She’s late. Forty-five minutes to be exact and the word ‘diva’ flashes unkindly through my mind.
I am standing in the lobby of one of London’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 it’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.
‘No way!’ she gasps, when I tell her who has just preceded her.
‘What’s he doing here in my hotel?’ She immediately whips out her iPhone from a dangerously expensive-looking handbag and starts texting Cowell.
‘Simon is both pompous and aloof and a sweet cuddly teddy bear at the same time,’ she grins having read his response. We are now settled on a sofa in her spacious room.
‘I’m the angel on one shoulder,’ she continues, ‘and on the other side is the devil, which is a reflection of himself in the mirror.
‘Seriously though, there’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 I’m ruthless but if I am I think I’ve learnt that from him. We have a lot in common because I’ve worked really hard to get where I am today and I know that he has too.’
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