X Factor house 2014
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Last published Sat, Nov 18, 2017
OMG, so today was the happiest, craziest day of my life.I was standing there in the cold staring at the big silver gates with several other fans for about six hours.....
Until they came one by one in there black taxis, not knowing who was in which taxi as the windows was tinted, as they drove past us shutting the gates behind them.My heart started pumping against my chest as if it was hammering its way out, my hands were shaking I couldn't even hold my phone.Then the gates started opening as the security guard was telling us all to stop making so much noise, they come out, we took loads of photos they even signed my phone case,the x factor contestants are so nice, the x factor house was massive!!!!
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