"No, no, I'm really pale and petite!" She winked and chuckled. "Uhhh, I think so on tour once, can't say I really looked around or stayed for long. I'm hardly in the states so I only know the big places I guess?" It was true, Jade and Mia were hardly in the US, and when they were it was mostly for tours and gigs.

"Record store, hell yes. I love records. There should be record stores everywhere, one of the best ways to listen to music." Mia follows alongside of Robert as the two of them start off their adventure. "I could go for a bite to eat...what do you suggest?"

"So, where did you say you were from?" As much of a fan Mia had been of Reported Failure, she wasn't the fan girl type who knew everything about a person. She just simply enjoyed the music. "I hope you can understand me by the way, I don't know, some people think my accent is hard to follow. I don't think so." She laughed softly.

"Well, my sister and I are pretty much in London all the time, unless like I said, we're touring or something. It's our first album that we didn't completely record in London, so I guess that's improvement. Nothing against the states but I love being back home."

Christopher is at his home in London, working away among all the chaos that is taking over the three story mini mansion while his friend Daisy is taking a bath. It may be fast approaching midnight but it doesn't stop the passionate singer-songwriter from working his fingers to the bone. The TV is on in the background with some action movie playing, causing unnecessary noise with all the explosions and gunshots happening every thirty seconds and his six month old son is laying on a play mat shaking a rattle for all it's worth. Christopher is sitting in his boxers and baggy t-shirt complete with his black-rimmed geek chic glasses while messing around with different chords on his piano, God knows how he can even concentrate. He's surrounding by piles of books, paper, pens and most other office equipment as he works away on his music. Completing the creative chaos look is his half-painted, rag covered hallway which is in the process of being redecorated for the second time since moving in back in October. He likes to keep things fresh. Christopher doesn't seem too bothered about everything that's going on around him. He's used to a busy environment and when it comes to his song writing, he can be up all night regardless of where he is situated as it's something he's so passionate about. He takes a sip of his tea and looks at his watch. Christopher then plays a few chords before belting out a few lines he just penned; "Swap an inconvenient for a satisfying lie. Bite the tongue that tells all before it shines some light!". His booming vocals are probably loud enough for Daisy to hear in the bathroom, one level below.

After feeling quite pleased with how the lyrics and melody gelled together with so much ease, Christopher smiles and makes a note on one of the many pads that surround him. He has books on top of the piano, on his lap, on top of an end table he has pulled over beside him and on the chair next to him. To others it just looks like a riot but it's how he works. Christopher is just about to play it over again before he hears Daisy faintly in the background, just managing to make out what she is saying from the floor below. He laughs and calls back. Now, Christopher already speaks like he's half deaf and falls to the stereotype of being a very loud and dramatic Italian-American so when he shouts you certainly don't need to ask him to repeat himself. "Oh really!!? Yet you can make as much noise as you want when I'm looking at pictures of Riley Hamilton and having a good rub!!?" He laughs and leaves his piano, walking over towards Prince and picking him up. Although he has his son the majority of the time, it's also nice to have his best friend here too. It makes him feel comforted and less lonely. When he moved to London, he thought that it'd be a fresh start with his family but the move proved far more difficult as his girlfriend left him yet again and takes Prince three days a week which leaves him all alone in this huge house in a totally different city and culture to what he's used to. His band mates have also drifted away too. Even though they are still friends, they aren't in each other's pockets any more and they all know deep down that it's only a matter of time before Christopher leaves the group completely so there's always an air of tension surrounding them when they meet in London or anywhere else for that matter.

