Sheâ€™s late. Forty-five minutes to be exact and the word â€˜divaâ€™ flashes unkindly through my mind.
I am standing in the lobby of one of Londonâ€™s smartest hotels, gazing hopefully out of the window when, at last, a huge black Rolls Royce pulls up outside.
A diva, of sorts, gets out but bizarrely itâ€™s not Nicole Scherzinger but her X Factor boss Simon Cowell who breezes past me towards the lifts.
Five minutes later a people carrier arrives and Scherzinger steps out looking every inch the star in a figure-hugging black and white dress with Eighties-style, big curly hair.
Having stopped to sign autographs and pose for pictures with fans, she apologises profusely for the delay and we head up in the lift to her room.
â€˜No way!â€™ she gasps, when I tell her who has just preceded her.
â€˜Whatâ€™s he doing here in my hotel?â€™ She immediately whips out her iPhone from a dangerously expensive-looking handbag and starts texting Cowell.
â€˜Simon is both pompous and aloof and a sweet cuddly teddy bear at the same time,â€™ she grins having read his response. We are now settled on a sofa in her spacious room.
â€˜Iâ€™m the angel on one shoulder,â€™ she continues, â€˜and on the other side is the devil, which is a reflection of himself in the mirror.
â€˜Seriously though, thereâ€™s something about Simon. He is absolutely someone who I would turn to for advice about the music business because in a way he has mentored me.
‘He always jokes that Iâ€™m ruthless but if I am I think Iâ€™ve learnt that from him. We have a lot in common because Iâ€™ve worked really hard to get where I am today and I know that he has too.â€™
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