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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A COUPLE DAYS LATER, SOLANGE CARRIED the basket with allthe goods and produce as Beyonce looked at herself in the mirror. Tina and Agnez walked in front, pickling out different things from the town market to add to the basket. "There's a showcase tonight down at the country club. They invited pretty much anyone to take the mic. Maybe, Solange and Beyonce can sing something for the folks."
Solange shrugged and then turned to view Beyonce who was now typing on her flip phone. "What do you think, sis? Are you still hating Louisiana or do you think you can spare one night to mingle with the people here?"
Beyonce glared at her sister and rolled her eyes. "I don't know why you guys think I have a hatred for this place. Even as old and dirty as it is, I'm starting to tolerate it here."
"Oh really?" Tina asked, causing Agnez to chuckle. Beyonce placed her hands on her hips. "Yes, and to prove it to you all, I will start helping out at the farm and if you want me to sing at the showcase, I can do that too. I've really had a change of mind."
"What caused it?"
She pressed her lips together and shook her head. The answer was simple. She realized how dreamy cowboys could possibly be. Not all of them, of course, but one in particular.
After a couple more minutes, Beyonce subtly pulled Solange back. "What do you know about Micheal and his girlfriend?"
Solange furrowed her eyebrows together in confusion.
"Just answer the question, please," Beyonce said, scratching the back of her neck. Her sister sighed. turning her head and looking at the fresh produce that was displayed on the stands. "I know she's from Congo."
"And?"
"And.. they've been together for a couple of years. I think Mama wants them to even get married." Solange verbalized, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip. "Do you have a little crush on him?"
Her cheeks began to redden yet she shook her head. Her sister gasped while her eyes widened. "You do!"
"Shut up." She warned, crossing her arms. Solange giggled, scrunching her nose. "Ain't it funny how you're dating someone and he's dating someone? Now how would that work? And not to mention, he's damn near 40, he's like an older brother."
"To you. But to me—," She looked at her nails. "He's perfect. Don't you think?"
"You know I don't think that about any man." Solange joked, rolling her eyes, playfully. "But you need to treat carefully. Micheal is not single and he ain't gone be single for a long time."
