2 Guardian articles

[Danah]

Maybe you know both of them already, maybe you don't... Anyway, I found these two articles:

The kids are all right

Pushy parents, no friends, leering adults - the world of the child pop star can be a living hell. So what chance do S Club Juniors have? Peter Robinson went behind the scenes to find out

Saturday October 26, 2002
The Guardian


S Club Juniors

In April, the greatness of S Club Juniors' debut single One Step Closer was overshadowed not just by the Sugababes, who pipped the octet to No 1, but by a wave of Daily Mail-style outrage. Though most of the 11- to 14-year-olds were already veterans of stage and screen, the critics, in between puff pieces for the next Harry Potter movie, roared that they'd been plucked from happy homes to be exploited for the benefit of Simon Fuller's satanic S Club brand - robbed of their childhood, paraded for the benefit of Jonathan King and forced to sing rubbish pop music.

The first blow for the cynics came when it turned out that last month's single, New Direction, their third, was very unrubbish indeed. But do the other points still stand? If one were, hypothetically, to spend two days with the band, would one really witness eight lonely children wedged up the pop chimney?
Wednesday, October 2

10am We arrive at the Juniors' north London abode. This is where Calvin, Stacey, Aaron and Hannah live with the band's two full-time chaperones, Pat and Mary, and where the other, local Juniors stay when there's an early start. Pat and Mary also keep note of the time - the Juniors can't work over four hours a day without permission from each member's local council, and this all has to be juggled with 15 school hours per week. Which is where they are now, behind closed doors with their personal tutor, Jo.

11.30 The tutoring finishes and eight hellos are chirped. Rochelle's is slightly less happy - she's sporting an eye patch, having had a lump removed. "Rochelle mings!" Aaron sensitively exclaims.

12.20 Stacey is sent to tidy her room. When we inspect her progress she's jumping around on the bed with Hannah.

1pm The Juniors are on their way to TV Centre to appear on CBBC's Xchange. "Do you have a CD player?" Calvin innocently asks the driver. As he hands over his Stamford Amp single, chaperone Mary lets out a world-weary sigh. It's been the soundtrack of the house for the past week.

1.05 Calvin and Aaron have agreed that the Stamford Amp b-side isn't up to much and demand track one again. Calvin perks up when Mary reveals builders near the house "have left another pallet in the skip". He's desperate for a coffee table in the living room, and a stack of pallets may fit the bill.

3.05 We arrive at TV Centre. Aaron, high on the excitement of spotting Jennifer Saunders, runs off in the direction of an ice-cream stall.

3.15 Make-up. Jay is sprawled on the sofa kicking his legs on the air, trilling "Rochelle mings! Rochelle mings," as Mary attempts to regain order. She turns to us. "I'll tell you what, when you're with them day after day... " Aaron lands on her stomach. "OOF!"

3.18 "We were on the news last night!" Aaron suddenly recalls. "They said we stole Hear'say's fans!" He lets out a demonic cackle.

3.20 Aaron emerges from a water fight with his trousers soaked, permitting Frankie to announce, in time-honoured fashion: "Look, everyone, Aaron's wet himself."

4.12 "Owww!!" howls Mary. "My boobs!" Calvin is hanging from her neck as Jay launches himself, from a chair, onto her shoulders.

4.45 Xchange rehearsals. Frankie is gargling with water, Stacey is throwing handkerchiefs around and Daisy is a human bingo machine. The boys are reviewing the video games, which seems rather more dignified.

5.00 We're backstage at Xchange. "nuts," mutters Rochelle - the much-fancied Blazin' Squad are heading her way and she's lumbered with an embarrassing eye patch. "What happened to your eye?" asks a Squaddie. "I had to have a lump removed," replies a mortified Rochelle. The silence is pierced when one of the boys unhelpfully reveals that his kid brother likes S Club Juniors.

5.50 Xchange is live on air. As the Juniors wait in the wings, someone farts. "Smell Stacey's bum!" yells Frankie. "Go on then!" challenges a furious Stacey. "Smell my bum!" The culprit is never located.

6.30 Xchange is over and S Club Juniors are recording the link for a Saturday Show competition. "Do I have to do the dance at the end?" moans Calvin. "And I don't want to do the spin." Aaron breaks the tension by showing off his freaky elbow, and day one of our S Club Juniors experience is over.

