Me Life Story by Scarlett Moffatt (pdf e book reader .TXT) 📕

Fast-forward to Saturday. My alarm went off at 7.02a.m. and I was literally skipping around the house in my unicorn slippers. ‘I just can’t wait for Saturday, ooooh it is Saturday.’ I couldn’t even drink my brew I was that excited. All my friends were texting me ‘Good luck, we will be watching’ messages. My mam, dad and Ava were on their way down from Bishop Auckland to London to watch the first episode live. I arrived at the ITV studios at 9.30 a.m. for the script meeting and rehearsals. Now obviously you can’t really rehearse going in a helicopter and bringing people back into the studio so I just learnt my timings and felt confident; I had forty minutes to do my thing and the rest, well, I would just have to wing it.

I didn’t have time to be nervous as I was far too excited by the fact I was about to be sharing a stage with Ant and Dec. I felt like I was being pushed to new heights – and then actual heights by spending the first episode flying around in ‘a real-life helicopter’. My task was to tell people watching the show to get my attention if I was in their street. So I had people flashing their lights on and off but they were at the very top of a block of flats and I only had five minutes to do my thing. There were six people waving out of a window but I knew I was only allowed to fit three people in the helicopter and I didn’t know how I would say, ‘Sorry, you three can’t come.’ Then I spotted a house with its living room and bedroom light on. There was a random cat next to the house which was taking a dump – I mean, it is live TV. I knocked on the door and the couple had their TV on delay because they don’t like watching the adverts.

‘Would you like to come and watch Ant and Dec’s Saturday Night Takeaway with me?’ I said to the guy who opened the door. ‘I’ll take you to the studio now in a helicopter!’

The guy was gobsmacked. ‘Oh my God, yes, let me get my wife.’ Then he closed the door on me and went back in the house. Now it’s not entertaining for anyone to watch me just stood outside a door, so I did what every northerner does in that situation: invite myself in, sit on ya couch and tell you to hurry up and get ready as I’ve got the helicopter parked up without a ticket and there’s traffic wardens hanging around.

Flying back after I’d accomplished the mission that ITV and Ant and Dec had set me felt amazing. I did it; I had done my first ever live presenting on Saturday Night Takeaway. But I couldn’t get too excited: I had to stay composed in the helicopter and act professional. I did forget to tell the couple they would be scooting off on motorbikes as well but I think adrenaline had kicked in for them by that point and I could have said we were going by elephant and they’d have agreed.

We made it back to the studio in the nick of time and we sat down on the best seats in the house. So I was watching the show from a sofa. I mean it was just like my old Gogglebox job.

The End of the Show Show was just an ad break away. Now due to all the travelling, my eyelashes were hanging off and I had helmet hair but I didn’t care. I whipped off my clothes while the amazing hair and make-up team made me look show-ready and I slipped on a little dress and heels. I was about to go on stage and sing ‘Spotlight’ with Ant, Dec, Stephen Mulhern and Oscar-winning legend Jennifer Hudson. ‘Well I don’t like living under your spotlight.’ The light came on me for my bit and I could see my family in the audience – my smile was cheesy because I had to bite the insides of my cheeks so that I didn’t cry with happiness. I mean what a first episode, I will remember that for the rest of my life.

My first ever Green Room was an experience too. Everyone after the show chills in this room and there’s a little buffet. I was going to get a bottle of Prosecco for myself and drink it with a long straw but my mam said I had to give a good first impression. So I drank the full bottle but out of a champagne flute. Ava got a tour of the studio by Ant, bless him; she said her life was made now. We stayed till about half eleven and then made our way back to my house and ordered a pizza.

‘I know I keep saying it, but I cannit believe this is my job.’

‘I know, to be honest we are going to come down every week and watch it live,’ said my mam.

‘Oh really, I’d love that, Mam. It was nice standing on stage and being able to see your faces. At least I knew three people would be laughing at my jokes. God knows what’s in store for me on next week’s show, I just want it to be Saturday every day of the week.’

Every Friday at the script meeting it felt like Christmas Eve. I would get that excited nervous tummy knowing that I was just one sleep away from something magical. I felt like I was ten again when I was filming Takeaway. Honestly, I would just constantly be in shock – it says something when you’re twenty-seven but you have to wear a Tena Lady pad because you’re scared that one week you might get a little over-excited.

I mean I got to do a live sing-a-long with Steps. I was obsessed with them; when I was a kid me and my mam