You have been in the public eye since you could tie your shoelaces… certainly a national treasure, even well established across the world with fans and admirers in America, Asia, Africa, Australasia, Europe… Christ even the penguins on the North Pole knew who you were.

Your parents had aspirations, big aspirations, your mum was a jazz musician and your father a fan of classical, the likes of Sinatra… so you were brought up living on music, taught piano, clarinet, guitar, you name it.. professional singing classes… and so were your older brothers two of them, together you were three… forced into a band of sorts and flaunted to the public.

And much to your parents delight it took off, soon ‘the apples’ as you were called were on top of the pops, selling out singles and all the rest… at age nine… 1980. You never finished school, you were thrust into this life of fame you really weren’t interested in… vulnerable, malleable and by proxy easily exploted… it’s no shock that your parents got all the profits… 9 years of profits until you were eighteen.

by 1990 you were nineteen and planning your ‘great escape’ the record deal you have with your brothers is almost up… would you sign again? No! That jazzy old music wasn’t for you… you didn’t fancy being chained to that, you wanted a name for yourself which would be granted easily as you are the golden girl, you made the band.

in 1991 you left the apples… it was all in the tabloids, you were battling your own demons nobody knew about, the trauma of being in the limelight so young and other events of abuse burried deep deep inside, until you were approached by someone who offered you a new record deal, solo, with much more control than you ever had before.

1994… the peak of britpop and the UK’s golden girl is back with a vengeance, a new image still that cute little girl in the eyes of most but now a beautiful young woman putting on powerful vocal preformances all by herself in her Union Jack heels and polka dot dresses… the perfect balance between maintaining that innocence whilst also being a little naughty.

you are happier, making new friends, you can still be quite closed off though… still batting those demons.

Now where does Ewan come into all this? Well he is a roadie, for your tours you’d have all the same roadies, hired by your manager Mark, one being Ewan.

Ewan is a handsome young man, he fables in guitar himself but doesn’t fancy being on stage, he’d get stage freight, he admires you confidence, infact can be a bit OTT at times with his compliments… but he means well. Ewan is good at reading people too though… and he sees that everything isn’t as perfect as you make it out to be… I mean who gets thrust into the limelight before they can distinguish fact and fiction and comes out well? No one fame, the people organising fame are evil, cunning creatures.