Everything Goes On (Young Justice)

Become an idol

Nova's Pov

Two weeks after the mall event, many human people requested and took pictures of me. Every time I walked into the room with Kent, they would suddenly run and ask too many questions. I even remember yesterday's incident.

Flashback (third POV)

Nova and Clark were on their way to the apartment when suddenly a little girl ran to Nova with her mother behind her.

"Mom, Mom, Mom, THERE SHE IS MOM!!!, PLEASE CAN YOU TAKE US A PICTURE, MOM!! " the little girl exclaims as she takes Nova's hand, while Nova looks at her weirdly.

"Rose!! ... I'm so sorry about my daughter; she just really liked your performance in the mall. Rose, come on, let's get going," the mother said as she tried to pull the girl, but to her dismay, the girl didn't let Nova's hand go.

"It's ok, no worries," Clark said as he took Nova's bag and carried it.

"Can I take a picture with you? Your music is so good. Please say yes!" the girl pleads as she looks at Nova with puppy eyes.

Nova didn't know how to answer, so she turned to Clark for help, but she found him smiling down at her. Knowing her answer, Nova nodded with a smile, so she did it.

Flashback end (third POV)

After that event happened, many people came or encountered her. Some are taking pictures with her, some want an autograph, and some want her to sing with them.

It happens every single time; sometimes Nova finds them annoying, and sometimes she feels weird because wherever she goes, there will be someone coming at her.

But today she was in her room, asleep, while Clark was preparing something because he decided to let Nova rest after the whole fan thing happened while Loise was working.

As the silence roamed around the apartment, suddenly the silence was cut off by a knock on the door. Clark was the one who heard it and walked to the front door. Using the x-ray, he saw a man an inch shorter than him and wearing a tuxedo, and he seemed familiar.

As he opens the door, the man greets him.

Clark's Pov (surprised)

As I opened the door, I was surprised when I saw Mr. Long from the world music industry (don't ask because I don't have any ideas to come up with).

"Good morning, Mr. Clark Kent," Mr. Long greeted

"Mr. Long, uh, good morning too. Please come in. Do you want a coffee or something, Mr. Long?" I offered him as I escorted him to the kitchen.

"Coffee will do, Mr. Clark," he answered, and I gave him the good thing I had: coffee.

"So, Mr. Long, is there a problem that you came all the way here?" I ask while we settle on the kitchen table.

"Nothing at all, Mr. Kent. I just found out that this girl lived with you, am I right? What is her name?" Mr. Long shows the picture of Nova and the little girl who we encountered last week, pleading to get a picture with her.

"Yes, she's lived here, and her name is Nova, my... adapted daughter," I answer with hesitation.

"Hmm? Nova? What a beautiful name she had. Does Nova play something or perform an experience?" he asked.

"No, but it was her first time performing at the mall; I'm just surprised that she played a song for the very first time." I shared a sense that Nova knew how to play as she experienced it.

"Hmm, I see, but now I drive on the way here because I want to offer a carrier to her," he offered, and he slid the paper that showed recruitment for a singer.