<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/tpEsEij.jpg)     </div>Micah Hyde<br/>Attire (http://i.imgur.com/RoatmO1.jpg)<br/>Location: First floor reception area<br/><br/>The select few media personalities hawked from cluster to cluster in the crowd, and it was like watching amoebas-- no, bacteria-- wriggling from food source to food source as faces of import and characters of notoriety postured, posed, and pantomimed their fascination at the opulence of their surroundings.  Here and there were starlets and stars, not speaking a word to each other except with furrowed brows and professional displeasure until the lens turned their way, at which time their posture stood erect like the sun had reached their acre, fanning their plumage and adopting the charmed, gleaming smiles so pretty and almost alive.  Micah answered the same banal questions, "small town girl," "really<i>such</i>a pretty face," "oh, I admire her work so much, and to choose Broadway?  Truly an artist...", all of it bubbling up with the same faux sincerity that hurt her, in a way, to spill.<br/><br/>But the smiles, when they pried for her feelings, dug questioningly as to why no beau?  It was flattering, it was warmth.  Her face was a sunflower following them, and for a while she felt special-- then there was a stir, someone Known and Admired had arrived, and she was left with her champagne glass and a "good luck."<br/><br/>Good luck?  How could this be anything but good luck?<br/><br/>The champagne wasn't half bad... she'd learned that the tinier the bubbles, the better the booze, and these bubbles were infinitesimal in their cloudy cascade through the glass.  Floating from group to group like a lost satellite, she fielded a few more questions and prattled on in the midwestern accent she'd learned from television as a little girl, careful that every "light" was "li-huh-teh" and not "laaaite" like the rest of her town had said it, that her french manicured nails didn't claw onto a chocolate-dipped strawberry, and that her eyes looked up demurely from her diminutive height with a glimmer of respect and curiosity for whatever name-dropping, droll story of brushes with celebrity she was presented with.