<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3229065067060597757</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:58:42.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop Novella</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popnovella.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3229065067060597757/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popnovella.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Keef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17456972971983770960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3229065067060597757.post-6499435376212876030</id><published>2007-10-17T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T17:39:50.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Did The Neighbours Say?: The Secret Life Of Girls Aloud - Episode Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/8793/titlepageyo0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene One&lt;/strong&gt;: At GA Towers, Sarah has just dropped the bombshell (again) that she is leaving Girls Aloud, after Lily encouraged her to join new group &lt;em&gt;Harding Church of Allen&lt;/em&gt;. The girls stand there open-mouthed - Long pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Well don't just stand there. Cheryl, get the gag and the straight jacket. Kimberley, lights. Jane, do your stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim dims the lights while Cheryl fetches the restraints. Nicola stands and stares hard at Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Eh? What's everyone doing? Ouch!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "It's for yar own good!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl puts Sarah in the straight jacket and fastens it tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "What the fuck are you playing at?! You can't get away with this you bit.... mmmmm!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah's protests become muffled as Cheryl sellotapes her mouth closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "You know very well what we're playing at. This is the third time we've 'ad to fuckin' do this!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the ground starts rumbling and the air becomes smoky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Don't be too hard on her Nicola, love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "She deserves it! The little tearaway! She has to learn some time. Jane don't..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "It's Nicola!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Yes... Jane, don't hold back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls start to stumble over as they watch Nicola at work. The ground shakes violently and the room fills with bubbling fiery clouds. Nicola's eyes start glowing red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Mmmmm!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah screams and struggles to get out of her straight jacket. Horns emerge from Nicola's forehead and a black pair of wings sprout from her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img85.imageshack.us/img85/3417/sl2curse2bb2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Oooh, it's getting quite hot in here"&lt;/span&gt; - she says, steadying herself on the kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadine starts pacing back and forth between Nicola's fiery glare and Sarah, struggling in her chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "You know the deal, Sarah. We had an agreement when we formed this band - a contract that can never be broken."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "Can we not be long with this. Match Of The Day starts in a minute like."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah squirms and Nadine continues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Girls Aloud is forever. You can never leave! We'll be together forever! We're for eternity!" - she screams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forks of lightning flash across the room as Nadine lets out an almighty laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nicola: "Aaaragh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the blink of an eye, everything is back to normal. The flames have disappeared, the ground has stopped shaking, and Nicola is on the floor, weeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "Ah, look now. You've worked her too hard. Come here Nicola."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Mmmm! Mmmm!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimberley runs over and rips the sellotape from Sarah's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "I said yes, okay I'll stay, I won't leave the band"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Jolly good then"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "But you've all got to treat me with a bit more respect. A lot more respect! Stop treating me like a child. I'm the oldest out of the lot of you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Yes well. Early start tomorrow everyone. We've got a video shoot to attend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Really? It's not in the diary..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Yes, and no excuses in the morning. Like hangovers, Sarah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: *snores*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Play Jingle&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" width="300" height="52" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/9/14/1431438/Final%20theme2.mp3"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene Two&lt;/strong&gt;: It's 7AM. Kimberley walks out into the garden, towards the shed with a cup of coffee in her hand. She knocks and opens the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Coowee! Hello?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Brian: "Uh? Wha'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian is lying on the floor under a pile of records and other rubble. He has been in a deep sleep, but comes around slowly as Kimberley taps him gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Morning Brian. Another late one last night, was it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Brian: "Yes! What... what day is it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: " It's Wednesday morning and we're..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Brian: "Christ! Deadlines.. deadlines..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian shoots up off the floor and starts rattling around with his equipment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Brian: "I've got to get this finished!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Are you still fiddling with the album, Brian?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img86.imageshack.us/img86/8868/sl2brain2fz3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Brian: "You don't understand!... y, you don't get it! I would have have it finished months ago if it wasn't for that bloody woman, Nadine! 'Ooh Brian, I've had this marvelous idea'. 'Oh Brian, let me just do that vocal one more time, darling'. Just last night she was in here begging me to produce this 'amazing' new song she had written for the album."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "And was it any good?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Brain: "Well... it wasn't exactly so much a song she had written.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Well she does try..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Brian: "It was &lt;em&gt;Fields Of Gold&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Oh, not again. You poor man. I've told you before, sometimes you just need to put your foot down with Nadine. Or just go through the motions, pretend you're recording, say 'that's fabulous, I think we're all done", and she'll leave you alone. She soon gets bored."