Oneshots/short stories that I'm thinking about converting into a book at some point. This is where all my ideas for stories go so always come over and give some feedback so I'll know what y'all want to see next!!
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"Onika hand me half of them bags before you drop the food and get us beat the fuck up on set" I ordered as I exited the sprinter and opened the door for my wife.
"They don't even know we're bringing the crew food so they can't beat us up for something they didn't even know about"
"Over a hundred people are working right now for the harshest workaholic in music history and you want me to believe they ain't starving and practically begging the universe to send them a savory meal? I think not"
"You think wifey has been in a good mood today?" Nicki asked while taking my hand to get out of the truck without tripping.
"She was quiet when she left the house this morning so I couldn't gauge her crazy meter like usual. Hopefully she's in her zen mode today, but it's also test shot day so who knows what version of my wife came to work today" I voiced as I gathered majority of the catered food bags in my hands. Nicki and I then walked with the bodyguard through the secret entrance because the last thing we needed was paparazzi figuring out what was going on.
As we walked closer to the set, all I heard was commotion getting louder and louder as it sounded like people were running with their heads cut off which already told me what we were about to walk into.
"Run it back! This choreo looks a mess on camera and even worse in person" I heard an infamous voice scolding as Nicki and I turned a corner to see a giant swarm of dancers and musicians all decked in tennis ball colored outfits with the star of the production looking irritated as she watched the playback of the performance.
"Lord, she's pissed off BAD today" Nicki sighed out as all we could see was Bey's straightened blonde hair swaying as she whipped her head in every direction to make corrections.
"Let's go before we lose the little bit of sunlight we have left" Bey ordered as she walked back onto set and turned around to face us, but she wasn't even noticing our arrival as her laser focus was zeroed in on the camera lens as the rest of the crew set back up to run the number again.
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