Lost; n.m

0.8

So we enter the costly looking home, which inside was the whole crew waiting for me. Introducing me to the cameramen and women, directors, hair and makeup artists and stylists.

There was a welcoming buzz that filled the air.

"So that's mark and grace, head of film. This is  Olivia, your stylist and Sarah, she's in charge of hair and makeup."

I say a brief hello to everyone. They all seem alright, but I can't get use to that accent and their slang. Like damn, what the hell is slab, or a stubbie?

Cameron shows me around the home I was to live in for the next 6 months, showing me to me bedroom last, where I can unpack my things.

"We start interviews in 10" he winks "we need adverts for tomorrow"

Once unpacking, I come back downs stairs as he asks and bump into Olivia.

"Nathan! Just who I wanted to see, follow me"

She tall and slim, with mouse brown hair and a slightly gapped smile as she held up a royal blue suit up beside me. "Perfect! Now go try it on"

She shoos me into a pop-up dressing stall, next to the rack of designer wear. I come back out and her jaw drops.

"Stunning! I knew this would work!" Her bubbly way of talking calmed my nerves as she straighten my tie and led me to a seat behind a camera and a happy couple. Mark and Grace.

They offer me a seat and I take it. Mark takes no hesitation as the camera starts to roll, to ask the hard hitting questions that the country wanted to know. But Grace reassured me that the more comfortable I feel to answer and expand on them, the less she would ask. Which I guess was fair.

"Why did you want to go on the bachelor Australia?" She asks

I first stutter but then remember Cameron's advice to be desirable.

I stop. Take a deep breath. And start again.

"My daughter, my daughter wanted me on this show"