’I’m going to make it big, mum, I’m going to be the best.’

I was standing all-alone at work recalling the day I was telling mum that I would make it big. The days before I became a journalist, the days I would dream about, working for the biggest selling newspaper in the world, the days that I was living now.

Day after day I had to remind myself that I was finally living my dream, "Rav… Rav… Rav", called Keely, my mate and colleague/editor, "Oh, sorry Keely, I didn’t hear you, was miles away". "Don’t I know it" she replied, "What is it that I can do for you?" I asked, "Well," she said, "in the interview room, there are five lads, Bryan, Shane, Kian, Mark and Nicky. They are called Westside and are Ronan Keating’s protégés, I was going to interview them, but I have to cover another story, do you think…?" "…Well Ok then" I feebly replied, "Don’t look so miffed" she said, "I’ve heard they are really good looking!".
I wasn’t impressed. I was a showbiz reporter and didn’t want to be running after someone unknown. Little did I know that the interview I was about to do was going to change my life forever.

I entered the interview room and introduced myself to the lads, "Hi there, I’m Rav, I’ll be interviewing you today if possible could you tell me who is who cos I have NO idea about any of this. Have just been drafted in – so I have done no background research or anything!" they all laughed and replied "course" – almost in unison. "I’m Nicky" said a really sweet little voice, "I’m the oldest and wise one from the band", the others stood back in hysterics! "I’m Shane, The sensitive one" said the angelic looking one, "I’m Kian, I’m the...""What?" I interrupted, "sorry, what was your name?" "Kian, spelt K - I - A - N" he said, "oh wow, what a beautiful name", I responded, "Why thank you!" said Kian with a cheeky little voice, "I’m the sweet one" he said, as he winked, I was beginning to think that interviewing them wouldn’t be a bad idea. I got on to the tall, dark and handsome one, "I’m Mark" he said with a very strong accent, for some reason, his sounded strongest, and by far sexiest. "I’m just me" he whispered softly, and then came the tall one, I couldn’t really see him as was writing and could just about see him from the corner of my eye. "Hello, I’m Bryan, spelt with a ‘Y’ not ‘I’ and I’m the sexiest one!!" I looked up and laughed, but then caught his gaze… he was right, he WAS the sexiest one by far! It was as if none of the others existed. Just this tall blonde haired, blue eyed sultry looking guy, transcending space and time and leaving me just numb. I smiled and felt myself getting hot all over, I started to stutter "W, w, well…" I quickly glanced away, hoping that the others wouldn’t notice; I almost felt like a smitten teenager.

All throughout the interview I repeatedly kept looking towards Bryan, catching his gaze, and then turning away almost the instant that he looked back at me. I didn’t know why but I really liked him, and I’d known him for less than an hour!

The interview was over and I gave each of the lads my card and said that the next time they needed press, to give me a call. I wrote a message on the back of Bryan’s, reading: "My home No, give me a call if you are interested" That was probably the worst thing that I could have written, but I guess it was worth a try!

We all said our goodbyes and left, I left for home and waited by the phone,
but Bryan hadn’t called…