Not Expected [BeyoncexCiara] *COMPLETED*

At A Concert

(Bey's P.O.V.)

'Beyoncé, you were stupid', they said. 'Beyoncé, you shouldn't have trusted him.' 'Beyoncé, he was no good.' They said all that, yet, I never listen. I never did. I assumed I knew what's best for me. Now, look where I'm at. I'm a divorced, 32-year-old woman, with a 1-year-old baby girl. Her father's gone, and will never come back. Why? Because he's a filthy, lying, cheater.

It was love at first sight. We met at a party, introduced by our managers. He was handsome to me, all dressed up in his crisp, neat tuxedo. And he was so sweet. He told me about his life, and patiently listened to mine, which was way longer in comparison. He kept conplimenting me on how beautiful I was, in my dress, my personality, all of that good stuff. Overall, he was the best gentleman I' ve ever met.

He made goosebumps appear on my skin whenever we talked. I would feel my heart beat out of my chest when we brushed hands or made any other body contact. If we ever made eye contact for a long time, I would blush like a maniac. Those were the days. The days when we acted so nervous around each other; the days we hardly knew each other; the days we were so young and carefree; the days I wasn't so näive.

I should've known he was just another pretty face. He was too good to be true. He was perfect for my description. Too perfect. He was tall, loving, stront, and anything else a woman could want. That was exactly what I want. I wanted. I used to want. I don't anymore. Now, I only wanted to be left alone. Not go perform my latest songs at concerts; not go to interviews and talk about my problems; not go to long, boring meetings with my record label. I just want to be alone. But, apparently, I can't. I'm backstage, ready to perform ANOTHER concert!

I waited for the guy to finish hooking my earpiece on before rushing out on stage, microphone in hand. The crowd was loud and screaming my name, which made me smile despite my longing for the dark bedroom that waited for me at home. I've always loved my fans and how excited they get before I even start singing. A girl in the front row fainted, and I made a 'Sorry' look at her assumed friend helping her up. Poor girl. Like usual, I gave a little intro speech, saying how great it is to have them, and blah blah blah, then starting singing one of my songs off the top of my head. The band took a moment before playing the right song, probably from confusion. I wasn't paying attention at the meetings or rehearsals because my mind was somewhere else, so I didn't know what song to sing in what order. I was in a pretty sucky mood, but I couldn't let anybody see that.

Whilst I was singing Halo, I turned my head to the right side of the stage--I entered from the left--and sung a little more slower than usual. There, stood a very tall woman, only a few inches taller, with blonde hair that reached her waist. She was smiling, and it grew bigger once she realized we were making eye contact. She has such a beautiful, white smile. For some reason, my heart started beating faster, and increased more when I finally remembered who she is. Ciara. She sent me a little wave, and I responded with a huge grin. Only then did I noticed I had stopped singing. I whipped my head around to face my audience, the blonde hair I had smacking me in the face. After announcing a quick apology, I continued with my singing, glancing every so often at Ciara, who smiled as if there was no tomorrow.