This man is Nathan Kaye, the latest addition to the AWE roster and this is what was, until moments before, his home.

A middle aged women trots out of the front door of the house that the convertible is parked in front of. She marks a startling resemblence to Kaye, suggesting that she is his mother. She looks completely distressed at the prospect of what is about to happen, but exactly that is is unsure at this moment in time to the audience. She leans forward and embraces Kaye with an almost over zealousness that comes off in the sly grin and chuckle that comes from the recipient of the embrace. Kaye, being the polite and mild mannered gentleman that he is, returns the favour and allows his hands to rest on the woman's upper back before pulling himself away. He grins again, looking down at the woman to reveal an obvious height difference between the two, some accomplishment when one remembers that Kaye is not extremely tall by any stretch of the imagination.

"You got yer sandwiches?" The woman asks. A thick Mancunian accent comes from her lips, she reaches forward and fiddles with a part of Kaye's jacket like an overbearing old mother would do to a departing son. Kaye playfully breaks the hold and shuffles backwards to rest against the rear of the car to create some distance between the pair. He laughs off the movement, which helps insist that there isn't an emotional coldness or distance between the two but that Kaye feels awkward being on the receiving end of such affection.

"I have them, they're in my bag." Kaye motions toward the rear of the convertible with his right arm, indicating the part of the car he talks of. His mother tilts her head to one side and smiles at her son, brushing back the side of his hair again. Mummy's boy as they say in England. "Anything terribly important to say before I go?" He asks politely, but it's said in such a way that indicates that there is nothing left really for the two to exchange with one another. She gives no reply, just continues to smirk and fiddle with the hem of Kaye's jacket. "Oh, look at the time." Kaye exclaims, smiling to himself as if to try and subtlely make it obvious that he has to go.

"Oh, right, I understand." His mother says before taking a step back to allow Kaye to enter the vehicle. He bends down and grabs at his bag, carrying it to the passenger seat in his car and placing it in the seat through the open window. He walks around the front of the car to the driver's side and enters the vehicle, slowly placing himself comfortably in the beautiful gray leather of the car. As he does his seatbelt, his mother bends over slightly at the passenger seat and leans in the vehicle through the open window.

"I'll be home soon. Six to eight years. I'll probably be wearing a belt mind you." Kaye says in a very matter of fact tone of voice while finding his set of car keys.

"Just don't get hurt." His mother says, as if wanting to have said this statement for a long time. Kaye sighs while grasping the rim of the wheel and look out of the driver's seat window, into the distant row of industrial wasteland. This subject has been discussed in depth before and it's visibly a subject that has worn Kaye thin. His right elbow comes to rest on the top of the wheel and his hand strokes his four days of stubble on his lower face. He looks at his mother finally, who is obviously becoming distressed at the immediate depature.

"We've gone through all of this. You've known weeks that this moment was going to come. You've known weeks mother. Time to cut loose I reckon." Kaye changes his tone of voice as he goes on, starting off stern before becoming more sensitive to his mother. "I could be generic and say 'I'll be fine', but we both know that I can't really guarantee that." Kaye continues, laughing at the end of his sentence. His mother sees through the empty reassurances, and there, for that split moment, is a sign of worry on her face for the well being of her child.

"Don't do anything...stupid..." She says before narrowing her eyes at her son. "I've seen what you resort to." She adds, this time losing all signs of kindness and humour and replacing them with a tone of regret and sorrow. Kaye leans across the passenger seat immediately and grips her wrist.

"Well, I'm not getting any younger, mother. We'll see what more legal things I can resort to in the ring, shall we?" He says. He shakes his mother's wrist before letting go. He puts the key in the ignition and the roar of the car causes his mother to back away. He leans forward again to say goodbye one last time. "See you real soon, get the belt polish ready. Lots of it." He adds finally before turning the wheel and driving away from the house.

His mother stands up straight on the street and waves as the car departs, kissing her fingers and flinging her hand into the air in a last gesture of goodbye. She is of course teary eyed, one can expect this from the departure of a loved one. After standing there in the fading English summer light, she turns and returns back to the comfort and safety of her own home - once again she's been left alone, lamenting the departure of her only child in his attempt of fame and glory.