It's 2006 and Beyonce just released her newest album "B'Day." She's on the covers of Vogue, adding more Grammy's to her collection and soon becoming the next best thing. In the middle of her popularity, she travels back home to Louisiana for her mot...
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BEYONCE GISELLE KNOWLES LAID DEFEATEDLY in her private jet, her father sitting directly across from her. For the past couple of hours, she refused to look in his direction and only crossed her arms. He scoffed, taking a sip of his brandy and leaning back on the chair. "Look, I know you're upset with me but this is for the better good. Your mother would have wanted you back home for this time."
She held her work phone in her hand and talked to her assistant, "Tamara, please tell my incompetent father that I'm missing award shows, vogue cover shoots, and opportunities to further promote my album—."
"It is your mother's birthday next week, Beyonce." He interrupted, furrowing his eyebrows together and she rolled her eyes. "And I could have sent flowers and a card."
She reached into her purse and pulled out her flip phone, typing the small buttons to send a message to her boyfriend and absolute love of her life, Shawn. Mathew shook his head, rubbing his temples in frustration. She wasn't always like this: egotistical, narcissistic, and uncaring but the fame got to her head. He watched it happen in real time and it was the scariest thing he had ever witnessed.
"I don't even recognize you anymore."
"Oh, I'm sorry is my attitude offending you? Imagine how offended I felt when my father/manager forced me to head back to Louisiana during one of the most important times of my life. I've got singles charging on the billboard charts and I was so convinced Shawn was thinking of proposing to me—."
"That boy hasn't talked to me yet and I'll be damned if I allow you to get engaged before I'm addressed." He clenched his jaw and she just ignored him, continuing to type on her phone. "Tamara, can you give me a report on the album sales?"
Having just realized she just ignored her, he stood up and walked towards the back of the plane and she threw her phone down. Tamera cleared her throat on the line, "The last time I spoke to management, they informed me that over 541,000 units have been sold and that number is increasing rather quickly. Critics all around are giving you positive acclaim and your name is the most searched in the Google engine."
"As I should be." She said before her lips formed a hard line. After ending the phone call, she placed her work phone away. She sighed, opening the window blinds and looking out the plane. Below, she could see the large acres of the farms and they reminded her of her mother's farm. She hated her life growing up in that damn house and now that she had money for her own; everything still looked so damn cheap and dirty.
When the plane finally landed in Louisiana, Mathew stepped out first, placing sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. He walked down the stairs and Beyonce followed after, cursing due to the humidity. She expected a couple of black cars to be waiting on the tarmac but all she saw was her father's janky truck that was older than she was.
