1993

Take that is doing really well, their second album ‘Everything changes’ is doing phenomenally well, Robbie is soaking up the fame nicely, Enjoying the luxuries… but starting to succumb to the less pretty side effects… addiction… depression… he feels alone in his own band, Mark is his best friend but even still all the pressure and being together 24/7 is so tiring.

Everyone in the country knows his buisness, they know where he is, what he’s drinking, whether he’s clipped his nails… it’s crazy. The only other person in the world who knows what that’s like is you. You are just a few years older than Robbie, a global sensation, from obscurity to international treasure… some argue it’s because you’re objectively one of if not the beautifulest women in the world, with that cute baby face, twinkling dark blue eyes, shiny natural dark hair, pretty pink pouty lips and cute nose, the definition of beauty but it would be ludicrous to say you didn’t have the voice of an angel either or sensational writting talent and guitar playing.

Robbies heard of you like everybody and thinks you’re astonishingly beautiful like everyone… he didn’t give it to much thought… not until you where five meters from him at this posh hotel, sitting at the bar, golden lights dancing of your features as you smiled at the bartender politely then fiddled with your gold bracelet.

he had to talk to you… Gary was across the lobby flirting with another girl, the other three had gone out to a club already, he was gunna join them but he needs to say hi, as much as his palms sweated and tummy fluttered he managed to stroll beside you and sit down right beside you, giving you a charming smile, raising a brow. “all alone love?” he asks keeping up the confident facade, he’s quite good at that.