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Brian: "Yes well that stunt only works the first thousand times, even with Nad..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, a round plastic object shoots through the air and out of the shed door, almost decapitating Kimberley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Bloody hell, what was that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Brian: "Oh, it's a tambourine. I must have the stove up too high."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Eh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Brian: "Oh it's a new experiment I'm trying. I get a bunch of random instruments, stir them together in this big pot. Add a helping of Xenomania juice... &lt;/span&gt;- Kimberley goes into the shed and observes - &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;...hook it up to the amplifier, and record whatever sound comes out. I've had some interesting results so far..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Really? Sounds a bit mental."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Brian: "Yes, that's how I made your last single."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Oh right. Does Nicola know you're using her cauldron?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: (from the back door) "Mam, the car's here"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: Well Brian, have fun with your little experiment. We're off to record the new video now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Brian: "Must finish the album! Got to get it finished!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Yes, good luck with that. Fucking lunatic"&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she says under her breath as she walks back towards the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "Come on mam. The driver says he's gonna charge waiting time if we're much longer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Really? What happened to Drew? Why isn't he driving us?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "This is Drew"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Oh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "Yeah, apparently after Sarah puked up in the back for the fifth time, he's started charging us because we're such a nightmare."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "But he only drives us. He's our personal driver. We employ him!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "No, he was telling me the other day he's branching out. He does the Sugababes now, and everyone. Only the other day he dropped Madonna off at Waitrose."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Ooh, very nice. I thought Madge was more of an Asda girl. Now, how is Sarah this morning?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They look over at Sarah in her pyjamas and sunglasses, holding her head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: *grunts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img85.imageshack.us/img85/2154/sl2sarahhung2xz1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img150.imageshack.us/img150/3159/candybar2rg3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene Three&lt;/strong&gt;: It's 8AM and the girls have just arrived at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Kind sir, kind sir. Would you kindly take my bags and escort me to our jet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The airport man looks at Nadine blankly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Oh god, he's a foreigner" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- she says under her breath - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"J'mapelle Nadine Coyle. Je suis une fantastico singero superstarro"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; - she says in a slow, raised voice - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Me go L.A.X. Take moi to plane pronto. Por favor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The airport man continues gawping at Nadine with a puzzled expression. Then he takes his earphones out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Airport Man 1: "'Ere, Nige! It's that Irish bird off Popstars"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Oh, it talks"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Airport Man 2 (Nige): "Oh are! Are your friends 'ere darlin'? Cheryl and that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Yes, listen I'm trying to get to LA for a very important appointment. Now will one of you take my bags and lead me to my jet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Airport Man 1: "We're cleaners darlin'. We're sweepin' up. We don't know nothin' about no private jet..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Well why are you wasting my time then?! Honestly..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: (calling from the queue) "We're over here Nadine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "Quick, they've gotta check our suitcases in a bit"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Airport Man 2 (Nige): "Private jet?.. Oh dear, another deluded old popstar. We get so many of your sort coming' and goin' through 'ere. Who do you think yo are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadine stares at the men for a second, then flicks her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "I'm the Supreme Queen Nadine. And don't you forget it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She empties a packet of Skips onto the floor in front of Nigel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Oh look, you missed a bit there darling"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; - she says, stamping the crisps into bits, before scurrying off to her band mates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img86.imageshack.us/img86/8738/sl2airport2mv0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "What were you talking to those cleaners for?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Erm, directions, I was asking for directions."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "What? You've made this same journey a thousand times before, t'ya boyfriend's house."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Oh Jesse, my darling Jesse."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "God, here she goes again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Now, have we got everything? Passports, tickets, straighteners?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nicola: "Mum, there's only four tickets 'ere. Shite, where's the other one?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Have you dropped it somewhere? Look on the floor, everyone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nicola: "No, Nadine just gave me them now. Said they were too heavy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Nadine, we've only got four tickets. Is the other one in your bag? You booked them the other week, didn't you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Yes, four tickets. Me, you, Cheryl and Sarah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "And Nicola..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Oh, Jane, is she coming?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Nadine! Of course she is! Oh, what are we going to do?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley looks concerned. Nicola crosses her arms and rolls her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Oh she can film her bits for the video in a green room, and they'll just photoshop her in later."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Don't be ridiculous. Oh Nadine, oh god!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Oh stop moaning Kimberley. Jane darling, come her, you'll have to come in my bag as hand luggage. Quick Cheryl, cover us. Jane, get in my bag, there should be enough room. You're only a tiny thing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicola climbs into Nadine's very spacious handbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Oh, we'll never get away with this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "Blimey Nadine, we should call you Mary Poppins with a bag like that!