A/N: Wow! Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed the fisrt chapter (all 8 of you!) I hope you all continue to review and enjoy this and I'm glad it was a good introduction to the character. It's really surprising to think that whole chapter was spawned by the first sentance, I wrote that and the rest just came! well enough. Enjoy-Kiera

2.

The next morning, which as it just so happened was two hours later, the alarm clock went off signialling it was 3 am and I rolled out of bed to get dressed in the dark. I had some really annoyingly upbeat friends who would respond to my bad news and moans with:

"C'est la vie."

Which would earn them a frown off me. Surprisingly, when I told said friends I was leaving they told me I couldn't. Why? I just couldn't. Some other friends had simply nodded and said:

"Yeah. Okay."

I understood their point. I must have told them I was leaving thousands of times before and I never did. My Mum certainly wasn't pleased, but relations between us had been strained ever since I married Toby, well I say married, we eloped. She said the usual, I was too young and it was a mistake. She failed to see the funny side when I replied that was what divorce was for. Half an hour later, after trying to eating a bowl of cereal and battling with my hair the taxi pulled up outside and my phone beeped with a text message off Julian. It simply said:

Gud Luk xxx

I had a feeling I was going to need it.

One flight and a brief induction later I was walking through the halls of some arena I didn't know the name of. I was jetlagged, weighed down with my luggage and following a bald man with a headset.

"This job is no different then any other you've worked in." he told me as he side stepped a half naked man with enoromous muscles.

"Only faster paced."

I was looking around for all the American sterotypes I had. Californian surfers who said things like 'dude!', Carrie Bradshaw types from New York and people in cowboy hats. But I supposed that being from England people assumed I had bad teeth, loved tea and sang the national anthem. I reality my teeth where great, I drank coke by the gallon and the only anthem I knew was 'You'll Never Walk Alone', my football team's song. The bald man stopped and pressed his ear.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh. Right away. Okay Kate! I have to go, but follow the hall round the corner, take a left, the second right and the third door on the left is where you'll find the camera crew."

Then he was gone and I already forget the directions. I wandered aimlessly for awhile, wanting to stop and burst into tears and eventually found myself at a dead end. Just then I dropped my suitcase and it burst open, spraying the floor with my underwear. I swore.

"Great!" I shouted. "Just great!"

A small brunette who had been walking past gave me a strange look before hurrying past the end of the hall. I didn't care if she thought I was a lunatic.

"Fucking great! I've been here five minutes and already it's a disaster!"

I got down on my knees and began tidying up. A blue and white bra was in my face, dangling off the end of someone's finger. When I looked at him, oh my god he was gorgeous! If my friends had been there I would of dragged them off so I could scream like a teenager. But they weren't so I had to act like an adult.

"Is this yours?" he asked with a smirk.

"Yes." I snatched it off him and buried it in the futhurest reaches of my case.

"You're British."

"And your observational skills are amazing."

I couldn't help it, sometimes I opened my mouth and sarcasm came out. When I was still at school, the counciller said it was a defensive mechanism. I called it character flaw, one of many. I began backtracking. "Englad. I'm from England. Britian is four different countries."

Ramblng was another.

"I'm John." he said extending his hand.

"I know, I haven't been living under a rock."

I had the feeling that if I put my hand over my mouth it wouldn't stop the words.

"I mean, I'm Kate."

"Do you have a last name or are you just Kate from England?"

When I met Toby I was the same, sarcastic and offensive and he didn't talk to me. But he never was big of communication. Even when I said :"Hey Toby, I'm going to a clinic because I might have cancer." He just nodded. It seemed John knew how to handle me.

"Kate McKeitty."

"Ah, an English girl with an Irish name. Interesting."

"Not really." then I blurted out. "I'm lost."

"Lost?"

"I'm suppose to find the camera crew and I ended up here."

I zipped up my case and stood up.

"Don't worry." he said. "I'll help you find your way."

John took my suitcase and I followed him out of the dead end.