Beyond the Fame

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No song for the chapter

New York New York,  01:24:36

"Nomi!"

"Over here!"

"Sign this!"

Screaming was the only thing I heard, and flashes of light was the only thing I saw as I made my way into the black Escalade. I sighed a breath of relief as the door came to a close. My eyes gazed out the window as we drove around the New York streets. A familiar feeling of homesickness crept my stomach.

"We are here Miss."

"Please call me Nomi, Charles. I always have to remind you." I lightly chuckled. "Thank you."

"The pleasure was mine Miss." I shook my head as he once again called me "Miss".

I stepped out of the car, and walked towards the overly large jet that would send me to Los Angles.  "Nomi you're late."

So who cares?

"Mum, it's only by 10 minutes." I rolled my eyes through my dark sunglasses grateful she couldn't see it.

"Well as your manager, it's crucial for me to assure that you are on time. " she explained not taking her eyes of her phone.

I took a seat towards the back of the jet, just as usual. I took off my sunglasses and rested my head back to get some sort of rest.

Time Skip>> Los Angles, California 05:23:10

"Nomi, we are here. C'mon you need to change." I opened my eyes to come face to face with my stylist Cinna and makeup artists Huda. I nodded as I got up and went to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and realized the makeup I had on was giving me a headache. But if I were to take it off, it would be the end of the world, considering I never go out without makeup on. I sigh and take off my previous outfit and slip into the new one consisting of white boot heels, and a white sweater jumpsuit. I looked in the mirror, I was extremely bright.

So much for being discrete.

However I was grateful for the amount of coverage in 40 degree weather because it is defintley not everyday where I'm actually comfortable in my outfits. I walked out of the bathroom and stood in the middle of the plane as Cinna adjusted my outfit and Huda touched up my hair and makeup.

When they were done I slipped on my oval sunglasses, and walked off the plane behind my two body guards, leading the way through the mob of paparazzi. I kept my head down as I slid into another expensive car, the door closing behind me.

"Okay Nomi, first we have about five interviews, two meetings, and a short appearance at the Billboard pre-party." My mother reminded me. I just responded in a simple nod. "Tommorrow is the day that matters so remember in the interviews to promote your nomination. Got it Nomi?"

"Yes mum, I got it."

"Good because we can't afford any mistakes, this is not the time to mess up." I leaned my head on the window, looking at the brightly lit city and people rushing to get out of the cold.

I just want to get into bed and watch Netflix.

We arrived at some building, and I once again was guided to the door. As I walked in warmth hit me and I was greeted by an older lady with too much pink lipstick. "Nomi! We are so happy to have you here!"

"Thank you for having me." I smiled shaking her hand.

"Please, follow me and we'll get this interview started right away." I followed her into a room where there was a two couches and a couple of chairs. I took a seat on the couch as the camera crew hooked a mic on me. "Alright well Nomi, let's not waste time. You are a hit sensation with your new single Masterpiece with Kid Culprit, which has also been nominated twice for a Billboard Music Award. Tell me how are you feeling?"