“Did you go to Lady Gaga’s show last night?” Ian asked us by way of an icebreaker as we settled comfortably at the Peninsula Suite, just hours after his press conference downstairs at the Conservatory. This writer raised her hand, and his ice blue eyes lit up. “It was amazing, man. She’s so incredible,” he enthused, thoughtfully pulling our recorders closer to him. We could only nod in brisk agreement, conscious of the 10-minute time limit we had. But to be honest, the fact that Ian Somerhalder was here in the flesh and sharing a cozy couch with yours truly was so unsettling that it almost rendered us incapable of coherent speech. Almost.