"Julie, there's a new number one!" shouted Kayleigh to her sister.
"It's Chris Riley and it's called First Time" rushed Kayleigh, eager to hear the
Chris Riley was in his luxury palace, watching the top ten chart on his 78 inch
plasma screen television. His agent, Mark Priestman, informed him that his single
went straight to number one in just two days. Chris was pleased. He didn't look
thrilled or excited. I didn't understand why he wasn't chuffed.
Chris Riley lived in a luxurious mansion in a desolate place in the depths of
Yorkshire. His mansion had four floors each containing at least seven rooms. The
long, lavish corridors were beautifully decorated with a light blue carpet and
portraits of him posing. There was an indoor extensive swimming
pool that had gold railings. On the fourth floor there was a small private cinema
that had twenty comfortable seats with large beverage holders.
The cinema had several small spotlights and the stairs were luminous green. The
mansion had everything a person could ever want, including a huge disco, which
must have been used for parties. There was a large
stage with a bar next to it but there was no one inside it. I had looked around most
I eventually figured out which room was Chris's bedroom. It was very spacious
with little inside it. Chris had a double sized bed with basic furniture. To the left of
the room was a large photograph that showed Chris with a women and a
young girl, about four or five years old. They all looked very happy and free from
the popularity he had back in England. It looked to me as if they were on holiday
because they were on a seaside when the sun was setting to give a magnificent
I looked round the corner and spotted Chris walking towards his room. He silently
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