by Christopher Heather
Release Date: May 14 , 2015
Published by The Writers Coffee Shop
What took Oscar from nobody to somebody? From catching the bus to flying in private jets? From sleeping in a small stuffy bedroom in his family home to living in luxury hotels in New York and London? From having a-pay-as-you-go phone to having girls screaming his name wherever he goes?
Simple. His voice.
You don’t know him but you know him. Oscar is the most famous singer in the world.
In this special edition of 15 minutes, you’ll read a unique account of Oscar’s life during his recent American tour. This is as personal as it gets: you’ll discover what it’s like to travel with Oscar. You’ll understand how it feels to get dressed with him in his hotel dressing room and to fall asleep with him at night. You’ll discover what it’s like to meet the Queen of England, Simon Cowell, Justin Bieber, The Wanted, and many more. You’ll discover how amazing life is inside the world of Oscar. Read it now!
We were introduced to the Queen quite suddenly. None of us had time to even look in a mirror to fix our hair. We met her in a small, cosy room filled with vases of white roses. She was sitting in a comfy red chair and there was a corgi asleep at her feet. She looked just like she did on stamps. She was quite small, and her hair was immaculately white. She was wearing a cream coloured skirt and matching top with gold buttons; the kind of outfit only The Queen can look good in. When we entered the room she smiled and stood up
"Pleased to meet you, you must be Oscar," she said, shaking Tom’s hand (her voice was exactly as it sounds on TV).
Tom looked embarrassed. "That’s Oscar," he mumbled, pointing at me.
"Ah. Of course. What a tribute you are to our nation..." she said, shaking my hand, then she moved on to Elliot, and started asking him questions.
I think she thought we were a boy band. She asked Elliot where he was from. When he told her London, she seemed surprised, and asked him what religion he was. He said he didn’t know. Then she moved on and started asking Abe Lincoln about his favourite songs. Abe Lincoln told her, then she moved swiftly on to ask Winston some questions, and that’s when something unbelievable happened (and thank god I was looking at Winston when it happened because it’s an image I’ll never forget). The Queen had just asked him what his middle name was. Winston was thinking of the answer, then his face went pale white and he leaned sideways and vomited into a giant Chinese vase. It all happened in slow motion. Elliot, Tom, Abe Lincoln and me gasped. The Queen shrieked, and her corgi woke up and started barking. A guard ran over and took the Queen by the arm and rushed her out of the room. Winston kept saying sorry, but it was no use. We were chased out by a furious Palace guard.
~~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~~
C.B. Heather is a bestselling author who was born just before Halloween in Houston, Texas to a New Zealander father and a Scottish mother before being uprooted and moved to a small village on the beautiful east coast of Scotland near the royal town of St Andrews. After finishing high school and working as a cocktail bartender at Harvey Nichols in Edinburgh, C.B. Heather travelled to New Zealand to study at the International Institute of Modern Letters in Wellington. The author now works in Scotland, waking early to write fiction in the inspiring pre-dawn hours and in the evenings takes his unicorn Dave for rides through the misty hills in search of the meaning of life. He hopes one day to win the Grand National with Dave, and by doing so be the first jockey in history to win horse racing's most coveted prize on a unicorn.
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