| �Sit down, we might be waiting some time.� Richard said waving his arm out towards the centre of the room. �When are we meant to be interviewing them?� I asked, sitting down on the nearest chair. �In about 10 minutes, but they may not be on time, they have another interview before us and they arrived late.� He answered. �You might as well get your sketchbook ready. I�ll tell you what we�ll be doing when we see them. Ok?� �Ok.� I replied hunting through my bag for my baby notebook and a pencil.�I�ll just be asking some simple questions on how they expect the tour to go etc. and you can be sketching their faces while they�re answering. Ok?� I nodded and he continued, �and you don�t need to worry about them wondering what you�re doing because me and other members of our magazine have interviewed them before. Some artists aren�t that keen on been sketched while they�re talking but Westlife don�t seem to mind, which is lucky for you.� Just then we heard a clamour of noise in the corridor and Westlife walked into the room. They greeted Richard with friendly hellos and made their way towards the chairs. �Hiya Rich.� Said Kian shaking hands with him, �I haven�t seen you in a while.� �Hi Richard, where�s Colin?� asked Shane looking about the room. �He�s ill I think, so I�ve a new girl today, Victoria.� Richard replied pointing over at me. �Hi� I said shyly. �Hi� replied Westlife. �Well lets get started then,� said Richard pressing record on his mini tape recorder, �So�Why have you left it so long before doing a tour?� He bombarded Westlife with many questions like this one, while I tried to make something in my sketchbook. I was so nervous that my hand was shaking and the pictures weren�t turning out right at all, and to make things worse whenever I looked across at Mark he seemed to be watching me, interested in what I was doing. I could feel the colour rising in my cheeks and I wished that the interview were over. It soon was and Westlife stood to leave, shaking hands with Richard and then kissing me on the cheek. Mark was the last to leave and just after he�d lightly brushed my cheek with his lips and said goodbye, he asked if he could just have a peek at the pictures I�d drawn. �They�re not very good, just quick things�� I mumbled looking up at him. I�d never noticed before how captivating his bright blue eyes were before. It�s strange the things you notice when you meet someone in person that you aren�t aware of when you see them on TV or in a magazine. He reached out to take the book out of my hand. �I�m sure they�re fine, just let me see a couple, pleeeease.� He pleaded. Luckily for me a shout came down from the other end of the corridor.�Mark!!! Where are you?� �I�d better go,� he said smiling at me, �some other time ok?� �Yeah ok.� I replied. �You better, you�ve promised now.� He grinned, and then ran off down the corridor to where the voice had shouted. I was left stood in the middle of the corridor, alone and in a daze. �Victoria? Did you get some good pictures?� asked Richard emerging from the room behind me. �Not really.� I replied feeling a little embarrassed. He reached out for my sketchbook and I reluctantly gave it up to him. He quickly flicked through the first few pages. �They�re not bad.� He said eventually, �could do with a bit of improvement, but I could see how nervous you were, you can do better tomorrow. It�d be good to get some pictures of the fans. Can you go and do that now?� I replied that I could and set off towards the arena entrance to sketch the small crowd. I felt more relaxed doing this. I was sat out of the way, so the fans didn�t keep looking at me and felt completely at ease. I was quite proud of my finished sketches. I thought of Mark when I was sketching and I thought of Mark later when I had my dinner, and before I went to sleep I thought of, yes you guessed it�Mark! |