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Poppins? Who is this Mary Poppins?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "Oh never mind. Sarah, are you okay? You look a bit... green."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah shakes her head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "I think I'm gonna be sick"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: Oh shit, no. Run to the bog, quickly!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "No time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah grabs Nadine's bag and throws up in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Ah, that feels better"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nicola: "Sarah, you fuckin' twat. You just puked in me hair!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: Sorryyy! I didn't know you were in there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She inspects the bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Oh it's okay. No, the carrots kinda blend in."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nicola: "Ah, it fuckin' reeks!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Ooh, it must have been a dodgy fish finger from last might. Mum, where did you buy them from?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Sarah, you didn't eat any, remember? You were five hours late for dinner."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "No, it'll probably be the ten gallons of cider you drank last night."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: No, I got up in the night. I was starving and I had a couple of fish fingers. Perhaps I shouldn't have eaten them straight out of the box."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "You think?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Amy: "Awight Sarah? Aars it garn, ma lav?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Oh hiya Amy, yeah not bad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img86.imageshack.us/img86/5103/sl2amyairport2bc5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Amy: "I 'eard ya bein' sick. I could recognise that barf a mile off!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Yeah, ooops. I'm okay now, though. So where you off to then?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Amy: "Oh just LA, again" - she complains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Ah wicked, and us! What are you going for?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Amy: "Ah, just sam poxy film I've got a role in."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Oh, really? What film?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Amy: "Err, it's cawled James, James Bond or samink"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "James Bond! Oh wow, what do you play?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Amy: "I dunnaw really. They said it's Bond Girl or samink"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Wow! I'm so jealous Ames!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Amy: "Yeah, they want me to do the bladdy soundtrack as wewl. I'm like 'gimme a fackin' break mate!!'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Aw, it sounds amazing!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadine walks over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Bond? Did I hear you say James Bond?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Yeah, Amy Winehouse is doing the new song and she's in the film as well. How good is that?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Uh, I think you're mistaken darling. I've been promised the next Bond theme."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Stop lying Nadine. She's making it up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadine shoots an evil glare at Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Amy: "Oh, you can 'av it lav. I'm not arsed. You'll 'av to 'av a word with my manager, though."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "But Amy, you'll be brilliant."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Ssshh, Sarah! Go and stand over there, go on!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah goes and stands by the litter bin with her face to the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "So Amy, darling. Why don't you want the Bond role?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Amy: "Just can't be arsed darlin'. Betta fings to do, ya nar?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Well, I'm not sure I want it either. I may do, I'll have to check my diary."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Amy: "Do it lav! You'd be doin' me a massive favour."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Erm, mmmm... Okay, I'll do it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadine jumps up and down, clapping her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Amy: "Great. You just need to convince my manager. Ere's 'is namba"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Oh, it'll be a piece of pi... I mean simple, no problem. I'll get my way, you'll see."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimberley comes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Come on Nadine, you've got to hand in your case now. I've done mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Oh, very well"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadine goes to walk off with her case but then comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Oh, could you hold this, it smells"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadine hands Kimberley her huge handbag and leaves her talking to Amy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "God, I'm fuckin' bored. I hate waiting around in airports."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadine calls the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: Come on ladies, our flight's boarding. Time to go, quick sticks."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah runs over back over from the litter bin. Kimberley hands some money over to Amy, who gives her a mysterious small plastic bag. She gives Kim a peck on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img85.imageshack.us/img85/2224/sl2amykimbaairport2fo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Amy: "See ya la'er lav"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimberley runs over to the other girls, lugging Nadine's bag along with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img150.imageshack.us/img150/3159/candybar2rg3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene Four&lt;/strong&gt;: The girls are all sat in the seats on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Yes, I'll have vodka. A couple of mini whiskies. Three of those cute little Merlots, erm a Chardonnay, five aftershocks, a brandy, and a water thanks"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Flight Attendant: "That's rather a lot madam"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "What? I'm gonna share!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Flight Attendant: "Very well"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trolley dolly hands over the drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "God, the cheek of some people..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nicola: "And French Fries!" &lt;/span&gt;- she says from inside the bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Ahem, yes and a packet of French Fries, please."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nicola: "Cheese and Onion!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/3797/sl2nicolaplane2kr8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Nicola!"