My phone buzzed with a text. My mother: *I watched a video of your performance. You were beautiful. I'm so proud of you. And I can't wait to meet my grandchild.* Then Jake: *Big sis is pregnant!!! About time I become Uncle Jake. Also, that song made me cry. Don't tell anyone.* Then Jessica, my pub
"She's pregnant!" "Oh my God, she's actually pregnant!" "The rumors were true!" I stood slowly, setting the guitar aside. Looked out at ninety faces staring back at me with shock and curiosity and judgment. "Yes," I said simply. "I'm pregnant. Thirteen weeks. The baby is healthy and wanted and l
POV: Nova Six weeks after declining Atlantic Records, I stood backstage at the Bluebird Cafe—the same tiny venue where I'd sung five years ago, before Darren, before fame, before everything fell apart. My hands shook as I tuned my guitar. The old one from my teenage years, not the expensive custom
**"Nova Black Turns Down Millions—Career Suicide?"** **"Pregnant Singer Rejects Comeback Deal—What's Next?"** **"Is Nova Black Finished? Industry Insiders Say Yes"** She read them aloud, her voice steady. "They think I'm done." "Are you?" "Not even close." She touched her stomach, a gesture tha
"But?" "But now I'm thinking it could be something more. A place where you can create on your own terms. Record what you want, when you want, how you want. Release music independently. Build your career without selling your soul to Atlantic or anyone else." Nova walked slowly through the space, he
POV: Kai I watched Nova stare at her phone, her face cycling through emotions too fast to track. Fear. Anger. Something that looked like determination. "What is it?" I asked. She handed me the phone. I read the message—anonymous, cruel, designed to break her down. *You're over, Nova Black. Washe