Westlife were rushed through the crowd of fans and into the van waiting outside the hotel. They were on their way to an interview at a journalist's house.
"Why do we have to go to her house?"
"God Bryan, how many times do I have to tell you? She's got a kid and he's too young to go to school. She refuses to send him to a childminder, so we go to her house," Kian sighed and leant back against the seat shutting his eyes.
"But why do we have to use her? I mean why not another journalist who can come to us?" Bryan turned to Nicky.
"Ronan says she's the best in the business, Louis agrees, writes fantastic articles, doesn't twist what you say for her own benefit, brilliant personality...." Nicky counted off the reasons on his fingers and rummaged in his bag. He pulled out a magazine and chucked it at Bryan. "Here, read the article on George Michael."
Bryan started to read, "This is really good! Why haven't we used her before?"
"Shut up Bryan!" All of the guys shouted at him.
"Sorry," he went back to reading the article.
Soon after, the van pulled up outside an average family home. It had a small garden with white roses and there was a young girl kneeling on the floor, doing up a little boys coat. She gave hm a hug and then waved goodbye. As she got up and saw the guys, a look of horror came across her face.