Christopher tilts his head towards the door as he projects his voice again. "Well that makes the two of us, doesn't it!?" he jokes, enjoying the playful atmosphere in his home tonight. Usually he just surrounds himself with piles of work to take his mind off how lonely it can be at times. He is a workaholic though and still can't help himself from writing or being creative even when someone is around. Nothing else would be expected from someone who attended a performing arts school and went on to earn a Master of Fine Arts degree. People have divided opinions on Christopher but they cannot deny that he is a hard worker. He walks around with Prince in his arm, deliberately pulling himself away from his piano to spend time with his son and Daisy when she eventually decides to come out of the bath. He doesn't want to become all work and no play. When Daisy steps into the living room dressed in her unicorn onesie, he smirks as it brings flashbacks of their time on Big Brother together. Christopher's animal onesies became someone infamous. "So I'm also a fashion icon now? Nice to see even my choice of clothing inspires you." He laughs and swerves as a wet towel is projected towards him. "Hey, watch out or I'll set Prince on you!" he jokes before sitting down on the couch next to her with the baby.

"Yeah but aren't we all a little gay on some level? I bet that even Vladimir Putin has a vibrator stashed away in a shoe box at the bottom of his wardrobe. That's not where I keep mine by the way...before you go looking for it." Christopher makes sure to add on the last sentence before Daisy gets a chance to make a joke along the lines of "Is that where you keep yours?" but knowing Daisy, she'll still find a way of poking fun at him. "Well I don't blame you for wanting to look like me. E! News just named me Hottie of the Week. If that's not a major achievement in one's career then I don't know what is!" he jokes while reaching for the remote to turn down the volume on the TV. Judging by how high he originally had it, he probably is half deaf without realising which makes sense as he does have a voice like a foghorn. "My mom doesn't buy me stuff any more and certainly not onesies. She thinks I'm weird. Honestly, she sat down with me, looking all concerned and was asking if I felt OK just because I arrived dressed like a panda." Christopher chuckles and gently starts to bounce Prince on his knee while holding onto his little hands. The six month old baby smiles at Daisy and giggles, probably because he sees her as a big talking Scottish unicorn. Fortunately, Prince is a very cheery baby and is rarely ever heard crying so he never disrupts or makes you want to scream into a pillow. He is a lot like his father, always smiling and laughing. Also, just by looking around the nose and mouth area especially, there is no mistaking who the kid's father is. Prince is completely a mini Christopher.

"Hey, I'm not gay. I wish I was though." Christopher soon catches himself and realises that it didn't come out the way he intended. "I mean a gay woman! You know, two girls together...that just blows my tiny little mind. That whole thing with you and Nova back in the house made me wish I was a lesbian. I wanted to join the club." He laughs and then immediately switches from an amused look to a confused one. "Wait...are there such things as lesbian clubs? Do you get discounts at the cinema and stuff like that?" Christopher might have a prestigious degree under his belt and can solve the most mind-boggling physics equations but he does ask some of the most stupid questions. It makes him Christopher though. "Buzzfeed called me the third most difficult person to work with. I don't like them." He laughs but sounds serious when expressing his dislike towards the website. Christopher turns his attention to Prince again, kissing him on top of the head which causes the little boy to turn around, look up at his father and smile. "He's six months old now. I really have no idea where the time has went. Seems just like yesterday Gabriela was screaming and clutching onto my hand for dear life...and that was just the conception." He laughs away while Prince giggles and latches onto the sleeve of Daisy's onesie and tries to pull it towards his mouth. Christopher lifts Prince's hands away. "No, you can't eat that."

Christopher lays under the covers of the bed in Daisy's spare room, face down on the pillow and trying his best to drift off into a sleep. He had a terrible migraine all day and Daisy was being his nurse, looking after him and also winding him up at the same time. Another reason he is trying to force himself into a sleep though is because he knows that after their tweets to one another, Daisy is going to come upstairs at any minute and pester him into saying "bisquits" and other things. He knows that he's also going to get it in the ear over all the noise he and the girl he pulled last night were making. Between the loudness and the fact that the girl stole Christopher's watch, she has a lot of ammo when it comes to making fun of him. Daisy had been drifting in and out of the room and the house all day, doing bits and pieces, making meals, doing a lot of shopping so now that she finally has time to settle down and Christopher made the mistake of tweeting to let her know that he's awake, the pair are probably going to be up all night being their usual selves.