&lt;/span&gt; she snaps under her breath - &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Yes, cheese and onion, thanks"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives Kim the crisps and moves on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Christ, Nicola. Are you trying to get us arrested?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nicola: "I'm not the one who brought weed onto the plane. Very smart, mum."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimberley coughs loudly and looks around, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Look, just be quiet or we'll never make it to L.A. And it's my first time, so I'd quite like to avoid going to prison instead, thank you. Now keep it schtum or I'll close this zip!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "Ah, look who it is! Aw, it's the Sugababes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stands up and waves at the Sugababes as they walk down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "Heidi, hi! Keisha! Mut... Amelle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Keisha: "Oh, hi" she says with an insincere smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/8702/sl2gaplanepe8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keisha leans over and airkisses Nadine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Hello darling. So where are you going then?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Keisha: "Oh, we're doing an album signing. I didn't expect to see you girls"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "No? We're off to shoot our new video"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Keisha: "Oh yeah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "Yeah, it's on Malibu Beach. You've never done a video on Malibu Beach, have you? No, didn't think so!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keisha looks at Cheryl, very confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Keisha: "No, well our next video is set in Brooklyn. In the streets, man."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Ooh, lovely!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "Been there, done that"&lt;/span&gt; - she says, picking up a magazine to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Keisha: "I've heard it's really dangerous out there. But we're tough man, we can deal with it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Amelle: "Yeah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keisha slaps Amelle and gives her a dirty look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "So, Heidi, how are you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi doesn't react. She stands there looking straight ahead. Keisha leans over to Nadine and whispers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Keisha: "Erm, I'm not not allowing them to speak in public at the moment. I feel it's best for everyone. In fact, I've had them practically sedated, so I shouldn't hear the a peep out of them for the next few hours."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img85.imageshack.us/img85/9089/sl2keishaclose2xj9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Oh, haw haw!" - she chuckles - "Brilliant, I must try that one"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "So where are you sitting, girls?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Keisha: "Oh, we're right down there in Executive Class, see you later."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl rolls her eyes and sucks her teeth. The Sugababes give her an evil smile as they walk off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Bye darling!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah let's out a huge snore as she sleeps, and dribbles down her front, with empty drinks bottles surrounding her and a large wine stain on her dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img150.imageshack.us/img150/3159/candybar2rg3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour and a half later the plane touches down at their destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Golly, these flights get quicker and quicker everytime"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Blimey, I've only read two Take A Breaks"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "Sarah, Sarah, wake up woman!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Huh? Oh, we're here" she says before nodding off again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Come on, I want to get back to the hotel. They've got the penthouse suite waiting for me. Kimberley, have you got the bag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Nicola? Yeah, she's in 'ere still. She's gone a bit quiet, though."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls get off the plane and walk out onto the runway. They wait or their ride as they watch Sugababes drive into the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "Fuck me, it's cold!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "I thought it was boilin' in L.A."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Yes, I must say it is rather strange for it to get this chilly. It all looks rather different too"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Hold on, what does it say on the font of that bus? Dun... Dun.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "Dundee Airport. Dundee Airport?! Nadine, we're in Dun-fucking-dee!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Erm..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Ohhh nooo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah slaps her cheek and shakes her head in dissappointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly there is a loud ripping sound and Nicola drops out the bottom of Nadine's bag. She's not moving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/6163/sl2runway2cr7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is Nicola going to be alright? How did they end up in Dundee? And what are they going to do about the new video? Find out in the next episode of &lt;em&gt;What Did The Neighbours Say?: The Secret Life of Girls Aloud&lt;/em&gt; - Coming Soon&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Play Jingle&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" width="300" height="52" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/9/14/1431438/Final%20theme2.mp3"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3229065067060597757-6499435376212876030?l=popnovella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popnovella.blogspot.com/feeds/6499435376212876030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3229065067060597757&amp;postID=6499435376212876030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3229065067060597757/posts/default/6499435376212876030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3229065067060597757/posts/default/6499435376212876030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popnovella.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-did-neighbours-say-secret-life-of.html' title='What Did The Neighbours Say?: The Secret Life Of Girls Aloud - Episode Two'/><author><name>Keef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17456972971983770960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3229065067060597757.post-9161961501309250822</id><published>2007-09-12T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T16:48:17.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Did The Neighbours Say?: The Secret Life Of Girls Aloud - Episode One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/2443/wwtnstitlenoveltf3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Play Jingle&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/9/14/1431438/Final%20theme.