Super Nova

A few days later, Nova was finishing up on her tour. After a day of last-minute media interviews, Nova entered her swanky Manhattan penthouse with her entourage following closely behind. Flopping down on the couch she watched as the makeup team, assistants, and her manager scurried around her home. Annoyed, she just sat there with seething contempt in her eyes.

She quickly realized none of them cared anything about her. They clearly loved the money and fancy high society life she was giving them. Except for her personal assistant, Claire, she felt like just a commodity. The sweet girl in her college years was Nova’s right hand. Claire was the only one who ever made any attempt to treat Nova like a human being. The quiet assistant stood nearby, watching her boss with pity. The girl knew what Nova was thinking before she even would say a word.

Nova’s diva-side kicked in when hearing her manager rambled on about appearances and talk shows he wanted her to attend that week. This was supposed to be her so-called break. Not another publicity stunt.

Nova got up and went to the door, slinging it open with a bang.

“That’s it! Everyone out… NOW! Claire, you can stay as always. Everyone else… get the hell out of my apartment!”

The crew stopped in their tracks, looking at her like she had lost her mind.

Nova went over to her couch, throwing pillows at them. “Did I fucking stutter? All of you! Get OUT!”

Everyone quickly scurried out that door except for her manager who stood there with a smug look smeared across his face. As Claire quietly went to her guest quarters, Liam went to the front door and slamming it hard before heading straight to Nova. She was ready to launch another pillow at his head when he yanked it from her hand and stepped nose-to-nose to her.

Pointing in her face he yelled, “Let me tell you something you ungrateful bitch! I have had about enough of that attitude. You have a responsibility to the record company and to me. Get your damn diva attitude in check, or you won’t like what I have in store for you. You’re a spoiled little brat. I gave you everything, Nova Quinn! Have a little bit of gratitude for once in your pathetic fucking life.”

Pushing his hand away, Nova yelled back, “You? All you do is force me to perform day-in-and-day-out just to make you more money. You treat me like your dancing puppet. Get out! I’m not going to do anything else on my break. I’ll contact you when I’m damn good and ready to go back to work. I’m not a child, Liam. You know I won’t take your shit anymore.”

Nova walked away, stomping down the hall to her room yelling over her shoulder, “And lock the door on your way out!”

Liam left the apartment with a slam of the door. Quickly Nova rushed straight to her bedroom with her phone in hand, ready to call the one person she needed most. The only person she knew who could help her out of this nightmare.

“Daddy…?” she pouted.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Eric Quinn’s heart plummeted as he heard the desperate plea of his daughter’s voice. “What’s wrong, baby girl? Do I need to come to get that asshole manager in his place again?”

“No, Daddy. I’m home for a while. I’m taking a break from my music .”

Nova rubbed her tired eyes, already feeling the weight of her exhausted body trying to take over. It had been so long since she slept in her own bed that the billowy softness was almost lulling her to sleep on contact.

“A break? That’s good to hear. Every time I get this call, I hear how drained you are. You need to take better care of yourself, sweetie. So, how long are you off?”

“I’m not sure yet. I miss you, Daddy.”

She picked up the framed photo of her family that was placed by the bed, holding it to her heart.

“Nova, you never talk to me in your baby voice unless you want something. What is it now?”

Eric knew he always spoiled her and worried that what he was seeing in the media was partly true. She was turning into a spoiled brat.

“I just want to talk. I want to see you,” Nova sighed.

“I can try. I’m in New York for a show. Powerbomb is gearing up for our European tour, and we have some downtime coming up next month. Maybe if your still home we can get the family together.”

“That would be wonderful, but I really need to see you now.”

Eric tapped his fingers on the makeshift office space in the arena that held the night’s events. Something was wrong; he could feel it. Nova was never so needy and the desperation in her voice was chilling. A little spoiled, yes, but she was independent so her behavior seemed off.

He sighed, “All right. Why don’t we meet up tomorrow for lunch?”

“Okay, Daddy. I’m exhausted. I’m going to bed. I love you.”

Nova hung up and quickly went to sleep. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out like a light.