The doorbell rang at Kady White's London apartment. The apartment was high end considering her band, "Small Town Mentality", had only achieved minor fame; probably the same the level of fame as Welsh rockers "The Blackout". This was convenient as TBO's infamous front man Sean smith was close friends with Kady so they could tour the world together, occasionally.

Anyway, Kady ambled to the door in her ripped skinny jeans and Aerosmith

T-shirt wondering who would possibly call at this ungodly hour, as it was 4am. Smiling, she realised that it was her long term boyfriend Ian David Carslake Watkins, she increased her pace across her swanky apartment because after all it wouldn't be 4 am forever, she gave a quiet laugh, it had to be said: she was a laugh and a half. She had learnt to laugh so readily because she grew up in the armpit of England, where the sentiment laugh or cry held great resonance. Her hometown was quite literally a shithole.

She opened the door and feigned surprise when she saw the tall, dark and handsome Ian Watkins standing in her doorway.

"What brings you here, Watkins?"

Ian, by this point immune to Kady's strangeness exclaimed:

"Oh shit! Isn't this Gavin Butler's new stately home?"

They both laughed heartily remembering when Ian received an invite to Gavin's house warming party but did not receive the new address.

Ian, noticing a note that had been pushed under Kady's door, bent down to pick it up, the note had been folded several times and appeared to be written in blood.

Hey Kady,

I was in the area and thought I'd stop by but you weren't in! You douche bag! I wanted back my leather jacket that you borrowed because my arms are cold.

S'laters

Sean Smith x

Ian breathed a sigh of relief, realising that the note was actually written in red pen, by their mutual friend rather than an axe wielding psychopath or worse: his ex Ivy Levan. Ian sauntered into the lounge and shrugged off his expensive black coat, exposing his slender yet well-toned physique beneath his tight T-shirt. Kady and Ian were about to get jiggy with it when they heard a racket that made them both stop in their tracks. The racket was caused by a girl with a thick northern accent singing "London Calling" drunkenly in the hallway, Kady Groaned suddenly recognising the voice as that of her best friend, who had recently moved to London after being thrown out of university. For the second time that morning her doorbell rang, but this time Kady wasn't pleased at having a visitor. However much she loved her friend, Stacey, she was pissed off at her for ruining the sexy time and had intended to tell her to go home but when she opened the door she couldn't help but laugh. Stacey was dressed from head to toe in a Boy George outfit and was swaying slightly in the doorway.

"Let me in! I'm freezing my bloody balls off!"

"You don't have balls"

Stacey looked down at her trousers that were hidden by her tunic and seemed genuinely surprised.

"I must have frozen them off already then."

Suppressing a laugh Kady hissed "Go home! I have company."

At this, Stacey launched into the Culture Club Classic "Do you really want to hurt me"

Ian Wakins, who had appeared behind Kady seemed bemused by the craziness of the situation "Are you going to let Boy George in then love?"

Still singing, Stacey bounded into the apartment revealing Jesus Christ who had also been looming in the doorway.

"Am I back on drugs?" Ian asked Kady quietly.

"No unfortunately these loons are my best friends, Stacey and Molly. Molly is the one dressed as Christ."

"We've been to a par-tay" said Molly pronouncing the word party as she had heard many American boys in second rate films do.

"Molly came to visit me, bringing her 15 frigging guinea pigs! While were out my Landlord found them all and threw me out!"

"JESUS CHRIST! FIFTEEN?" screamed Ian louder that was necessary, then added "See what I did there?"

Kady, Stacey and Molly all laughed raucously acknowledging the sheer genius that stood before them, at that moment Kady felt like she was stood in the mist of the holy trinity; Jesus, Ian Watkins and Stacey and promptly told the trio.

"That's funny; I've brought the Holy Spirit with me!" Said Stacey, producing a bottle of tequila from nowhere. "My landlord wouldn't let me pack so I just grabbed the most important thing" she explained gravely and the others nodded knowingly.