Thursday, October 3

7.30am A Soho entryphone crackles with screeches and whoops. Our hosts for the day have taken control of the Popworld intercom. In the green room, we find Jay sporting a rubber monkey mask and Calvin, headphones in place, nodding silently on a chair. He's still listening to Stamford Amp. The plan is to record a performance of New Direction for Popworld before scooting off to the studio to catch up on tutoring and record Sleigh Ride as a festive b-side.

7.40 Aaron debates the injustice of not being invited to the MOBOs. "Atomic Kitten?" he wails, waving a tabloid. "What were they doing there?" Assurance of an invite to the Disney Awards doesn't help.

8.30 Amy, their stylist, explains the problems of dressing the Juniors. Far from stripping the kids for the dirty mac brigade, her biggest task is covering them up. "We have no midriffs or low-cut tops," she says, "even though it's what they actually want to wear." On cue, Jay unveils his new T-shirt. The slogan, "Satisfaction guaranteed", prompts squeals of approval from the others.

9.10 The boys are holding court by the gents. "Someone," splutters Calvin, "has done a really big smell!"

9.50 The S Club entourage is being introduced to the camera crew. "I'm the PR," says the PR. "Well done," says a jaded cameraman.

10.00 New Direction run-through for Popworld. Aaron smiles broadly, Jay looks a bit baffled, Calvin just looks bored. Aaron slips over mid-routine and the Juniors' collective laughter sounds like gerbils in a tumble dryer.

10.15 Stacey is challenged by one of the production crew to lick a discoloured banana, for a quid.

10.16 Stacey deposits a shiny £1 in her pocket as the band record a good luck message for the kids' Stars In Their Eyes final.

2pm We're at The Depot, where production aces Jewels & Stone are perfecting the Juniors' version of Sleigh Ride. Between sessions in the vocal booth (the lyric sheet reads simply, "Ring-a-ling-a-ling-a-ding-dong-ding") the band endure a group RE session with tutor Jo. Festive clangs from the next room prove to be distracting.

Jo: "You're not working your best today." Jay: (Brandishing his homework) "Jay is working his best!" Jo: "Jay, do not answer me back. Stacey, where do your religious beliefs come from?" Stacey: "Blackpool." Rochelle: "My religion is called Discothequism and the god of that religion is... me!" Daisy: "Hannah's just put paper in my drink!" Jo: "Aaron, what have you called your religion?" Aaron: "Nothing." Jo: "It has to have a name." Aaron: "But it's the religion of nothing, so it's called Nothing." Jo: "Can you think of anything better, Aaron?" Aaron: (After long pause) "Nothingism?"

3.20 The hymn for Jay's religion will be Half A Heart by H & Claire. "The remix," he clarifies. He finds a picture of a pirate on his worksheet. "Look!" he howls, "it's Rochelle!" Rochelle kicks a giggling Calvin under the table.

4.00 Time for a PSE lesson. This week: how to deal with your mum when you've had a bad report. "Tie her up!" squeals Stacey.

4.12 Jay returns after a lengthy absence. "Why have you been so long?" asks Jo. "Because," Jay states triumphantly, "I went for a poo."

On which note, we leave a band who, behind the high spirits, farting, ringtones and water fights, really aren't the bratty stagekids you'll see on TV. They're less naive than many musicians twice their age and, if anything, the more articulate members seem to dumb down for the cameras.

"People say we're losing our childhood," Aaron reckons, "but all I do when I'm at home is muck around and play with my friends, and that's what I do in S Club Juniors." Or, as Jay puts it: "People don't need to worry - we're teenagers! We're not SEVEN!"

· S Club Juniors' debut album Together is out now.

[Danah]

Sorry to double-post, but it didn't allow me to post two articles in 1 post. Here's article 2:

Wanna be in their gang?

The road of the child pop star is littered with casualties - will S Club 8, current top of the tots, be different? Jon Ronson and Joel (aged five) are ambushed by bubbliness when they join them on a working week

Saturday September 27, 2003
The Guardian


'Good little kids': S Club 8

It's Thursday. There are 24 people inside a photographer's studio in east London. Eight of them are S Club 8. I had foolishly assumed that they were called S Club 8 because they were all eight years old. Now I realise that, had that been the case, next year they'd need to be called S Club 9, and so on, which would get confusing. Actually, they are aged between 12 and 15. They used to be called S Club Juniors, but it was decided they should be relaunched as an adult band, hence the new name.

