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The Rih-naissance (Rihanna)

Beyoncé was menacing with the glare she gave Rihanna, somehow managing to perform while mouthing "oh my godd" and kicking the equipment. She'd seen her angry before but she usually saved that for off the stage. She shuddered crouching behind the glistening disco ball horse regretting the day she took this job.

Rih knew she was going to be blamed. Boss lady always found a way to blame her for things going wrong. The outfits look ugly? She should've moved the photographers so they could get better shots. The elevator isn't working? She should've lifted each dancer with her bare hands. Beyoncé almost drops the camera? She should've coated it in talcum powder so it wasn't so slippery. She had even yelled at her for the tank rolling back and said she should've held it still? With what? Telekinesis? The woman was crazy.

She never blamed anyone else really, always thanked them for their hard work but it seemed Beyoncé had a vendetta against Rihanna. Despite this, Rihanna had been working her ass off chasing her around, making sure the fans were on and working, taking care of all of the equipment for this extra ass show. Sometimes she even did things beyond her job description because she knew nobody else would. Every night before Beyoncé flew above the crowd, she tested the ropes with weights, she cleaned the floor if it rained, and even during the interludes she was there lifting those heavy ass boxes and blowing up that stupid horse with her mouth when the air pump didn't work.

Rihanna never even got a thank you.

She thanked everyone else. She bought the crew food once or twice but Rihanna couldn't remember ever hearing a kind word from Beyoncé. And so even though the show was fine, she still found herself being yelled at the second everyone got backstage. Beyoncé stomped about like Godzilla in those heels tossing her jacket aside which her assistant rushed to pick up.

"What the hell happened?" She asked, sweat dripping from her skin. Fuck, Rihanna realised she'd forgotten to turn the fan on in all of the drama with Reneigh. A lot of people scrambled to give a response with the dancers falling over themselves to apologise. Rihanna thought they were such pussies, always letting her push them around.

"Y'all didn't do anything wrong. It's not your fault" Beyoncé turned to glare at Rihanna.

Rih stayed silent. So many things had gone wrong that night, surely she wasn't going to pin it all on her. That would be insane. But, it wouldn't be the first time.

The rush of voices around was stopped when she lifted a hand. She was good at that - commanding people to her will, making them do exactly what she wanted with a simple gesture. If only the audience paid attention there might have actually been silence when she said "look around everybody on mute".
That was another thing that annoyed her. "It's the twentieth show and they still can't shut up?" She continued to berate people going on about how perfect Beyoncé wasn't allowed to mess up. Rihanna sighed. Sometimes thing's go wrong. No matter how much you prepare, you can't predict everything. She had to learn to accept that. Unfortunately for Rihanna, today was not going to be the day she accepted it. Too much had gone wrong, from her in-ears and earrings falling out to being stuck on a horse she wanted to get off, Beyoncé was pissed.

"I thought the show was about freedom?" Rihanna whispered.

The glare she gave Rihanna was enough to make her want to sew her lips closed and never speak again. I should've known her big ass ears would catch it, she thought as she tried to disappear.

"Freedom not mess." she was curt. "Freedom to do things right"

The two glared at each other, tension building between them. "Come" she ordered, her voice husky and clearly getting tired. The adrenaline from being on stage was wearing off as she led Rihanna into her dressing room which was actually two rooms separated by a curtain. Rihanna had seen the room but never been inside until now. Beyoncé disappeared behind the curtain silently cursing her outfit for being so warm.