Welcome to The Diary of Roxy Collins – The Serious Relationship Series.
Every Thursday you can read Roxy’s diary entries.
They record the emotional highs and lows of her new serious relationship with Marcus, the man of her dreams. He lives on the posh side of town, drives a flash car and doesn’t mind her wild kids or the wobbly bits on her hips and thighs. Has Roxy finally found true love?
How will their new relationship survive when Roxy enters the TV talent show ‘Search For a Star’?
“Mam,” says Matilda. “You have to go back into that audition room and sing on your own. To hell with what your so-called mates think!” She glares at Shaz and Orange Lorna, who are sat huddled, on the other side of the waiting area.
“Let Roxy make her own decision.” Marcus is sat next to me, holding my hand.
I lean into his broad shoulder. “Are we friends now?” The tattoo argument seems to have been forgotten.
He smiles and kisses me on the forehead. “I was wrong to think you were two timing with me someone called Martin. Your friend (he points to Useful Kim) put me right about the drunken tattoo mix up.”
I stroke his tanned hand.
He carries on. “I also witnessed your accident with Hugo Rocco. You slipped on the carpet. These things happen. It wasn’t like you got carried away and threw yourself at him.”
I shake my head and stare into his intense blue eyes. “What’s happening Marcus? It feels like there’s so much tension between us.”
When Marcus and I got together I assumed everything would be heavenly but our new relationship feels like an emotional mine field. Surely we are strong enough to survive a misspelt tattoo and a TV talent show audition?
Marcus lowers his head. “You have turned me into a teenager again, Roxy.”
“In what way?” I whisper, as he lifts his handsome face to mine.
“I want to see you all the time, I am struggling with jealousy and trying to control powerful urges for you. Your leopard print mini dress is not helping by the way.” His eyes roam over my audition outfit.
“Oh, Marcus,” I coo, giving him a cuddle.
He peppers my neck with tiny kisses. “Oh, Roxy.”
“Ugh. Think I am going to be sick in my mouth if I have to listen to much more of you two,” interrupts Matilda, shaking her head at us. “Hugo Rocco thinks you can sing, Mam, get back in there and do your solo audition!”
I shake my head. “I can’t walk away from our pop band. Shaz is so upset with me.”
My chest aches at the thought of my best mate, Shaz, not speaking to me. I know this pop band was a big thing for her, especially as she’s going to lose her job at the beauty salon.
Matilda rolls her eyes. “I tell you something, if my besties; Lou and Pixie Lil, threw a wobbly at me, after Hugo Rocco had told me I could sing, they could think twice about appearing on my YouTube channel again.”
Marcus turns to Matilda. “You have a YouTube channel?’
Matilda flicks her long red hair out of her eyes. “Errr yea. 10,978 followers and filmed entirely from my bedroom, if you must know.”
“What do you talk about on your YouTube channel?’ Marcus turns to face my daughter.
Matilda exhales loudly. “Important stuff.”
“Like what?” asks Marcus.
“You oldies would not be interested,” she says, with a sigh. “Anyway, I let Lou and Pixie Lil appear in my videos. Lou moans about her mother a lot and Pixie Lil gets angry about everything; her teachers, her homework marks, her boyfriend, the cost of hair dye and being small.”
“Sounds fascinating,” says Marcus, with a hint of sarcasm. He turns his attention back to me. “So, what are you going to do, Roxy?”
Before I can say anything Useful Kim appears in front of me, wiping her sweaty brow with a tissue. “I didn’t realise managing a pop band, consisting of three thirty something women, one with money issues, one on crutches and who has caught the attention of world-famous music mogul, Hugo Rocco, could be so stressful.”
Matilda rises to her feet. “Oldies these days love unnecessary drama. I mean just look at these two.” She points to Marcus and I.
I glare at her.
She looks around the audition room. “Mam, where has Brian gone?”
“He’s taken Harry and Toby home as they had a fight and knocked over a TV camera man.”
Useful Kim raises her hands, “I think the band needs to hold crisis talks.”
Trevor, Useful Kim’s son, comes charging across the audition waiting area. “Mum, the ambulance is here.”
Useful Kim gives him a nod and turns back to us. “Give me a minute, Roxy, some girl has had an allergic reaction to one of my fake tan products. Need to calm her down, so we’re going to give her another shade, free of charge.”
Shaz, Orange Lorna, Useful Kim and I are all stood in the toilets, by the sinks.