Then there are stylists, record company people and management people - 19 Management, whose ownership of the Pop Idol format earned it $1bn (£615m) last year. There are PR people, chaperones (two chaperones for the band by law at all times), a photographer, his assistants, a competition winner (Hannah, an 11-year-old who won a Jim'll Fix It-type contest to be here today), her mother, a TV crew following her, and so on.
Rob, the PR, introduces me to all 24 people in the space of about a minute. Then he notices my bewildered expression.

"Don't worry," he says. "You'll be able to tell them apart really soon. You'll see different personalities in the band. Stacey is really bubbly. If the others are down or tired, she'll bring them right back up. Rochelle is also very, very bubbly. And crazy. Hannah's the baby of the band. She's always smiling. She smiles 24/7. Hannah! We were just saying that you smile all the time."

Hannah turns her smile towards me.

"She's called The Cutie," says Rob, "because she's always smiling. Always smiling. Always. Daisy was the Hair Queen, but now she's had her hair cut. Jay and Aaron dance all the time. Always. Actually, all of them dance all the time. Later, they might dance for you. They dance for everyone. Frankie's the all-rounder. Dancing. Singing. Calvin's the heart-throb."

"Can I get a drink out of the fridge, please?" asks Hannah, The Cutie.

"Of course you can," says Rob.

"Will you tell me their names again?" I ask.

One more time: Aaron is The Dancer. Calvin is The Heart-Throb. Jay is The Professional. (If I were Jay, I'd want a cooler nickname. I think Jay's got the runt of the nicknames.) Daisy, formerly The Hair Queen, is now Fashion Addict. Stacey is Northern Soul. Hannah is The Cutie. Rochelle is Model Behaviour. And Frankie is Poster Girl.

"Let's do the name test!" announces Rob.

The band gathers around me. I get everyone's name right except Daisy's. I apologise profusely, but she looks quite upset.

The band bounces happily around the studio. They give each other high-fives, play table football, sit on their chaperones' knees, entertain 11-year-old Hannah, the competition winner, who appears to be having the greatest day of her life, and sign posters for fans. "What have you just written on that poster?" I ask Rochelle, pointing at her illegible scribble. Rochelle squints at it. "'Love U 4 Ever," she eventually replies. "I can hardly read it myself these days."

It was very, very hard to gain access to the inner workings of S Club 8. Scores of emails went back and forth. There was worry from on high - and, apparently, among some of the parents - that I was secretly planning to "write an exposé". An exposé of what? It hadn't crossed my mind that there might be something to expose. The truth is, there is nothing more moving to me than children and young adults succeeding in the theatrical arena. Pop Idol and Popstars have me in tears of joy when things go well for the contestants. I'd have to be some kind of a monster to write an exposé. But now that the thought has been implanted, I can't get the word "exposé" out of my head.

By the end of my three days with S Club 8, I will be completely won over by their greatness. But for now I skulk around the studio like a sourpuss trying to find something to expose. At one point I even hide around a corner and peek out, in the hope that I may spot some hitherto concealed unhappiness among the band members. But there is none.

When the grown-up S Club split, there was a furore about money. During their four years together, each member reputedly earned £500,000, while the manager, Simon Fuller, over the same period, made £50m. His ownership of the Pop Idol format - and especially his US version, American Idol - earned the company $1bn last year. He's recently launched an American version of S Club Juniors, called American Juniors. It all seems very conveyor belt. Who is benefiting? Are the children overworked? Are they wearing too much make-up? Are their skirts too short? The S Club 8 children are clearly having, at this moment, wonderful, dream-like lives, but where is it going? What will happen?

"Are you always completely happy all the time?" I ask Rochelle.

"Yes," she says. She pauses and adds, "We get tired but never stressed out."

In fact, they could all be called The Cutie, because they are all always smiling.

"See how much fun it is?" says Rob, the PR.

"There's no sense of un-fun-ness here," I agree.

"It's fun," says Rob, "but it's serious." He pauses. "You don't know what a joy it is for me to be with people who care about fun and not about money."

"What sort of money do they earn?" I ask.

"I actually have no idea," says Rob, a little sharply.

"How do you stop them becoming starry?" I ask him.

"It's not me," he replies. "It's Paul and Mary." He points to the two full-time chaperones. "Paul and Mary keep their feet on the ground. If there's an inkling of them stepping out of line, it gets knocked out of them. But it never happens. Never happens. But, if it did, Paul and Mary would stop it. They're really great young adults. They love the fact that they're a little bit older. But we don't want them to grow up too quickly. That would be bad. If any of them are ever down, they pull each other back up all the time."

Perou, the photographer, takes the band outside for photographs in front of some ivy.

