Spotlights. Ant & Dec | ✔️

Chapter 1: Late.

"Shit shit shit! I'm gonna be late!"

A short blur of brown hair rushed about the small Manchester bedsit, franticly searching through the messy chaos for a sock whilst simultaneously stumbling over trying to pull on a pair of black jeans and a checkered blue and black dress shirt.

After the young man hurried out the door he quickly found himself diving back into the tiny rented apartment to grab his keys, wallet, guitar and paperwork. Not able to waste anymore time he hopped through the door once again, still trying to pull on his last shoe before full on bolting down the old creaky stair of his block of flats at a deadly pace.

"Slow down boy before you hurt yourself, what's got you in such a rush this morning?"

"It's the audition today maggy, and I overslept I'm gonna be late!"

"Ah well in that case better get going. Good luck Declan sweetie knock 'em dead." Declan quickly rushed over to the small old lady, placing a polite charming kiss on her cheek before smiling, picking up his guitar and continuing his rushed journey to the venue.

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"Mr McPartlin I'm afraid this is going to have to be your last autograph we need to get you into makeup."

"Ay two seconds." The Geordie smiled and laughed his way through the gathering of loud fans shouting his name, signing as many autographs as possible and giving out the occasional hug.

"Ant we really do have to get going." Informed Ants PA quietly.

"Alright I'm coming. Thank you everyone it's been lovely to see you all but I'm afraid I've gotta go and do some work for once." The famous presenter waved to his fans before being guided by a large man, with 'security' written on his back and an earpiece travelling to his ear, they were followed closely by his personal assistant and closest- and maybe only real friend Stephen Mulhern.

"Okay I have your schedule for today that you can have a copy of..." The younger man juggled with his file of paper work before pulling out a sheet and inspecting it quickly before handing it to his boss who was keeping up a fast pace towards the dressing room, smiling at nervous contestants as he went- making all the women blush and giggle, Stephen rolled his eyes: he loved Ant, he was a great boss aswell as a great friend and he cared for him but he could be such a showoff sometimes. "...here you go. You'll notice I've pencilled in a short discussion with Simon before the end of your lunch break but he said he may catch you before just to see how you're getting on... oh and management called, James grant wants you to call him as soon as you get a chance..."

"What about?" The presenter interrupted, staring at his phone whilst makeup artists swarmed around him.

Stephen adjusted his glasses, looking up from his notes. "Didn't go into too much detail, something about the edited contract for the live shows and a new publicity plan."

"Can't my lawyers take a look? I'm swamped at the moment."

"He wants to run the ideas by you first before moving anything forward."

"Alright fine I'll call him. How long till they want me for the first link?"

"Uhhh... T minus... 4 mins." Ant closed his eyes and tilted his head back, taking in a deep breath. "You Alright Ant?"

"Yeah just tired is all. Didn't get much sleep last night."

"You work too hard." Stephen commented worriedly.

"Better to work too hard than too little Ay Stevie." Stephen sighed to himself, looking sadly at his tired friend, he'd known Ant for 2 years now and had quickly come to admire his drive. Anthony McPartlin loved his job and was extremely good at it but Stephen could tell he's not always the happy Geordie lad you'd see on TV, and apart from himself as a friend he can tell Ant was lonely and isolated but that's not because he wasn't a nice person it just seemed that's the price of fame.