Keep Forgetting // l.t.

To Forget

"NOVA!"

"OVER HERE, NOVA!"

"MISS KING!!"

It was hectic and chaotic but I was used to it by now. I smiled at all the nameless and faceless cameramen as they snapped picture after picture of me while I turned to give them different angles flipping my dark hair over my shoulders as I did.

I hated red carpet events.

"Nova how are you dealing with Louis being here?"

And that right there would be reason number one.

The invasive questions killed me. I was at the Grammys, the focus should be on the music, not my relationship or lack thereof.

"Nov, E! is over here, they need you for a quick interview." Felix, my publicist and best friend, said as he placed his hand on the small of my back and led me away from the vultures.

"Thank you." I whispered in his ear as he helped me up the steps to the small platform E! News had set up for the Grammy preshow.

I was slightly nervous, Joan Rivers hadn't been my biggest fan the last few months but I couldn't really defend myself. My mind had been elsewhere and my clothing choices had been other people's job.

I waited for the producer and cameraman to signal that we were rolling while looking up and waving at the fans across the street who were shouting my name.

"Nova darling, you look marvelous. Who are you wearing?" Joan jumped right in. If she had greeted me I had totally missed it, regardless I beamed at her and smoothed my hands over my beaded yellow and cream silk long sleeved mini dress.

"Thank you. I'm wearing Emilio Pucci. He was wonderful enough to give me this dress." I answered with the well-rehearsed line. Always plug the designer Nova, it's always good to be on their good side is what my stylist, Judy, always says.

"Well it looks great. So you're nominated tonight and performing. Are you nervous?"

Yes. But not for those reasons. No I was nervous because I knew who was going to be here tonight.

No, Beyoncé and Jay Z didn't make me nervous, it was the blue eyed boy bander that I knew was a few people behind me on the carpet that had me internally freaking out but I wasn't about to say that to Joan.

"A little. It's always good to be nervous though before a performance." I answered.

And there he was, just past Katy Perry and right behind Miranda Lambert and Blake Shelton.
His eyes were on me even as they were posing for the same photographers I had just been posing in front of.

I vaguely wondered if they were asking him about me, I wondered what he was thinking.
"- have fun tonight and good luck. Nova King everyone." Joan finished. I hadn't heard a word of it.

I stood frozen to my spot, eyes still locked on his. It wasn't until Felix forcefully tugged on my hand that I moved feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Don't give them anything to talk about Nov. Just pretend like he's not here."

How in the world was a person supposed to pretend someone who meant so much to them wasn't in the same room as them?

I couldn't even ignore him when I didn't know him.

"Wow Nova, that's some intense vocals." Max, the producer I was working with for my sophomore album, complemented as he listened to the playbacks of my last recording session.

"Thanks." I replayed shyly picking at my nails. I never knew how to take complements; they always just left me feeling awkward.

"I think this is album worthy. I'm sure the label will agree." He continued.