DISCLAIMER: I don't own McFly (no duh). or T4. or anything else that can be recognized outside of this story. the only things i do own are some characters and the plot. muahaha

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"Ugh… what the-" Olivia turned to look at the clock which promptly read 12:34am, "SHIT!" She scrambled to get up before she was any later to work than she already was. All she could do was pray that there weren't any morning interviews to be done.

Olivia plopped down onto the floor trying to roll out of bed. She ran to her closet, picked out an outfit, and ran into the bathroom. She really was hoping there wasn't an interview….

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"You, my dear, are late." The receptionist mocked Olivia in a singsong voice as she ran through the door, panting heavily.

"I know, I know," She was so tired from running from the parking lot to the building she could barely get a word out, "Marco, please tell me there isn't a bloody interview until 2pm. Please."

"Well," The receptionist, dressed in tight slacks and a tight t-shirt -obviously gay-, began clacking away on the computer's keyboard, "Your in luck, Olivia, once again you come half an hour before the next interview."

"Hallelujah" Olivia panted and proceeded to run through the door Marco had opened for her that led into the main studio. She turned back to give him one last smile and he just gave her a smirk and hook his head.

"Olivia! There you are," As soon as she turned around, she almost face to face collided with the studio director, her boss, Angelique, "You've been living in London for…hmm.. four months now I swear you're acting as if you're still jetlagged from that plane from Los Angeles!"

"I'm sorry, Angelique! My timer didn't go ff and, ugh never mind. Who am I interviewing today?" Olivia tried to change the subject because she had been scolded by Angelique too many times to get another lecture.

"Well, after you go get your hair and makeup done -I swear how you come to work looking like that-," Angelique was talking rapidly, leading Olivia to the makeup studio. Olivia didn't look bad, well she didn't think so. She had opted for no makeup and swung her hair into a ponytail. But Angelique thought differently, I mean her face was CAKED with-, "Then we'll see if we can get you a coffee or something you look terrible, sweetheart. Okay you take her now, Delilah."

By the time Angelique had stopped talking; Olivia was shoved into the makeup room where Delilah, current stylist and one of Olivia's best friends, started picking at her hair.

"Alright let me do the usual now," Delilah always did Olivia's hair the same way, mainly because that was how she liked it. But Delilah looked far different from Olivia. Dee, as Olivia called her, wore a short, black leather mini with a plain white t-shirt and a black vest over that. She had her multicolored hair swept back into a messy bun as not to disturb her. She was very pretty, but her heavy eyeliner and nose ring distracted people from that.

"God, Olivia, How you get your hair so perfectly cut and smooth I will never know." Dee was brushing out Olivia's mane, which consisted of long, straight hair, cut in layers no less, which flowed down her back and ended a couple inches before her waist.

Olivia just smiled at her friend through the mirror and grabbed a magazine off the rack and began to peruse it.

"Hmm, what's this?" On the cover of one of the magazines was a photograph of a happy looking couple, sliced down the middle.

"Oy, Dee," Olivia poked her friend who had finished with her hair and had gone to go get makeup, "Who are these two?" Since Olivia had only lived here four moths, she didn't know much about British celebrities. She spent her time studying music so she could conduct her interviews properly.

"How do you not recognize the bloke?" Dee laughed, "That's Dougie Poynter, from McFly, and that, apparently, use to be his girlfriend, Hannah Tointon.

"Humph," Olivia was now reading the article which had many pictures of Hannah screaming at some sort of party, by the looks of it. Dougie, who now that she thought abut it she did realize him from all those McFly posters, CDs, etc, looked genuinely shocked at his now ex-girlfriend's behavior.

"You're going to have one hell of an interview, Liv, I'll tell you that right now." Dee was finishing up the final touches on Olivia who looked puzzled.

"What do you mean, Dee?" Olivia really didn't get it. These English people were so sophisticated, well Dee was at least.

"Uh, you're interviewing McFly! You silly goose." Dee laughed at her friend lack of knowing who she was interviewing, "Now You've never interviewed them before and I don't think you've been to their concerts but they're such a funny and nice bunch. And keep this on the down low, but I have a minor crush on Harry! The drummer. He's so fit and posh and ah." Dee was swooning now which made Olivia laugh.

"Well, I'm not going to question him about his personal life, I'll simply say something like 'How's your love life, Dougie?' you know?" Shortly after Olivia made this statement, four cute guys walked through the door of the makeup studio. One of them was blonde and quite tall, another had curly, brown hair, one had almost no hair (but it suited him), and another had short brown hair.

"Oy, Dee! What's up?" The curly, brown haired one, who Olivia could only describe as Danny McFly greeted her friend. And one by one the guys introduced themselves. Olivia paid extra close attention to Harry, the one she now knew her mate fancied.

"Guys, this is Olivia she's the interviewer." The guys waved to Olivia, but Olivia's eyes were fixed on Dougie, who looked sad. And she could tell why. She noticed Dougie's eyes fixed on something in the back and she turned around to see the big split picture of him and Hannah flat on the counter. She quickly got up and sat on the counter, hoping Dougie didn't notice.

"It's alright," he sighed, "By now all of the UK knows."

"Oh, cheer up, Doug," Danny patted his friend's back, "Hannah was a world class bitch anyways. And a primadonna."

"Well, I'm sorry," Olivia didn't really know what else she could say. She felt terrible that this is what fame came to. She would've hated if her breakup with her previous boyfriend, Chris, had been announced publicly. She turned to see Tom gelling his hair, Harry chatting up a very please Dee, and Dougie and Danny in front of her. Dee was right; his was going to be one hell of an interview.

"Guys," Angelique opened the door, "Now that you're all acquainted, let's get on the set. Cameras go on in five."