Whilst I waited for Mr Mega Famous and his chest to finish showering, I decided to use the time to chat with some of the backing singers and dancers. I thought it would be good to hear from those who know Rhys Ryan really well, who work with him regularly. From them, I have pretty much gathered that they all respect and admire him very much. On many an occasion, he's referred to as 'dope' 'badass' 'the bomb' 'funny' 'loyal' 'awesome' 'superstar' 'passionate' and pretty much all of them said that he's an absolute perfectionist in everything that he does. Many of his dancers and some of his singers have watched him grow as an artist, they have journeyed along with him on his musical path. They all said that the evolution of Rhys Ryan has been awe inspiring, especially when he's had to cope with the press constantly trying to beat him down in one way or another. One guy told me that just because he is Rhys Ryan, the media think that it's not okay for him to have a bad day, that it's not okay for him to have stuff going on in his private life. The same guy went on to tell me that he's still a human being, and although he is who he is, he should still be allowed to act like one.

Talking to the singers and dancers really was insightful. Not a single person had anything negative to say about him, yet it seems that is all the press seem to have on him. It's such a shame, it really is.

I've only spent my Friday evening with Rhys Ryan and I already know that he is passionate as an artist and passionate as a person. Passionate people tend to have this volatility within them, and it's that volatility that puts fire in their belly. As one of the dancers rightly said, Rhys Ryan is a human being, so should be allowed to act like one. He should be allowed to show his emotions without being muddied in the media for it. Just because he's a star, doesn't mean he can't say no.

No to paps.

No to the press.

No to over zealous fans.

I think that when someone becomes so hugely famous, we forget that they still have rights. What I am now wanting to come from out of this 'Access All Areas' with Rhys Ryan; it's that I do him media justice, both as a person and as an artist.

Yes, he can be closed off about his private life.

Yes, he's a vagina hopper.

Yes, he can be difficult at times.

But he's entitled to be all of those things. It just shouldn't define him any longer. There's so much more to who he is as a man and who he is as a singer. The world just hasn't seen it yet.

I cautiously went into this interview with an open mind. I had to put aside all that I have previously seen or been told about Rhys Ryan, otherwise I would have been professionally letting him down. I literally had dreaded doing this job, and dreaded going to the concert. But my opinion of the idol has completely changed. Because beneath all of the fame and the musical brilliance, lies a very real human being. One that is charming, silly, intelligent, witty and annoying. I love that he's so normal. I love that we are talking one minute, then bickering and laughing the next. That's the glory of normality. The glory of being human.

"Hey, you ready?" Cameron taps me on my arm, just as I'm flicking through some of my written notes on my notepad.

"Yeah, ready." I say with a small smile, noticing that Rhys Ryan is not too far behind him. Both of them are now beginning to look a little tired. Which is hardly surprising as it's nearly midnight.

I watch Rhys come closer. His hair looks a lot darker because it's still damp from his shower and up close, he's definitely looking a little more jaded now. His after-show buzz has most certainly been washed away. "So what now?" I cheerfully ask, trying to keep my own tiredness at bay.

"Sleep." He wearily mumbles.

"Well if there's no wild after party happening, I'll just head home, then." I am actually happy to go now. I've had a wonderful time. I have loads of interview content and pictures. All in all, it's been a really productive evening. And I'm beginning to look how they feel—tired.

"My driver can drop you home after he's dropped us off at the hotel." Rhys is looking at me with his serious sage eyes.

With gratitude, I place a hand on my chest. "That's really kind of you, but I can just as easily get a taxi from outside the stadium."

With an annoyed tut and a pinched expression, Rhys looks at me really hard. "Thorn by name, Thorn by nature. You really are a thorn in my side, Clara...you're coming with us!" As if he knows I am just about to argue, he holds up his index finger. "Don't even think about it. It's not up for heated debate. I'm tired. You're tired. My driver will take you home."

My defensive body relaxes. I really am too tired to argue back. Instead, I mumble out my gratitude. "Thanks."

His face momentarily illuminates. "You're welcome." He then starts walking on ahead before suddenly stopping again. "Oh, and be ready for eight as my driver will also pick you up in the morning." Waiting for me to catch up with him, his eyes are once again firmly back on me. "I have an early start tomorrow. A photoshoot. Some studio time. A vlog to record. Signing merchandise. A few transatlantic calls to make and if I have time, I'd like to do a little shopping."

My head flinches back slightly. "Shopping?"

With a tired smile pulling up the corners of his mouth, he slowly nods. "I'm leaving on Sunday and I always like to get my mom a little something from wherever I have toured."

As he has on many an occasion this evening, Rhys Ryan has once again sweetly surprised me. "I'll be ready." I eagerly tell him, no longer feeling quite as tired now.

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Will then comes hurriedly around the corner, sounding slightly out of breath. "Drivers are here!"

For the second time tonight, I find myself sandwiched between Rhys Ryan and Cameron, only it's Cam who has a guiding hand nearly touching my lower back. Giving him a sideways glance, I smile. There is a part of me that is wondering why his hand feels the need to guide me, when I am already between two people who seem to know exactly where they are going. Then there is a part of me that doesn't mind where his guiding hand appears to be, because it's there in the most polite of ways.

Once we get to the prestige car, there seems to be an awkwardness over where everyone is to sit. As myself and Rhys get in the back, Will and Cameron seem to silently squabble over who will take the seat to my left. After much sighing and looks of annoyance at one another, Will eventually takes his place beside me and Cam begrudgingly sits in the front with the driver whilst Jules and everyone else are left to take the car behind us. As soon as Cameron and the driver start chatting to one another, Rhys whispers to me. "He likes you."

Frowning, I quickly turn to look at him. "Who? Cam?" Rhys nods, without a single expression upon his exhausted face. In all honesty, I don't actually know how to respond. After such a fabulous but tiring evening, I'm all out of appropriate responses right now. So I merely shrug it off and say nothing.

"You okay?" Rhys asks with sweet concern.

"Yeah, just knackered."

"As in, tired?" Rhys is lazily smiling sideways at me, getting pleasure from my British slang. Then his expression changes, becoming more attentive. "What did you think of the show?" He quietly asks, resting his head back against the leather seat of the car as he waits for my reply with only a trace of a smile upon his lips.

Remembering how sensational his show really was, I answer with truthful elation. "I think you were amazing."

With a steady and soft stare and his head still lying against the seat of the car, he eventually whispers. "Being amazing must be contagious." Then he closes his eyes. He says nothing more. Only his relaxed breathing is all that can be heard from him. With only the quietened chatter of Cam, Will and the driver filling the darkened car, I am left with his just said words to me, still loudly ringing in my ears.

Was it just a casual comment with no meaning?

Or was it a comment with absolute meaning?

The lulling motion of the car has my exhaustion hitting me like a double decker bus. I can't be thinking about this right now. I need sleep. I can't be thinking about whether Cameron likes me or Rhys Ryan thinks I am contagious. I just can't. I need to get some sleep. I have to be ready for eight. I can't let the magazine down. Feeling inwardly unsettled, my eyes dart to Cameron and back to Rhys Ryan. Although one of them is sat in the front of the car and the other is beside me in the back, why do I suddenly feel like I am sandwiched between them again?

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