“Oh! I’ll tell you who we can interview; our stylist!” He hurried along the blue concrete floor until he came to a door marked ‘Fitting Room’. He knocked before peeking his head around the door. Deciding he was good to go, he walked in holding the door open for .
looked up from her sewing machine and laughed as she saw what they were carrying. “What the hell are you two up to?”
“Have ye got time for a little interview?” asked.
rolled her eyes. “I suppose so but it can’t be for long because someone -,” she looked pointedly at , “ – ripped one of his tour jackets last night and I still need to fix it.”
grinned. “So, , what is your favourite Westlife song?”
“Easy one; it’s .”
ran his hands across the clothes on the rail closest to him. “Favourite Westlife album?”
“Oh, erm, I guess. You only have two. But I have heard a few of the new songs from the next album and I think that will be my new fave.”
“Oh, really?”
She nodded. “There are some impressive vocals on it.”
“From who?”
“Well -”
cut her off with a cough.
stuck her tongue out at him.
“Anyway; that was the most spontaneous thing you’ve ever done?”
“Applying for this job.”
“What was the last concert you went to?”
“Funnily enough; yours. I snuck into the crowd last night…”
“You didn’t tell me that.”
She shrugs. “I just wanted to see you do your thing and I didn’t want to draw attention to myself by distracting you.”
“Good shout.”
“What do you wish you were good at?”
“Ignoring you guys. You distract me too much and make me laugh far too much. If it wasn’t for you having to do press and promo videos, I’d be out of a job because I’d get nothing done.”
“Who makes you laugh the most out of the five of us?”
“Who is the sexiest member of Westlife?”
“What nickname do we call you?”
“”
“And why is that?”
“Because is mean to me.”
“And finally… favourite member of Westlife.”
“Depends on the time and day.” She laughed. “Right now it’s .”
pretended to be shocked. “Why?”
“Because he hasn’t been in and out of my workroom all day stealing my snacks and hiding from management behind the clothing racks.”
laughed.
“What about the one who makes you great cups of tea?”
“I’d quite happily sell him for a fiver to the first bidder.”
“Hey!”
“Tell you what; if he made me a cup of tea right now and added in a few biscuits then I might change my mind.”
turned to the camera. “Right. You heard her. Now I’m off to make a cup of tea and to scavenge for some biscuits. Bye bye.” He covered the camera over and lowered it so it was pointing at the floor.
gave her a wave before waiting outside for .
gave her a hug. “Sorry for constantly coming in to bother you. I’ll get someone else to bring you your tea and I’ll see you later.”
She gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You can come and bother me anytime.”
looked at her lips.
“So… how did you manage to rip the crotch of your trousers as well?”