<div class="floatright">(http://img607.imageshack.us/img607/7121/y32e.jpg)</div><br/>It took little time for her to realize that this was the viewing and not the filming.  Although there was some degree of sorrow for this, it made perfect sense that the movie would be out soon enough and they couldn't possibly film it in the time before it came out for public consumption.  She'd just let her excitement get the best of her.  Thankfully, she'd never changed her SIN from the fake.<br/><br/>Her eyes drifted about to see various actors and actresses as she plucked a glass of wine from a tray.  This was a part of the trid experience that she'd often avoided, not wanting to ruin it by learning too much about the real people.  The saying had been done to death about laws and sausages being made, but it applied to other venues as well.  She almost didn't want to talk to anyone, for fear of having too much of the magic spoiled before getting the enjoy the last movie.  Thankfully, anyone truly famous was swarmed enough that she likely wouldn't be able to get through.  When she followed up to the elevator, it seemed relatively empty.<br/><br/>She currently wore a midnight blue dress and matching heels, with just enough cleavage showing to hint at seduction without crossing the line into slutty and begging.  Her commlink hung from a belt on her hip, and a matching headband of trodes gave notice to her lack of an implanted commlink.  The truly observant might notice her contact lenses or a tiny microphone attached to the commlink.