Mark Interview

I'm backstage with Mark Feehily. Strangely enough, I didn't need to use my pepper spray.

Gem: Hi Mark. I'm here from Westlife Mania...

Mark: Wait! You're the one with the vases! *cowers*

Gem: Ahem. Let's put that incident behind us.. I have some questions for you.

Mark: *Looks suspicious* OK.

Gem: First. What is this with Ebony?

Mark: Who?

Gem: Right.. So, hows this fame thing?

Mark: Oh, I dated Ebony, but it was nothing serious. I'm single now.

Gem: *Gets confused* Mark, are you alright?

Mark: *voice getting constantly weirder* Fame isn't a word I associate with myself.

Gem: *whacks Mark on the head. Sparks fly from Marks head. Worry* Mark?!

Mark: I'm fine. I'm single now. Are you famous?

Gem: *realises that Mark is probably not even in the building* That wuss!! Leaving a darned machine to do his job.. what's he scared of?!

A few minutes later, having used the pepper spray, I discover the whereabouts of the smartassed Westlifer.

Gem: Morning, Mark.

Mark: *shakes considerably* Hi..

Gem: *smiling sweetly* How's it going, famous boy?

Mark: It's OK, thanks.

Gem: Have you ever wanted to be in a film?

Mark: *Getting quieter* Not really.

Gem: Are you shy?

Mark: A bit.

Gem: *Sits by Markie and strokes his hair (Yes, he has hair)* Awww.

Mark: Thanks. *shifts away slowly*

Gem: *Gives Markie chocolate* There ya go.

Mark: Thanks.

Gem: You OK?

Mark: *nodding* Thanks.

Gem: *Getting ever so slightly annoyed* Can you stop saying thanks? You're like Shane!

Mark: *Looks shocked* Like SHANE?!?

Gem: Yeah. *Realising what he means* What's wrong with Shane, you little (bleep)-ing (bleep)-edy (bleep) !!!

Mark: Sorry. *goes all shy and puppy-like*

Gem: Darnit that's cute... But you're not getting away with it, you....yooouuu......

I begin hurling microphones at Mark. Hey, there were no vases! I get thrown out of the window again. I suspect Mark of something. He was later seen hi-fiving Kian. Cheeky git.

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