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Jamie
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Luke
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Matt
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"Pete Waterman on line 1!" came the shout. It was Tracy, the new receptionist at Armrug HQ. She's got great pins but she's a bit mouthy. "Pete Waterman's on the phone!" she yelled. It'd been like this for months, every couple of days we'd have Pete on the phone begging to speak to us, but we were having none of it. "Tell him we're busy, in a meeting or something, we'll call him back" said I. Of course we never returned his calls.
It carried on like this for some time until one day Pete turned up in reception. I don't know how he found us; our HQ is in a secret underground location with a series of ingenious booby-traps hidden in the only access tunnel. It was obvious from Pete's dishevelled look and bloodied face that he'd been on his own little Indiana Jones adventure to get here, so being kindly souls we agreed to speak to him when we had a window.
The next window was three weeks later. Much to Pete's credit he stuck it out; kipping on the floor in reception and using his considerable charms to talk Tracy into delivering snacks to him whenever possible. He seemed like a man on the edge, perhaps he'd fallen on hard times, I don't know, I don't read Heat.
Finally, we found a window in our busy schedules to see the poor man. He immediately started his spiel, he'd had 18 months of phone calls and 3 weeks on a cold reception floor to get it right. We were sold right away. It sounded like a dream come true.
Pete wanted to start up a new boy band, but one with an edge, something a bit more rock. "You're the boys for me" he kept saying. We loved it, he's very charismatic. We talked for hours about Kylie and trains, until eventually he convinced us to sign on the dotted line.
And so that's how we came to be where we are today, a minor unsigned indie band playing in toilet venues across the country with other small-time bands. Its a dream come true I tell you. A dream come true. Thanks Pete.
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