Ivan Scovova
Ivan chuckled a little to her reaction. "Yeah it was mainly for the other two." He leaned back in his chair a little then looked out the window to see a man with a camera. "Look our first paparazzi picture." He smiled at the man taking the picture. "Watch it say young band lovers or something along those lines." He smiled at her. Oh how he wished they were really going out. He liked her for an extremely long time, but never told her not wanting to lose her as a friend and also a band member. He covered his mouth like a valley girl then laughed. "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to say it like that." He quickly apologized to her then listened to hear what happened to her.
"Woah wait what?! You got in an accident?! I should go kill John for putting you in such danger. What if you died or been permanently paralyzed!" He shouted then realized he loud he was. "I'm going to get kicked out." He laughed lightening the mood back up. "You should have called me, I would have driven you home from the hospital." He got a little down but he didn't want to upset her more. "Hmm? Oh yeah I was working on it last night." He watched her as she started to sing it and smiled. He always loved listening to her sing. "Oh yeah I kinda fell asleep when thinking of the chorus and then you called." He jumped a little listening to her scream. "It's fine don't worry about it. You now whenever you need me I'll be there for you." He chuckled crossing his arms over his chest cocking his head to the side.
Yawning he realized how tired he was. Maybe he should go get some coffee as well? No. It wasn't the best for his voice, he needed tea. Looking at Aliyah he smiled. "Don't worry about it I know how much you like your coffee. Besides I need tea." He actually lied the taste of tea a lot. It always soothed him as well when Aliyah wasn't there to talk to him. "Maybe later after the press conference you can help me come up with a chorus?" Standing up he smiled then walked over to the counter to order a tea. It seemed the girl working behind the counter loved his voice and asked for his autograph. He gladly gave it to her then took his tea, which he got for free. Returning to his seat he grabbed the lyric sheet and folded it placing it in his pocket. "We should go now and get ready for the conference."