Kerry overlooked the table satisfied. Perfect, she thought. “I still don’t understand why you want the lads overhere” shouted Scott from the kitchen.
“I just need to ask something, honey”she replied innocently. Of course that wasn’t the entire truth. Fate wanted it, that Kerry was a real curious girl, and she wanted the WHOLE story of the lads, she needed to know what happened to them while in the grip of those two lunatics. She wanted them to write it all down, so she’d finally find out what had come into them travelling all around the world at the command of someone crazy.
Kerry smoothly talked them into the subject straight after the main course. As she expected, the girlfriends of the other lads immediately agreed with her. The lads struggled a long way, but this was a fight they’d loose anyway. With a huge sigh even J finally gave in and agreed to write the first part. He looked at his friend’s laydee darkly, but Kerry just smiled bak sunny. She had gotten her way.
J
Let’s get one thing straight from the beginning: I never asked to do this. I have to admit you played it nicely, Kerry. Sometimes i really think of poor old Scott, but then I think, Hek it’s only Scott, so I don’t care. I know I sound harsh right now, so please re-read the first sentence.
Alright then, this is the story of two crazy fans, and when I say that, I mean really mental. It started not too long ago, four months, was it, Rich? For some reason he always seems to remember that kind of things. Anyway. In a red-hot studio we worked ourselves through some danceroutines. But it was too hot to actually do much, so we didn’t. Even Abs didn’t fool around. Then, all of a sudden, an over-excited Ben, our stilist, bounced in. We weren’t really surprised as he always does these appearances. And he ALWAYS overreacts.
Yes you do Ben. Don’t deny it.
This time it was serious, though. He told us some freaks had kidnapped one of our managers, Rob Barnes, good old big B. They had brutely pulled him into a car on high noon in a busy street. I told you they were crazy.
We were all quite worked up, if I remember well. We try to tease him all the time, but we do like him, actually. He’s fun. But we were told he wasn’t really the target, we were. The kidnappers had informed the police that we had to fulfill tasks they came up with, or they’d torture and eventually kill him. Our first assignment was :”Go to the constructor’s site at Ammil Road. Wait there for further instructions.”
That was what the hastily written not literally said. I spoke up.”Let’s get Rob back.”