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Making sure that Kay was behind them and wasn't being mauled by a bunch of insanely obsessive fans (seeing as you couldn't be too careful these days.. ) He followed closely, as their bassist was still all in one piece and living; Stef looked at the building in a dazed, sort of intricate interest. When they had passed through the doors without much trouble, his eyes was locked on their new surroundings, carefully analyzing the room that they'd be in after make-up crew did their wonders.

Stef sat still in his chair, smiling widely as the stylist was trying to give a touch up on his appearance. Carefully swinging his guitar case on the side of his chair to hang, he took a book off the counter - some sci-fi novel that someone had left. Looking through it, he skimmed lightly. However, it was a silent battle between the stylist and him, his eyes would stop his rapid eye dance on the pages and would look up, as he'd lessen the smile and look on in a facial expression similar to distaste when the stylist would try to do something that he absolutely knew would completely clash with his outfit. When they finally met common-ground, Stefan allowed him to work away at his face, occasionally looking at just what he was doing, sharp eyes watching even with his constant still figure on the chair, with only his hands turning the page.

As the book's content began to bore him, he looked up towards the rest of the gang, closing the book and placing it back on the counter. He absorbed the atmosphere in, feeling a sense of anticipation. The stylist had left his face in light make up - focusing on the smaller details and contours of his face that brought out a more overall frighteningly stronger sense of friendliness that his smile brought. This also meant that when his smile dropped, his serious look had a stronger effect. These results weren't all that bad - he deemed it acceptable.

"Everyone ready for whatever they might throw at us out there?" Kenzi called to the rest of the band. "This is the show where they take requests and questions from the fans, so keep in mind there's no telling what our tasks will be."

His attention was brought up towards Kenzi, carefully watching their leader, as whenever the singer was brought into this serious mode, he found it quite chilling and fascinating. Despite the coldness and almost empty-like nature that this part of Kenzi's personality brought, he couldn't help but call out back in a playful, happy manner, holding his hand up in salutation. "Aye-aye, sir."