"Who is she? I want her, bad."
Beyoncé Knowles, a business woman that enjoys living under the radar. The spotlight could be a bit much at times, so she kept her dealings to herself. A very private woman she was, yet in just a few days, the event was...
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Friday, July 14th Houston, Texas Beyoncé's Pov
Usually I liked to keep my business to myself, whether it was work, family, or even something personal. When you let everyone in on what you have going on, they felt the need to get involved, suddenly your life didn't belong to you anymore. The less eyes on me, the better, I could work in peace, move in silence without having to worry about outside opinions.
Although, keeping those eyes off of me was difficult. Despite my own wishes, what people wanted, they strived to get. I had done a phenomenal job keeping my life, mine, yet that didn't stop the wandering eyes.
I wanted success, I strived for it, one goal in mind, determination by my side, as well as my family. It was no easy feet, god no, many times had I fallen and that tempting urge to quit teasing at me. I knew at 19 I would face a load of challenges to reach my goals, and with the help of my loved ones, I was able to get back up from every struggle, and push my way to where I wanted to be.
At my big age of 24, I never thought I'd have to deal with so many lurking eyes, each wanting a piece of my attention, each wanting a memory to take back to their loved ones. Those that crossed my path, my identity known to them, claimed that they loved me.
They loved my journey, every up and down, my business and what I created with it, they loved my wealth, that I had a dream and just went for it, not looking back. Everyone loved the idea of Beyoncé Knowles, a thriving, young bachelorette, with riches to grant her children's children a prosperous lifestyle.
Everybody loved the thought of Beyoncé, to have her by their side, but they never really loved me as a person. No disrespect to anyone that followed my come up, I loved those that supported me just as much they loved me, but that wasn't real love. It was more so an appreciation for everything, the ideas I made a reality, and those that enjoyed my work so much that they spent their last few dollars on me.
Those same individuals swore up and down that they knew me, but that view was just unrealistic. I'd never met these souls in my life, the me they knew were scattered pieces of my brand, the me I let the public see. I knew all too well that there was a big difference between knowing someone and someone you know of.
I couldn't help but think of the irony in my given circumstances as I allowed the video to replay. There were three women, each enjoying themselves, dancing and having a good time. Only one of them had caught my eye, the shortest amongst the three.
The woman had silky black hair that trailed down her back, smooth tanned skin, I was instantly attracted. Yet I had no knowledge of her, I had never seen the woman before, and in as little as a glance, I was hooked.
I blamed it on the universe and the mysterious ways it worked.
It was as if I couldn't help myself, acting impulsively before properly thinking. My fingers were quick, pulling up instagram and clipping the video, posting it to my story with the caption:
