Ivy raises her eyebrows. “Well this is new. Where exactly [i]are[/i] we?” She looks around, more than a little stunned. She looks down at herself. “Am I underdressed?” She asks, starting to feel a little self conscious. 

Winter sighs and closes her eyes for a moment. “Because I refused to sign on with this record dealer that wanted to control everything about me: my music, my looks, my image, even what main cause I’d support. My dream has always been to be a successful independent artist, and even though my mom knew that, she got mad when I refused to sign for a five year contract, which is the best window for me to exploit if I was to achieve my dreams.”