"We could do Adam and Eve!" says Calvin. He grabs an ivy leaf and puts it in front of his crotch.

"Put. The. Leaves. Down," warns Rob, instantly. Calvin does as he's told. Then we all go upstairs so I can interview the band.

I wish I could have been chirpier - perhaps more like the Top Of The Pops website interviewer, who recently got a wonderful interview out of them:

TOTP Is there anything that really grosses you out when kissing a girl?

Calvin Studs! Urgh! Yeah, studs in the tongue are really minging, and it would probably crack your tooth.

TOTP Name one thing that's better than a kiss.

Boys [giggles]

Aaron Er... a snog!! Or are you classing a kiss as a snog?

TOTP What's better than a snog?

Jay We're too young to know about that!

Calvin A cuddle!

And so on. I simply couldn't bring myself to ask them questions like that. It would have made me feel like some old paedophile. So instead, to my shame, I adopt the opposite approach and sound like an over-censorious headmaster:

Jon Are you aware of the fact that being nice to Hannah, the competition winner, means she's had the best day of her life, whereas, had you been dismissive of her, she might have had the worst day of her life?

S Club 8 [nod earnestly]

Daisy I don't think any of us think, "They're our fans."

Aaron We don't expect people to look up to us. Some people get really nervous. Like if they fall over in front of you, they'll think, "Oh my God, I've just fallen over in front of S Club 8." So we say, "Don't worry. We all do it." We're not different. We don't want to be different.

Jon It's very important for you not to be starry. Are you aware of your responsibility in that regard?

S Club 8 [nod earnestly]

Calvin We don't want to make anyone feel bad. We say to them, "We all make mistakes."

Frankie But we don't want to give them a big lecture.

Calvin No.

Stacey Things like that never really happen.

Jon Nonetheless, fame can have a deleterious effect on the people around you, and it's really terribly important that you put your old friends at their ease, and show them that you haven't changed.

Daisy Yeah, people say we change. But nine times out of 10, it's the people around us who change.

Jay All our friends are actually really cool about it.

S Club 8 Yeah.

And so on. Later, Rob, who listened silently and intently throughout, calls it "a very professional interview". At the time, I was impressed that Rob allowed them to speak without interjecting or coaching, but now I realise he didn't need to. They are - at this stage in their show business schooling - impeccable at coaching each other. The interview was, for me, the low point. They were just too adept at it, for eight so young. After only half an hour, I run out of things to ask, and we descend into silence.

"Um," I say, "will you sing and dance for me now, please?"

S Club 8 glance at each other. "OK," they say.

They stand up and put their new CD, Sundown, into the CD player. They gather together in formation. And they perform for me. They are brilliant. My cynicism instantly drains away and (I promise that this rarely happens to me in the workplace) I start to cry. Not only is the song delightful - "Sundown! Friday twilight in the big town! Party people getting ready now... Bring back with the funk!" - but their exuberance is spellbinding. They are having the time of their lives. I pledge to myself that I will not spend another moment with the band without my five-year-old son, Joel, being there, too. He'll love them.

My mind drifts back to something that happened 10 years ago. I was editing my first TV programme and the director was carving up an interviewee, making him look just terrible.

"Isn't that unfair?" I asked him.

"Jon," he replied, firmly, "think of it this way. One interviewee may suffer, but millions are entertained."

Even if the worst fears of the naysayers are true (which I doubt) and the S Club children are the pop-star equivalents of some thingyensian workhouse horror, being forced into hard labour, becoming psychologically scarred, like emotional time bombs, at least millions will be entertained along the way.

S Club Juniors were supposed to exist for only the shortest time. Two years ago, Simon Fuller decided that the grown-up S Club 7 should be supported on tour by a band of children. They held nationwide auditions. Nine were chosen. One dropped out (after getting a scholarship to stage school); the remaining eight were unveiled to immediate hostility.

Michele Elliott, the director of child protection charity Kidscape, said, "I hope this fails for the sake of the children. It's disgusting." Dominic Mohan, in the Sun, took the opportunity to list the black museum of child-star burnouts: "LENA ZAVARONI died from anorexia and MUSICAL YOUTH star PATRICK WAITE had a breakdown then died from a head injury while on a drug charge. And ET star DREW BARRYMORE attempted suicide at 13 and suffered years of drink and drug abuse." It wasn't, all in all, too chilling a list. The rest of Musical Youth are presumably having OK lives, and Drew Barrymore has turned out fine. But then there is Michael Jackson. And Judy Garland. Oh dear.

