Oscar’s POV
“Today, in the studio live, please welcome The Fooo Conspiracy!” the radio host smiled at us. “Hello boys how are you?”
“Good,” we all answered at one.
“Thanks for having us,” Omar added.
I was three o’clock in the afternoon. We had a radio interview, a meet and greet with fans, rehearsals, and then it was date night.
“Thank you for being here. I know you guys have a very busy schedule. Felix why don’t you tell us what you all have going on right now?”
Felix nodded, “Well, we have a benefit show tomorrow. The proceeds go to a couple different charities that our fans voted on. We had a rehearsal yesterday and we have another one today. Then we have about a week break to do whatever we want really. Most of us are going home to visit family.” He glanced at us getting nods of agreement. “Then we start rehearsals and promo for the tour.”
“Busy busy,” the interviewer said. “Omar what do you like to do in your down time?”
“Uhh, for me, I like just doing stuff that a teenager likes to do. Play video game, hang out with friends and watch movies. You know the typical stuff.”
“Now that your fame has spread, worldwide really, is it hard to stay close with the people you were friends with before this all happened, Oscar?”
“Yeah definitely,” I nodded, “It’s hard but I mean we make it work. Sometimes that means flying your buddies out to whatever city or country you are in, though.”
“Now, we knew that you guys were leaving your flats and buying a house but your lease was up before the house payment went through. So how long are you stuck in the hotel?”
“It could be a little bit longer,” I sighed. “The house finally closed but we had to redo some parts and it’s taking longer than we thought.”
“Is it frustrating living in the hotel, Ogge? Does it feel like you are all on top of each other?”
“We are always on top of each other anyway –literally!”
Everyone laughed.
“So it’s not too crowded?”
“No,” I replied. “We have a nice suite that has two bedrooms so really we can just disappear there if we need to.”
“Who shares rooms with whom?” “Let me guess,” the radio host eyed us. “Ogge and Omar share and Felix and Oscar share.”
