Start Over

One

(A/N: So blue calls Beyoncé "mommy" and Megan "mama" so whenever I say mommy I'm referring to Beyoncé and Mama is referring to Megan.)

July 13th, Saturday 2019
4:30 pm
Blue Ivy Knowles

I sit in the studio next to my mommy as I kick my feet back and forth. My parents have been arguing a lot recently and it kinda scares me because, my friend told me her parents would argue a lot before they got a divorce. I do not want that to happen with my family.

"Mommy I have a dance recital next week." I tell her

"I know you do Blue Blue." She tells me not looking up from her notebook while she writes song lyrics

My mommy wants me to be on a song of hers and I'm honestly really excited to hear myself play on the radio. I love listening to my parents on the radio so it's really exciting. I've done some things on both of my parents songs but never a whole line singing.

"Brown skin girl, Your skin just like pearls the best thing in the world never trade you for anybody else" That's your part princess" Mommy tells me

"Okay." I whisper then I scoot forward to the mic

"Brown skin girl, Your skin just like pearls the best thing in the world never trade you for anybody else" I sing into the mic

Once I'm done singing I turn my head to my mommy looking to her for approval.

"Okayy." She says in a sweet tone

"Did I do good?" I ask her

"Amazing." She replies as she types into her laptop

"Thank you." I reply to her

The studio door opens and my mama appears through the door. Mama places her bag down on the sofa before walking towards me. She wraps her arms around my shoulder pulling me into a tight side hug.

"Hi my beautiful princess." She whispers before kissing my forehead

"Hi mama." I respond to her then I hug her tighter

"Where have you been and why you ain't call?" Mommy asks in an upset tone

"Beyoncé don't start this shit." Mama replies

"Blue Blue, go play with your siblings." Mommy tells me

"But mommy.." I was about to speak up but I'm quickly cut off

"Blue Ivy go." Mommy says in a sterner tone

I sigh softly then I slide off the sofa feeling my bare feet immediately hit the carpet. I stand up straight before grabbing my MacBook and my sunglasses then I quickly exit the room closing the door behind me. Immediately after I close the door I hear loud arguing. I press my ear against the door so I can hear easier.

"I'm so fucking tired of you not telling me where the fuck you're going when you leave!" Mommy yells

"We keep having this same ass fucking conversation Beyoncé. I tell you everywhere I go, I just went to the fucking store damn you gotta police every fucking thing I do?" Mama yells back