off the elevator in Bastian Pranger's studio floor. As he exited the elevator he observed the fine work Bastian had done, his class and style evident in the man's technique that was proved flawless in his entryway display. Walking down the short hall to the picture of Bastian holding a camera, Brandon turned toward the office area and saw the man sitting at his desk, composing himself as he thought through the coming shoot.<br/><br/>"Good morning. Bastian, I am Brandon Frost. I'm new here and was assigned to assist you in today's shoot. Do you have a few moments so we can go over what it is I'll be needing to do today?" he asked the photographer as he introduced himself and shook his hand. As he looked around the man's serious surroundings he was struck by the ascetics of the well appointed room. He sat his small satchel down and took a seat in front of the man's desk, ready to get their day started.