"What the hell?" Angela spat her coffee over the table, dangerously close to Shelley's photo album. The uproar of screams came from all directions. "God! Did Kian drop his pants or something?" Angela said sarcastically "Did I miss it? HaaHaa! Ang! Ang! Looks it's the Prev! Aaah! Ang! Hurry up! Ohmigod! I can see Anto! Antoooo" By this time Shelley had jumped from her seat and was half way out of the door with her camcorder, photo album, camera, arms full of gifts and one of her three copies of the Westlife album. "God! Calm down! Ok, I know Ronan-look-alike 'life, Ronan sound-alike 'life, nick Carter wannabe 'life, pony boy 'life and peroxide 'life. but no short fat 'life so, one question. WHO THE HELL IS ANTO?" Angela snarled acerbically. Angela and Jamie had been best friends since Angela had moved to Shelley's school six months ago. She'd moved to Essex from Dublin and had absolutely no interest boy bands. "Oh god! Ang! I can see Nicky! I'm gonna cry! Niiiiiickyyyy! Ahhhhhh! Niiiiiiiiix!! Nicky I love you!" By this time they were in the thick of the craves. Cameras were flashing are girls were ripping each other's hair out to get close to the barriers. "Oh please! Someone shoot me now!" Angela stood next to Shelley looking ready to die of embarrassment. She'd always known of Shelley's infatuation with Westlife but she never mentioned it much and let her get on with following them with her own group of "London Frenz" Who were all, in Angela's opinion, as sad as each other. Angela stood and observed the people around her. If they could see there faces surely they would be too embarrassed to stand there screaming. right? "Shelley! Why do ya do this? Surely you've had every dodgy photo and crappy piece of mechanise signed already?" Just then a group of girls at the front turned round quickly "Ok, I hear a dub accent, I can sense a Dub at thirty paces" A tall girl with wavy blonde hair muttered somewhere against the barriers. "God Angela! Look, they're talking about you! Their not craves, there in with the band! Please! Angela pretend you're a Westlife fan so we can hang with them!" Shelley muttered with excitement "Oh purleeaseee! You're all stalkers! Just cos they're older, Westlife probably think they sad as well! God! I'm automatically a teenybopper cos I'm from Dublin! I'm cool cos I'm Irish? That is sooooo shallow!" "Oh, Angela, PLEASE!" The look in Shelley's eyes was enough to pursued Angela. At the end of the day, who cares if a few London girls thought she was "livin la Vida Westlife"? "So, are they gonna stand there and stare at me? Am I royalty cos I'm from Dublin? Christ! Does that make girls from Sligo goddesses?"