Hopelessly Devoted to Holden Finn by Tilly Tennant

acoustic set, a quick interview, and then we’ll call you in and you can ask them some questions of your own.’
    ‘OMG that will be epic!’ Paige said breathlessly.
    ‘I hope so,’ Raveena laughed.
    They turned from the narrow corridor into a much wider one, lined with windows that looked into various studio spaces. Most were empty, but one contained an older man and a sound engineer. ‘Newsreader,’ Raveena said, sweeping a hand towards it. The next window along revealed a much larger studio. Bonnie felt her legs begin tobuckle as she saw four fabulously dressed young men sitting on tall stools, singing and grinning at each other like loons.
    ‘Oh my God!’ Paige squealed.
    Annabel just grabbed Paige’s arm and stared.
    ‘And I don’t need to tell you who is in that studio,’ Raveena smiled. ‘They’re on-air right now; once we get a chance between songs, we’ll slip in and get comfy and you can have a quick word off-air.’
    ‘Will we be able to hear them sing?’ Paige asked.
    ‘I’m sure they won’t mind you listening in while they do their unplugged set.’
    ‘Brilliant!’ Paige sighed as Annabel shot her a huge grin.
    They looked towards the booth, where it seemed the boys had stopped singing and were now relaxing on their seats. Raveena pushed open the studio door and the sound engineer waved her in.
    ‘We’re good to go, guys,’ Raveena smiled. ‘Are you ready to meet Every Which Way?’
    Bonnie watched as Paige and Annabel were led through into the studio. Paige turned once with a huge grin and gave her mum a little wave. Bonnie smiled, ignoring the tiny tick of envy deep inside her. She couldn’t remember the last time she had seen Paige look so elated. Bonnie stepped back towards a row of seats outside the studio. She saw one of the boys – Brad, as far as she could remember – nod in her direction and say something to Raveena.
    Next thing, Raveena stuck her head out of the door again as Paige and Annabel turned to look at her. ‘Would you like to come in?’ Raveena asked. ‘You’d have to sit and be quiet while the girls chat to the band on air, but you’re more than welcome.’
    Bonnie didn’t realise her mouth had fallen open until she noticed how dry it had become. Go in? All this time she had been dreaming of meeting Holden, it had never seemed a real, actual possibility – even now as she stood outside a room he was inside. Part of her wondered if she even wanted to meet him. The thought terrified her and excited her all at the same time. What would he make of her? She’d look like a middle-aged idiot, sitting next to two beautiful and lively teenagers and drooling over a gorgeous international megastar?
    This inner debate took a fraction of a second, and before she even knew what she was doing, Bonnie had followed Raveena’s beckoning hand. The next moment, she found herself standing in the booth behind her daughter.
    ‘This is Paige and Annabel,’ Raveena said, indicating the girls in turn. Each boy – Holden, Nick, Brad and Jay – shook Paige and Annabel’s hand. Every time they touched the girls almost collapsed in fits of breathless giggles. Raveena waved a hand towards Bonnie. ‘This is Paige’s mum….’
    ‘Oh… I’m Bonnie,’ Bonnie said, forgetting to offer her hand and just standing with her mouth slightly open as she gazed at Holden. He was dressed casually, but it seemed that the whole look – from the effortlessly styled hair to the seemingly relaxed wardrobe – had been carefully constructed for maximum sex appeal. The other boys, attractive as they were, seemed to melt into the background of his perfection.
    ‘Bonnie?’ Holden said, raising an immaculate eyebrow. ‘That’s an unusual name. Are you Scottish?’
    Bonnie felt herself blush. She was just wondering whether to tell some romantic sounding story about her name when Paige cut in.
    ‘Nah. My nan just totally loves Bonnie Tyler.’
    Holden turned to her, looking confused now. ‘Er,