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene One:&lt;/strong&gt; Girls Aloud are going about their ordinary daily lives at GA Towers (they call it that, but actually it's just a standard two-strorey semi-, but Nicola sleeps in the makeshift loft 'conversion'. So technically it's three storeys). The doorbell rings and Cheryl anwers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "I thought I told you's not to bother us again, or ya for it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Lily: "Erm, sorry Lady Cole, w,w,we just wanted to know if Sarah's playin' out" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img165.imageshack.us/img165/5986/wwtnslilscharrb6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "You've got a nerve! Hold on a second. Saz! your mates are here" - she shouts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah runs down the stairs and to the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Hi guys! Are we goin' down the park?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Charlotte: "Yeah, defo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Oh Cheryl, can I play out please, pleeease?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "I dunno, ask mam!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Mum, can I go to the park with Lils and Charl?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: (from the kitchen) "Yes, okay. Just don't be too late. It's fish fingers for tea tonight"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Mmm, yummy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Lily: "Have you got your 'apple juice' (wink, wink)?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Hold on. Mum can you get me that bottle of apple juice"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img292.imageshack.us/img292/9910/wwtnskimbakitchen2xc1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimberley comes to the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Oh hello you two! No Sarah, I threw your apple juice away. It smelt like it was going off and it was all fizzing! Sorry darling"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Charlotte: "That's okay, we can get another bottle from the offy, erm, corner shop on the way".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Oh okay then. Have a nice time Sarah".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Lily &amp; Charlotte: "Bye Mrs Aloud, bye Che... Lady Cole"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "Whatever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Back for 5:30, okay Sarah love" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, Lily and Charlotte walk out of the drive. Kimberley closes the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Yeah 5:30 AM!". The girls snigger as they walk off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "Mam, are you blind?! Those two blatantly had booze on them. They're just gonna go and get pissed down the park!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Oh don't be silly. They're not that bad, and I know Sarah wouldn't dream of drinking alcohol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "God, you're so naive. Sarah shouldn't be hanging around with that pair of scummy bitches. They're a bad influence!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Now Cheryl, I don't want to hear that sort of smutty language in this house please. I agree, they wouldn't be my first choice of friends for Sarah. But everybody needs friends. Just because they come from a slightly poorer area, and they can be a bit rude, that doesn't make them horrible people"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "Mam, they both live a few doors down. And haven't you read what they've said about me in the papers?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadine hears the arguing and shouts from upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Cheryl. Come here now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "You'd better go love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl runs upstairs and enters Nadine's room, where she is sat on her throne, cocktail in hand. Nicola is giving her a pedicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img443.imageshack.us/img443/1861/wwtnsqueennadine2hh1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "Yes, your majesty"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "You didn't knock!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "Yeah, but you called me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "I don't care!" - Nadine snaps, glaring at Cheryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "But..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Now, go out and knock"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "Ah, for fuck's..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Out and knock! I'll only tell you once!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "You told me twice" - Cheryl smirks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nadine glares at Cheryl - Long silence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "You do know that you're only in this band because of me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "Well actually I think you'll find it was the public's choice..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Don't be ridiculous. I pitied you, so I pulled a few strings with Mr Walsh, and after a lot of convincing and a large sum of money, I got you in"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "Erm, I don't remember that..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Yes, and your place in the band is still up in the air you know. You haven't earned a permanent place like my other girls"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "You mean I'm not willing to suck up like the others"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "They adore me! They look up to me and respect me like any budding singer should"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "Yes, okay so..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Sarah, Kimberley and Jane treat me like the queen I am"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "Who's Jane?... Anyway, what, what was it you wanted?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "It's the album. Have you finished it yet? We're all waiting for you now, you know. We'll never have it finished by Christmas at this rate!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "Well, av been busy..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "What? Holidaying with Ashley, househunting with Ashley, babymaking with Ashley? I should never have let you go out with that man!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "Well actually we're marr... erm, yeah about the album - what about the other girls? I haven't seen them in the studio lately"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Come off it, you know their parts only take half an hour max. to record. Useless peasants"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "That's not fair! You're exaggerating! And don't be so direspectful. Nicola's right there"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Who's Nicola?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "The girl down in front of you, cleaning the fluff out from between your toes..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Oh, you mean Jane! I always thought she was called Jane. You don't mind me calling you Jane, do you darling?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nicola: "Well, actually..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Good. By the way, I want Rose Pink today, okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "You're unbelievable, Nadine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "I've warned you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: (from downstairs) "Dinner's ready!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Oooh, that was quick. What have we got today?