Tara start asking him to autograph their arms. We head out of the boarding house and walk around the harbour, under Sydney Harbour Bridge.
‘Sorry, they’re not normally like that,’ I say.
‘Your friends are great,’ he grins. He’s been really good with them. They practically wanted to eat him.
‘Doesn’t the fame stuff do your head in?’ I ask.
‘The way I see it,’ he shrugs, ‘I love singing so if I get to do that, who am I to complain about any of the other stuff?’
‘I’d hate it. I’d hide.’
‘Come on, it’s like how you love ballet. You’d do anything to keep doing that.’
‘Err, I don’t love ballet. We’re on speaking terms. Most days.’
‘Are all your relationships that complicated?’ he asks.
‘Think I’ll pass on that one,’ I say.
We stand and look at the lights reflecting in the water.
‘You know, I think you’d be surprised by how simple things can be,’ he says and kisses me.
Wow. That was easy. Real easy.
CHAPTER 5
The next day, shooting the video is an even bigger buzz than the rehearsals. We’re using decent choreography, there are no hotpants in sight and it’s because of me. My big mouth running off with itself has done some good for a change. Myles’s vid isn’t going to suck. It’ll stand out completely from every other R&B clip on TV.
This beats hovering around
en pointe
in a tutu any day. And then there’s Myles. The abs are on show again in this vid. That’s fine by me – if you got ‘em flaunt ‘em. I can’t help thinking about our kiss last night, how close we were, alone by the harbour. Myles Kelly, the idol of thousands of girls, kissed me. I’m in danger of doing a marshmallow – getting seriously gooey …
When we finish the last shot I go over to Tara. Wild horses wouldn’t have stopped her coming.
‘That was fun!’ I say, totally pumped.
Tara hands me a towel. ‘It was brilliant.’ She’s almost as excited as I am. Even Tristanne has put down her clipboard and is smiling.
Myles joins me with Tara. ‘She’s right,’ he says to me. ‘You’re brilliant.’ And then like it’s the most obvious thing in the world he adds, ‘You should come on tour.’
Tara’s jaw drops.
‘Yeah right,’ I say.
‘I’m serious. Make a surprise career move,’ Myles suggests.
‘Are you joking with me?’
‘You’re just as good as the other dancers,’ Myles continues. ‘I know it’s not your thing but you’d make it different. We’d be better with you.’
Entering a state of total stun-ment! He actually means it. He wants me on his tour.
We’re interrupted by Tristanne, who drags Myles away to get changed for some TV interview on set.
‘I’ll be back,’ he says as he heads off. ‘Think about it. Doesn’t have to be complicated.’
Tara’s giddy with excitement. ‘You’re going on tour with Myles Kelly!’ she squeals.
‘Am I?’
‘Yes! How often do you get a chance like this? You’re going on tour, Kat. You’ll be staying in hotels and travelling and celebrities and getting room service and … ’
‘… and following Myles Kelly around.’ The reality sets in.
‘Yeah!’ says Tara. She has no idea what it’s like to follow a star around. I do.
‘Myles, some tour manager and the rest of the entourage. Being a back-up dancer for a pop singer.’
It’s just not me. All my life Mum’s dragged me around, along with a horde of publicists, stylists and journos. And it’s been great, but it’s never been ‘my’ thing. It’s always about her.
When Myles comes back from getting changed he wants to talk, but he’s only got a moment before he has to do the interview. It’s a familiar feeling, having someone you want to be with dragged away from you all the time for their career. I totally understand. This tour will be all about Myles. It has to be. He’s the one everyone will want a piece of. And on the tour that will always come first. That’s just how it works.
‘I’m serious about what I