"Anto! Hi! This is erm. Shelley, She's that you know. person, who does the things, That's why she's here cos she's doing that thing, y'know the one that she does. Ya know?" Shane's unconvincing attempt to explain the presence of this girl in the hotel to Westlife's tour manage was embarrassingly feeble. "Yes, Mr Antonio Bryne is it? Hello I'm Shelley, I'm the here on behalf of, erm. Teenybopper a new magazine dedicated to boybands, It doesn't look like you were informed of my interview with Westlife this afternoon". Shelley had even impressed herself with her quick thinking and as she looked around Westlife smirked and even Anto looked convinced until Angela and Bryan came from the direction of the bar each holding some kinda a multi coloured cocktail. "Shit!" Shelley hung her head "Anto, I meant to tell you that's Bryan's new girlfriend Angela. Sorry, Yeah that's what was in the paper, yeah. It was a bit of an impulse thing between them" With that Mark gave Shelley a kinda "How's that for quick thinking look" and ran over the Bryan and Angela to confirm the "arrangements" Shelley sat there, Ok, They'd got passed the tour manage and the people at the front desk, but the whole bar thought Angela and Bryan were together and Shelley was starting the believe it by the way they were looking at each other. The afternoon continued and the more they all chatted the more Shelley was realising that Westlife were actually human. She didn't even feel intimidated by them and the feeling of an impending heart attack had eventually worn of. "And anyway, I said to him, maybe if you'd started the engine!!!!!" The laughter dwindled; it was Bryan fifteenth cheesy joke. They'd mean been there four hours. Four hours! In the hotel with Westlife! It was 9 o'clock. "Right, We be off then," Shelley said feeling a real spoilsport. "Thought you were booking in" Kian and Nicky said in unison. "Yeah, Angela YOU said we were booking in didn't you" Shelley really started to feel the pressure. "Yeah. Oh God! Forgot my credit cards. Shit!" Angela fluttered her eyelashes that was her way of telling the lads she never intended to book in the hotel and had no money. "Gotta go for a make up check" Angela continued as she grabbed Shelley's arm "Us girls go in groups" "Haahaa! What a night eh Shells?" "Oh, Angela shut up! Every time I ever mentioned Westlife you always had a sarcastic remark. You always told me how pathetic I was. You always pointed out their bad features and now look at ya. Practically throwing yourself at them, at Bryan, You know he's got a girlfriend just calm down. "Ah, but now I know them, And I like them. Haahaaa We can stay here if we like y'know." Angela giggled as she fixed her immaculate lipstick. "Ang, seriously, we've got no money, were only 16 and I really do think you've had enuff to drink, what the hells in that shit ya drinking?" Shelley started to shake. Maybe they were in further than they could handle. "Haahaa, firstly, We don't need money, Bryan said he'd get you a room. I'll drink as much as I like and lastly what they don't know don't hurt him, erm. them." Angela was by this time sat in the sink combing her hair. "Bryan would get ME a room? What bout y-. ANGELA, Christ! With that Shelley walked out of the loo's and back thru' the bar. She couldn't handle Angela in that state. She told to lads that she had to go home and baby sit and thanked them for the great night.