Cammie's eyes lit up only slightly when he finally looked up at her. To say she was nervous was an understatement. All she could see in her mind was the image of him and Andy as she left them behind. She didn't know exactly what to expect from him now. Was he angry with her? Did he blame her for Andy? The thought caused the faint smile on her mouth to falter. She most certainly blamed herself. If she had been there, if she had come running back when she found out he was having trouble...Now was not the time to stumble. With a small nod to Mitch, the grin quickly plastered back on her face as she responded to him. [color=violet]"You too-"[/color]

The smell of pizza assaulted her senses. She couldn't even remember the last time she had a slice of the warm, gooey deliciousness. Pursing her lips shut to hide any small amount of yearning, she turned to the new woman in the room. Everything would be just fine as long as the box was shut. As long as the lid was closed, she could stop herself from acting like a starving lunatic. It would be fine. Just fine. She was stronger than this. Stronger than the pizza.

A man who she faintly recognized soon came crashing in and broke all her willpower. Once the pizza box was open and the smell permeated the air, it took everything Cammie had to bite back a groan. She bit the inside of her lip and quickly shook her head at the offer of food. Last thing she needed was to break her contract by gaining any weight. Her eyes quickly closed. [i]Four months, just four months...Four long months...four months and I can eat whatever the hell I want. Okay, stop talking to yourself, you're not a crazy person. You can do this. Focus, Cams, focus![/i]

Thankfully Mitch broke through her silent rambling and forced her to move from the room. As she followed him up to the bar, her eyes took in everything around her. The environment was low key- very much unlike anything she was used to. He had done well with choosing the location. As they continued to a row of seats, she raised a brow at the others waiting in the room. Cammie really didn't recognize anyone yet. Then again, if they weren't international pop stars, she wouldn't have a single clue to their identities. That was one thing she decided was definitely going to change. She was going to branch out and maybe make a friend or two. The thought of being alone after the news of her father clung to the forefront of her mind. She absolutely did not want to be alone anymore.

Taking a quick seat, she leaned back against the booth and turned her eyes back to their host. She could tell he was nervous as hell and it brought a small grin to the corner of her mouth. It was good to be nervous. He was never the cocky type and nerves were good to help you maintain focused on the goal at hand. Mitch was going to do great things with this place. Tilting her head to the side as he spoke, she could almost guarantee that his hands were twitching behind his back. The speech was soon over and she stood, leaving her guitar case by the base of the booth. Walking over to Mitch, she grinned over at him. [color=violet]"Nice speech, boss."[/color]