Nova used to be the mysterious biker chick who rolled up to cabaret rehearsals in a cloud of glitter and engine fumes. Her legendary “midnight motorway sing-alongs” are still spoken about in hushed, slightly confused tones.
These days, she has swapped the roar of her bike for the soft hum of her oat-milk blender. A proud vegan with a strict “no animal bits, no exceptions” rule, she rocks cruelty-free vegan leather so convincingly that several audience members have mistaken her for a fashion influencer.
Nova laughs—the big, unstoppable kind—at absolutely everything: wardrobe malfunctions, tripping up, even her own attempts at yoga (which often end with her tangled in her skirt). She carries her tiny handbag everywhere, claiming it contains “essential items,” though no one’s entirely sure what that means.
One thing’s for certain: wherever Nova goes, fun follows like a very sparkly shadow.
