pick up the phone… I’d like to talk you… please?

in 1993 after take that released their first single robbie was on top of the pops… that’s when he first laid eyes on you… the woman he’d meticulously pin after for years and years. You had been outstandingly popular in the industry for years, the frontwoman of a strong rock n roll band - something of gold dust in the industry - you were independent, unapologetic, unimaginably beautiful and loved by the masses.

fame is new to Robbie, green eyes wide and sparkling as he peers round the corner of the studio to see the dozens of girls squealing. The turning around to see you… his heart stopping in his chest as he laid eyes on you, he’d had a teenage crush on you, as did most boys, but seeing you in person… he fell in love. He wanted to aproach you, be suave… but Gary got there first, leaning against the wall and making you laugh as crew fixed up your makeup ; Robbie would be lying if that wasn’t an underlying cause of their feud.

from that day on he became obsessed. Absolutely infatuated to the point it was destructive. For years and years he’d watch you… fall more and more hopelessly in love with you. Relationships you got in would break his heart, catapult him into depressive episodes… it wasn’t healthy at all.

ive been hanging around just in case you fall in love with me…

Youd get all sorts of sweet and strange fan mail in your P.O. Box but you’d get letters sent to your actual house… in newspaper letters… and blood? But they weren’t threatening… declarations of love… and a number you never dared ring… you couldn’t… it wasn’t probably a severely mentally ill fan feeding into their delusions would be insane…

But then your mum got calls too… with a voice changer… begging her to make you talk to him… you had to do something about it… meet up face to face? No… that’d be dangerous… but atleast call him?

”my pillow over head again… I’ll suffocate in you… if you ask me to…”

beautiful voice sings through your answering machine as you sit on your sofa head in your hands, the crackling of static making you feel uneasy. He continues the rambling into his phone, begging you’d pick up the phone.

”I think I’m in- I think I’m in love with you… I wanna have your kids and… get married to ya.”