Eh, it's unlikely, but the songbird has become otherwise adept at putting up walls and keeping prying eyes from getting too close. Ideally, she'd know better than to stir up a tempest outside of a nightclub. Still, this crack in her steely foundation becomes makes us wonder what sort of fire-and-brimstone brand of madness could be swirling beneath that head of perfectly coiffed hair. Recently, perhaps after her Nokia-sponsored live gig in London, Rihanna threw a tantrum when her driver was minutes late in picking her up. Some reports indicate that she was slinging thunderbolts with no mercy, threatening to get bouncers and valets at the club fired. Others say they saw her head do a complete 360 on her neck á la The Exorcist. Some, still scarred from that night, may even say that in her eyes, they could see the smug countenance of Madonna, grinning away. The truth, while peppered with colorful quips by Rihanna, is decidedly duller.

Said one of the more reliable sources to the Daily Star, "Suddenly Rihanna started shouting in the face of this guy, saying, 'Where the fuck is my car?'" After a pregnant pause, invoked to impress dramatic tension, the source continued, "After another minute, she squawked, 'I mean it guys, you've now got 30 seconds to get me my car or someone is losing their employment. I fucking mean it, 10 seconds and I get nasty'." Which is really inconsistent with the cool-headed survivor we were going on about just a week and change ago.

But let's consider a few elements. Like the cover art for Rated R and the trope of the first single "Russian Roulette," implying that there's always the off-chance a bullet could go off. And while we've been busy remarking, "How lovely! Rihanna is going for a 'decidedly darker feel' with this album! Isn't it great that she's 'maturing' with such a 'decidedly darker feel' with this album?" maybe we've been willfully reluctant to accept that this was the popster's way of being sincere and not just a big-budget façade that stays consistent with the injured victim-seeking-redemption portrayal that her handlers have been peddling.

And with this story, maybe we learn that Rihanna -- who may not be a fan of Gary Numan -- finally snapped when that metaphorical bullet in "Russian Roulette" fired. Which really imbues a creepy undertone to the companion video to the single, which was obviously produced pre-freakout.