S Club Juniors were debuted on Children In Need. "We all came in and it was like, 'Oh my God! Geri Halliwell!' " says Jay. "We were like, 'Uuuuh.' "

"I don't know why we still get star-struck," adds Rochelle. "We know we're normal people, so we should know that they're normal people, too."

They were thrown in at the deep end, supporting S Club 7 in 15,000-capacity venues across the country. Hannah, the youngest, was 10; Aaron, the oldest, 13. The reviews were uneasily positive. "The tiny terrors 'sing' with helium perfection," wrote the Guardian, "and perform dance routines so demanding it's a wonder they have time for geography and joyrides. All good fun, although there is something faintly distressing about six micro-skirted girlies crowding together on a king-size bed... However, nothing is quite as distressing as the fact that at least two of their evil team-penned stompers sound fantastic."

Their debut single, One Step Closer, made it to number two, and the album, Together, went platinum. The critics praised them. Even Liam Gallagher, unexpectedly, announced he was a fan. "I don't mind S Club Juniors," he said. "They're all right. Better than them f**king other ones. Good little kids, man."

When the grown-up S Club split, Fuller decided to extend the lives of the Juniors in the hope that they might fill the void, which is why he's now changed their name to S Club 8. Now, just like the Monkees, the children share a house together - well, four of them do: Calvin, Stacey, Aaron and Hannah. They're the four whose families live a long way away. It's an £850,000 Docklands town house. The other four, who still live with their parents nearby, arrive at the house each morning for home tutoring.

"What's better?" I ask them. "Being home tutored or being at school?"

"Being at home," says Daisy.

"One to one," adds Calvin.

"School's good," says Stacey, "because you get to be with your friends, but home's good because you get a... a... "

" ...a better education," says Calvin.

Paul and Mary, the chaperones, are with them at all times, and they stick to a strict rota of schoolwork, rehearsals, public appearances, etc.

We arrange to meet again on Saturday morning, at the studios for ITV's CD:UK. The band has to get up at 5am for a 7.30am rehearsal, before appearing live at 11am. I turn up with Joel, my five-year-old, at 9am. To prepare Joel, I played him the video for Sundown last night, and he insisted we watch it 40 times.

"Are we really meeting them?" he says. "Are they teenagers? Real teenagers?"

"Yes," I say.

"Whoa," he says. "Man."

On our arrival at Riverside Studios, Joel says, "I don't feel ready to meet them yet. I'm actually a little bit scared."

"Maybe we should stay in the cafe for a moment," I say, "to prepare ourselves."

We sneak into the cafe. Suddenly, Joel freezes and lets out a small yelp.

"What?" I say.

And then I see S Club 8 running towards us, yelling, "You must be Joel! Hi Joel! Are you Joel?"

Joel, in paroxysms of terror, spills his milk all over the floor. Frankie (Poster Girl) immediately rushes to the counter, finds a handful of napkins, gets down on her hands and knees, and cleans up the milk. Joel and I gaze down at her.

"How do you stop them from being starry?" I ask Mary the chaperone later.

"Well," she replies, "Calvin was a bit starry yesterday, so I made him Hoover the stairs."

We follow the band into their dressing room and watch them getting made-up.

"How old are you?" Frankie asks Joel.

Joel grins and says nothing.

"What school do you go to?" asks Jay.

Joel says nothing.

"He's very excited," I explain, "and a little shy."

"Daddy!" groans Joel, mortified. Then he punches me in the face and turns to S Club 8 for approval. There is a slightly awkward silence, while S Club 8 glance reproachfully at Joel.

I'm delighted to say that, as a result of their disapproving glances, Joel has not punched me in the face since. When he clenches his fists, I just have to say, "S Club 8 wouldn't punch their parents," and he stops. It is a watertight argument. At first glance Joel's three great loves - S Club 8, Power Rangers and the Scooby Doo gang - have little in common. But now I see that they are not so different. They are all well-behaved teenage gangs. They all use their power for good. It is very clever of Fuller to realise that children love nothing more than well-behaved teenage gangs.

"Jon! Joel!" says Karen from the group's record company. "Do you want to meet another pop star?"

"Oh yes," I say.

We follow Karen down a hallway and are ushered into another dressing room. The atmosphere couldn't be more different. Gone are the bright lights, the giggles of the children, the high-fives. Here, the lights are low, the ambience smooth and mellow. In the middle stands a louche, Jim Morrison-like figure.