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl &amp; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nicola&lt;/span&gt;: (with scrunched faces) "Fish Fingers"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "Oh, for fuck's sake"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene Two:&lt;/strong&gt; It's 10pm. Sarah is still at the park with friends Charlotte and Lily. Charlotte has passed out in a pool of her own vomit. Sarah and Lily are both a little worse for wear after consuming large quantities of Stella and White Lightning. They are on the swings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/1678/simpparkvr8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Oh, I wish they'd just get the message. I've started an acting career, I've modelled underwear, I'm always late for our appointments (hic). I've fed the tabloids endless rumours that I'm leaving. Why won't they just kick me out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Lily: "'Cos they're bitches, man. They're torturing you. Especially that Cheryl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Lily, they're still my friends okay, so shut up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Lily: "Sorry but they're just no good for. You're hardcore like me and Charl"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Yeah, I am though, aren't I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Lily: "Yes you are. And one day we're gonna form a badass supergroup. It would be bad man!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Yeah man, we'd sell millions, I know it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Lily: "We'll be amazing. Charlotte with her opera shit, you with your rocky edge. And me with my gangsta style..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Gangsta style? What are you on about?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Lily: "You know, 'I iz a mad bitch, a massiv bitch, an I'll mash you up if you step to me'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Oh, what are you talking about Lily...?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Lily: "Come on, we'd be amazing!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "You don't half talk some shit sometimes. I'm out of here, losers"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Lily: "But Sarah... Come back!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah walks away and Lily starts crying as she falls backwards off her swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene Three&lt;/strong&gt;: Back at GA Towers, Nicola and Cheryl are sat at the table in the kitchen-diner. Kimberley is outside in the garden with Justin. Nadine is back on her throne, upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nicola: "No, my hair is better. Red is back in. Didn't you know that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "So why have you dyed it blonde then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nicola: "It's strawberry blonde actually. Which is nearly red"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Well guys prefer brunettes. I've got a hotter bloke. How do you explain that, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nicola: "Whatever. Carl's got a bigger co.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doorbell rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "How the fuck do you know?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nicola: "Wouldn't you like to know"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doorbell rings again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "Yes I fuckin' would! That's why I asked!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nicola: "Well I ain't tellin'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: (from outside front door) "Let me in!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doorbell rings repeatedly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: (from upstairs) "Door!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl walks towards the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: (to Nicola) "You've got some explaining to do, bitch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl opens the door to let Sarah in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "Oh, it's you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah walks in looking a bit of a state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nicola: "Drunk again, are we?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "No, I've only had a bit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and Cheryl join Nicola at the table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/794/simpkitchennightam3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Anyway, I've got something to tell you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "Oh, not this again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: (from upstairs) "Who is it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nicola &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Sarah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "I don't appreciate the way you've beeen treating me, and..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nicola: "Oh what! Don't you start moaning. At least you've got a bed to sleep in!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Yeah but..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "And don't bother lecturing us about this. It's Queen Nadine upstairs you should be moaning at, deluded old witch"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "But I'm not happy..." - Sarah stars crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nicola: "It'll be okay. The good parts of the job outweigh the bad. You know that"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "And we're on tour again in a few months. Just hold it together!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nicola: "'Ang on, what's that smell?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kimberley staggers in from the garden with boyfriend, Justin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nicola: "Oh, I should've guessed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kimberley sees Justin to the front foor and smacks his bum as he walks out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Bye honey!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kimberley shuts the door and sits down with the others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "I wish you wouldn't do that, mam. It turns you into a complete moron"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Oh how else am I supposed to stay so calm all the time? It's the stress of the job, you know!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nicola: "You're almost as bad as Sarah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Listen guys..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "At least mam's not a slut like you, Nicola"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nicola: "You bitch, who are you calling a slut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kimberley: "Oh, I'm so in love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nadine walks downstairs in her pink fluffy gown&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "What is all this shouting about? I put a roof over your heads, and this is how you repay me?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "What are you on about? We all pay rent. Except, oh yeah, av had to fork out for yours for the last two months, Nadine!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine: "How dare you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "Can you all just SHUT UUUP!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the girls stare at Sarah, startled. Sarah stands up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "I've been talking to Lily and Charlotte today..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheryl: "Twats"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah: "And we've decided that... that I'm leaving the band!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the girls gasp in shock. Kimberley starts crying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will Sarah leave the band? Will they finish the album before Christmas? 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