Black Celebrity One-Shots (2000s)

Love & Basketball (pt. 1)

Character POV: Beyoncé

"My body's too bootylicious for you baby!"

As I stood on the court, basking in the afterglow of our halftime performance, a wide grin spread across my face. I was filled with pride and excitement for what we had just accomplished, especially after weeks of grueling rehearsals. However, this feeling was short-lived as the crowd erupted into a chorus of boos. Despite Kelly's effort to appease the crowd with a blessing, we quickly scurried off the court. I swear I wanted to crawl under a rock.

As we entered the dressing room, the girls and the other dancers all tried to lighten the mood with laughter, but I couldn't help but feel ashamed. That was until Solange unleashed her wrath, scolding the group for finding humor in the situation.

"What the fuck was funny about that?!" Solange scolded, still heated by what took place.

"Solo, calm down. Do you really think they were booing us because we were bad?" Kelly told her as she went to take off her jersey.

"I told him we shouldn't have worn Lakers gear for this performance," I murmured, flopping head first onto the nearby couch.

The Lakers were the incumbent team on the verge winning their second NBA Finals and the score was 2-1 in their favor. The crowd was riled up, and wearing the jerseys of the winning team only added fuel to the fire.

You never want to upset a Philly crowd. Hell, they'd boo Patti Labelle if they could.

As we exited the dressing room in our regular clothes, we could hear the sound of rapid footsteps approaching us. It was Mathew, our group manager and my father. He had a look of regret on his face as he approached us.

"Girls, I'm so sorry about what happened out there. I never expected the crowd to react like that," my father said, sounding apologetic.

"It's fine," Kelly replied with a shrug. "We've had worse performances before. Plus, it's not like the crowd was booing us for our dancing or singing."

"Yeah, but it still hurts," I chimed in. "I mean, it's not everyday that you get booed like that. It was real bad."

My dad squeezed my shoulder, "Don't let it get to you, sweetie. You girls did a great job out there. I'm proud of you all." We all smiled at his words of encouragement.

"Thanks, Daddy," I said, giving him a hug.

"Alright, let's go grab some dinner and forget about this," Michelle suggested. "I don't know about y'all but I'm starving."

We all agreed and made our way out of the arena, heading towards Ocean Prime, a chic upscale restaurant that was known for its impeccable service and delicious cuisine. It was just what we needed after such a rough performance.

Michelle flopped into the passenger seat, sighing loudly. "Well, that could've gone better."

"You think?" I said, sliding into the driver's seat. The silence weighed heavy for a long moment before we all burst into laughter.

Kelly spoke up from the backseat. "Did y'all see Solo's face when they started booing? I thought she was gonna jump into the bleachers and fight someone!"

"I know, the way her eyes bugged out?" Michelle snorted.

Solange crossed her arms, fuming. "Y'all are so wrong for that." But even she couldn't keep a straight face for long. "OK, maybe I overreacted. Just a little."

"A little?" I teased. "Solo, you looked pissed."

We descended into giggles again. I felt the hurt and embarrassment from moments ago fade away, replaced by the comfort of their playful banter."But for real, Bey, you good?" Solange's expression softened, her anger evaporating.