“Sorry, Roxy,” says Shaz, coming to stand next to me. “I was wrong to have a go at you. Losing my job in the beauty salon is getting to me.”
I open my arms and we fall into a tearful hug. “I am sorry too.”
“What for?” asks Shaz. “You sang brilliantly. We were the ones singing out of tune.”
“But this band was your idea,” I say, thinking back to Shaz, bursting through my back door with an excited look on her face and telling us about the idea she’d had about us all forming a pop group.
Shaz shrugs. “Yea it was, but I am happy to let it go….if you become famous.” She looks at me and squeals. “Now, get back in there and knock Hugo Rocco’s musical socks off!”
“So, is the band splitting up?” asks Useful Kim, taking out her phone.
Orange Lorna picks up her crutches. “No it’s not. One of our band members is going off to work on her solo project for a bit. I’ve seen it happen to all the famous pop bands.”
Useful Kim nods. “Just tweeting an update to the band’s 6 Twitter followers, who are desperate for news. You have to start somewhere with social media.”
I am stood up and ready to go into my solo audition.
“Go get ’em, Mam!” says Matilda. “Just think I can interview you on my You Tube channel if you become famous.”
Marcus loops his arm around my waist. “Best of luck, Roxy, hurry back as we have a night in a luxury hotel waiting for us.”
“What are you going to sing?”asks Shaz.
“It has to be Cher,” I say, as a swarm of butterflies enter my chest.
Shaz casts me a worried glance. “Be careful, you know what you’re like when you sing Cher.”
Orange Lorna raises her bronzed eyebrows at me. “Roxy, don’t sing Cher. Please listen to us. I don’t know what it is about her music but it always gets you into trouble.”
Matilda grabs my arm. “Don’t sing Cher, Mam!”
I shake my head. “I need Cher’s help. She’ll get me through to the next round.”
Marcus looks puzzled. “What are you all going on about?”
Useful Kim pats him on the shoulder. “Come and sit down with me, Marcus.”
I am following a production assistant down a corridor towards the audition room.
The TV cameras follow me as I walk back in front of the judges.
My heart breaks into a gallop as a sexy smile spreads across Hugo Rocco’s face.
“You’ve come back to sing on your own,” he says, in a deep voice.
They all nod as the opening music to Cher’s classic hit, If I could turn back time, fills the air.
The song finishes and I am emotionally spent. I put everything into that song. At one point, when I had my eyes closed, I even felt Cher was with me.
Silence has descended upon the audition room. The only voices I can hear are outside. Mainly Matilda’s as she’s peering through the door giving everyone a running commentary.
“Mam nailed it!”
Hugo Rocco starts to clap. “Roxy, I think you have great potential.”
Karen G Tirazz nods in agreement. “Love you and your leopard print dress too!”
We all turn to look at the third judge, CC Tickle Heart. She shakes her head. “I’m not a fan, Roxy. Sorry. It wasn’t my thing. You sounded like a pub singer.”
My heart sinks.
I stifle a stinging sensation at the pub singer comment.
Matilda’s loud voice drifts into the audition room. “I never liked CC Tickle Heart’s music.”
The judge grins. “Although, well done on catching Hugo’s eye. He talked non stop about you in the dressing room earlier.”
Heat blossoms on my cheeks as I feel his dark eyes lock onto me.
“OMG!” cries Matilda.
Hugo Rocco places his hands in front of him. “Roxy, I think you have two judges who want you so I am pleased to say…..you are through to the next round!”
His words send a huge surge of excitement and happiness right through me.
After spending years, singing into the shower foam can in the shower, I am finally getting the chance to follow my dreams.
Something is building inside of me. I think I might wet myself.
Unable to control my own powerful urges I race towards the judges, squealing and screeching. After quickly shaking Karen’s hand and ignoring CC Tickle Heart, I totter at speed towards Hugo Rocco. To my horror I trip on my stiletto and accidentally launch myself over the judge’s desk and land on Hugo Rocco’s lap.
In a moment of TV talent show madness our lips somehow come together and we find ourselves enjoying a sensual and passionate kiss.
The cries from an excited TV production team, “all cameras on the kiss!” bring me back to earth with a jolt.
So does the voice of my teenage daughter. “Proud family moment for me. Mam’s getting off with one of the judges to secure her place on the show.”
“Bet you wish you could turn back time,” says Orange Lorna, nudging me, as we listen to Marcus groaning, with his head in his hands.
There will be more from Roxy next week.
All Roxy stories are stored here.
Have a great day!