"Hi," purrs Gareth Gates, in the half-light.

"Can my son have your autograph, please?" I ask.

"Sure," he drawls.

"He has gone a bit George Michael, hasn't he?" says Karen in the corridor outside.

Hannah The Cutie's father is here today to watch the show. He hovers - slightly awkwardly - in the background, looking as if he doesn't know where to stand. I ask him if he goes to all their TV appearances and he says, "No. This is the first one ever." He pauses. "It's just that we're taking Hannah home with us for the weekend so it seemed sensible to meet her here."

He seems almost apologetic to be here. He works on the Thames in cargo haulage. Hannah was just 10 when she was uprooted to join S Club Juniors.

"It must have been a difficult decision for you," I say.

"Of course it was," he replies. "But what if your son got picked for Manchester United? How can you turn something like that down? You have to go with it."

Would I have done the same had I been in his position, had Joel been picked from 10,000 hopefuls for an uncertain, worrying but possibly brilliant future? I think I'd have to.

"Do all your friends like S Club 8?" Rob asks Joel.

"I'm not sure they've all heard of it," Joel replies.

At this, I'm surprised to see Rob crumble a little. He looks momentarily heartbroken. "But they've all heard of S Club Juniors," I say, trying to make him feel better.

"That's right," says Joel. "They've all heard of S Club Juniors."

At this, Rob perks up.

"He seemed really upset when I said my friends hadn't heard of S Club 8," says Joel later.

It's true. It was an over-intense response. The more time I spend with the adults around S Club 8, the more I realise how childlike they are. When Rob had said all that stuff about Stacey being bubbly and Rochelle being bubbly, I assumed he was spinning me a bit of PR machinery. Now I think he was listing off their positive character attributes in the same way a teen would write Hannah Is A Cutie on his schoolbag.

The next morning, Joel asks me to invite S Club 8 to stay the night at our house. In a slight flap - I fear that such a sudden withdrawal from the S Club gang may be bad for his psyche - I phone Rob to ask if we can see them one last time. He invites us to the Disney Channel studios on Wednesday.

"Remember the last time we were here?"

Rochelle is sitting on Rob's knee in the corner of the Disney studio. Rob is rubbing her back. Soon they will mime Sundown on live television. Now they are resting between rehearsals.

"I remember!" laughs Rob. "They made you say, 'I'm Kim Possible' over and over again."

"It was a tongue-twister," says Rochelle. " 'I'm Kim Possible! I'm Kim Possible!' And Calvin and Jay were off-camera making me laugh!"

"Yeah," says Rob, wistfully, rubbing her back. "That was funny."

"Frankie looks different!" I say to Rob.

"She's done her hair differently," says Rob.

When the Guardian recently interviewed Simon Fuller, the billionaire owner of Pop Idol, the various S Clubs and Gareth Gates, he said, "I'm just like a child. I get so enthused."

The quote was considered a hollow one, an easy thing for him to say to deflect accusations of child exploitation. But I'm beginning to understand. During my first meeting with S Club 8, I had a cynical attitude. Today, like the other grown-ups around the band, I'm finding it much easier to be childlike. S Club 8 are not children adrift in an industry of adults. They are children in an industry of children.

When it's time for Joel and me to leave, I say, "It was great to be with the S Club gang again."

"Everyone's in the S Club gang!" says Rochelle.

"That's right!" says Rob.

"I'm thinking of starting a new S Club for five- and four-year-olds," announces Joel.

"That's a great idea," says Jay.

"A brilliant idea," says Rob

· Sundown, the single, is released on Monday. The album, also called Sundown, is released on October 13.

[dash]

Them are really good ;D Thanks Danah

[emilythebest]

ive read then before they're well good thanks.

[kales]

I love the first one haha

[Samantha]

i like the second one

[franxfan]

awwww how cute!!!!

[dash]

These remind me of the good times

[x-Mrs.Cullen-x]

*Lost in memories* thanx for them

[*Flick*]

Thats my faveourite ever article, everytime i read it, it makes me feel really happy.

[uranaikko]

I have read the first one and i love it..
but i olso like the second one... how lucky he was, being with the s club

[xxxabigailxxx]

oh yay i posted the first one but i didnt have the second one
thanks danah

[sassagirl]

s club 8 are so lucky i'd like to be on their place,don't you?

[*Leelee*]

read the first one before but i've never read the secong one untill now it's good

[lissy]

I had never read the second one before. Thanks!