The first round of auditions was a bit mad. All these wannabe pop stars sitting around trying to look wacky/soulful/tragic (delete as appropriate) to catch the attention of the TV cameras. At least we had a cracking back story. It's the story of me, Agnes, Jimmy, and baby Alfie, too: the tears, the tragedy, the broken homes, and feuding families, the star-crossed lovers. And only some of it was made up. If I say so myself, it was genius: a surefire golden ticket to stratospheric stardom. Or at least that was the plan....
