"I hope she's trouble... could do with a bit more trouble." Blue-eyed charmer, Ricky Wilson chuckled whilst finishing his interview on newbie Rita Ora.
After he finished with his interviews he went straight over his dressing room, where he got changed ready to go back to his hotel room. Whilst walking out of the building he bumped into Rita Ora - who had also just finished her interviews for The Voice UK.
"Nervous?" Ricky asked.
"Not as nervous as you'll be as soon as you see me at the blinds." Rita cheekily replied.
With a smile on his face Ricky asked "So... How were the interviews?"
"I think they went OK." Rita replied.
Ricky raised an eyebrow at Rita. "Think?"
"Erm, yeah. They were my first ones so I don't know what to expect, you know? But I can tell you one thing - I'm certainly ready to kick your ass at the blinds." Rita winked and swiftly carried on walking.
Ricky also carried on walking with a small smile on his face.
"Rita Ora..." He whispered to himself.
Back at his hotel room, after kicking off his shoes and turning on the TV, Ricky decided he'd lay down and relax for the night, he had to be ready for all the work he had coming up.
He started to drift off pretty quickly but was then awoken by the sound of his phone beeping. It was a text message from Rita: "Hey, are you ready for The Voice 2015 party? Starts in 5 x." Ricky looked really startled.
Although it didn't take him long to realise he had forgot something.
"Shit! The party!"
"Hey, stuck in traffic, won't be long, don't miss me too much ;) xx. " He quickly typed back.
With no choice but to pick up something off the floor he threw on a grey shirt, black trousers and a black waistcoat, slipped on the shoes closest to the door, grabbed his phone and room pass. After locking the door, he quickly fled the building ready to call his driver and tell the driver to pick him up from the hotel and take him to Heaven night club in the centre of London.
"Let's go Tim, you need to fit a half hour drive into approximately 5 minutes - so step on it!" Ricky fretted.
"No problemo!" Tim, the driver replied. Although he was being positive, Tim knew this was not going to happen.
Traffic wasn't good at all - this made Ricky extremely nervous because he knew he was already late for the party. The party started at 8 o'clock and the time was already quarter past.
"Hey Tim, how long until we get there?" Ricky called to the front of the car.
"I'd say at least another 5 minutes."
"Really?" Ricky groaned.
Ricky's phone pinged. It was another text from Rita: "Where are you? The party started 15 minutes ago! Your manager is getting really frustrated, hurry up!!!"
Ricky replied with: "Wish I could! Been in the car for bloody ages! Won't be long... I hope x."
"Just round the corner now Rick." Tim called.
Finally, as the long car journey came to end, Ricky leaped out of the car and headed straight to the doors of the party.
