Jillian rose her eyebrow, wondering what kind of presence would make an entire horde of teenage girls go absolutely wild. Chances were it was the stupid fad of a teenage heartthrob, the kind of singer and TV celebrity that was advertised to the point of puking, only to be replaced with a newer model in about three years, it was a common tactic to keep the tween girl populace buying all kinds of new merchandise. Albums, T shirts, glasses with the heartthrob's mug plastered on it, anything that the corporation backing him could think of. Far from wanting to be mistaken for one of them, Jillian gave the crowd a wide berth and moved along, though she did keep a curious eye on the scene.