Post by Novalee on Jul 1, 2010 1:08:40 GMT -5
"These are absolutely horrible Nova." Kerri Robinson, her agent, threw down the shots from the herbal essence photoshoot. Nova held her head in her hand sighing. She was not herself at that shoot. She was wanting to be at home still asleep in River's arms. The woman went on her words biting at Nova's mind.
"Do you see that?" She pointed to Nova's stomach. "Those rolls? Is there something your not telling me? Are you pregnant 'cause lord knows we don't need another whore of a model who can't keep a decent career because she doesn't know how to keep her legs closed." The woman threw her hand down on the desk in front of her. Nova jumped.
"I'm not pregnant...I must have gained a few pounds, I can work it off by the end of the week...we can do a re-shoot." Nova tried to clean up this mess that was falling down in front of her. Kerri shook her head. "I'm sorry Nova, but Raphiel clearly stated he would never work with you again. He was our best photographer. YOU GAVE HIM ATTITUDE NOVALEE!" She paused catching her breath.
"Do you understand what this means? You are considered a Diva...a fat one at that. No one wants to work with you anymore." Nova's jaw dropped. She felt tears start to form. "What am I supposed to do? Your supposed to be helping me!" She exclaimed tears falling from her eyes.
Kerri shook her head. "You go get you another job. Somewhere as a waitress....or something because well until you loose those pounds and get over yourself you will never work in this city again." Kerri stood up walking over to her door. "Call me when you want to get serious again." She opened the door. "Goodbye." Nova stood up and took what was left of her pride and left the Talent agency.
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Nova found herself at a bar. She couldn't even remember the name of it at the moment. One too many apple martinis had her finding herself on a couch in the corner of the bar surrounded by atleast 5 guys. "--And t-then can you believe that b-bitch called me fat!" She screamed out her words slurring.
They all cooed excuses to her, and they all complemented her...but it didn't feel right. Going out and getting drunk was not going to fix this, but at the moment it healed the pain. It was dark in the corner the men were getting touchy feely, but she just kept talking. "Call me when your serious? Can you believe that...that dumb bitch." She cursed her words still slurring.
Another martini appeared in her hands. She downed it instantly. "Ugh..I need a pick me up...something." A guy with dark long hair scooted to the front. "I have just what you need sweety." He unzipped his pants. Nova held up a hand bursting out laughing. "PLEASE don't show me your penis...I have a boyfriend." She giggled softly. Then she saw he was pulling out a little baggie.
The white power almost looked like sugar. You know the kind the put on your funnelcake at the fair. Yummm...funnel cake. She watched him as she sliced it with a razor on the table in front of them. The men just watching in awe as he lined it up in four rows. "Take a sniff my dear...trust me its worth it." Nova looked at it with huge eyes.
"I don't think I should...that guy on t.v. once told me not to do drugs..." She hiccupped. "Oh what the hell..." She leaned forward and placed her nose near the powder. She sniffed softly and only a bit went into her nose. She pulled back coughing. The man who layed it out began to laugh. "Harder baby." She looked at him her expression complete confusion.
She leaned forward once more taking a long hard sniff pulling herself across the powder until she reached the end of the line.
She pulled back her eyes wide. He coaxed her to another, and another, and finally the last line. By the time she was done. She was completely gone. He smiled standing up. He handed her a napkin with his number on it. "Call me if you need another 'pick me up'." She nodded watching as a blubbery form walked out of the bar.
All the men that were surrounded could see she was gone, so they politely left her alone after a few more drinks. She lost concious after drink number 8.
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Nova awoke to the bartender shaking her. She was asleep on the couch in the bar. "Its closing time sweets you ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the hell outta here." He helped her up and she stood up eyes wide shivering. "O--ooookkaay." She mumbled. She grabbed her purse and walked outside.
It was raining. Bipolar fucking weather in New York. Go fucking figure. She was standing in the rain drunk as hell, high as heaven and no number to call a taxi. She was afraid to do this, but she dialed River's number. "River..." She said softly into the phone. "I need you to come get me. It's raining, i'm cold-wet and I really want some waffles." She sounded so jittery she could almost feel her teeth chatter when she talked.
"Please and thank you buttercup!" She asked softly. "I'm at the Lounge. Hurry i'm scared." She said softly. She was speaking loud and vibrant one moment and soft and weak the next. She had to get her act together if she was going to hide this from the boy she was in love with. After all it was just one slip up.
