Bey took a sip of her water screwing the cap back on with a shaky hand as she tried to simultaneously read her lines and listen to her husband spit his so she could lay hers.They had been in the studio since 7 this morning and all they had down was the chorus to to the song and the bridge .
As she listened to him rip through his words with his eyes shut she began to wonder why she was given most of the rap parts in this song .
Her strongest suit had never been rap nor was it something she was comfortable with and him and everyone in this studio knew that .
She was a singer and singers SING , not rap like they've been in the game for years .
She had to really hand it to women like Megan , Nicki , Mulatto , and Cardi who did this shit for a living because she was internally flipping out .
What if her flow didn't sound right ? What if people thought she was trying too hard to put out a different style ? What if this whole song flopped because she couldn't get it together ? They really wanted her to perform this live ? What the hell
"You ready B ?" She heard from behind her as large hands kneaded her shoulders in neck while she stressed .Usually she would Turn and smile at her husbands words ... "You ready B " was their thing , their little code that no one understood but them and it was usually all the boost she needed to do whatever it was she had told him she couldn't do but today it wasn't Hitting like it used to.
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A Cup Of Carter
FanfictionA book of Carter based one shots that include real situations , time jumps where the kids are older , teen jayoncé , drama , happiness , and song inspired stories all from my instagram @joy_mechell . Every stour is based of a picture or theme