"Your allure is a subtle temptation, a quiet seduction that lingers in the air. Every glance and gesture is a promise whispered on the wind-inviting, intoxicating, yet always just out of reach. It's a pull I can't escape, desire dressed in grace."
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I know that the purpose of having your own plane is to let others fly you around but I loved flying so that's exactly what I was doing. I couldn't miss another concert of my baby's simply because I had to fly.
Well now I was flying to her on my jet. I called and let the airline know that I was landing in about an hour or two. No one ever questioned when I flew around or landed on airstrips because I'm captain Somalí.
I'm the Beyoncé of this air shit honestly. Well actually I'm the Somalí of this shit to be specific. My sister was with me but she was enjoying the "jet" life. I just didn't know if I trusted anyone to fly me around.
And it wouldn't last anyway because I'll only end up in the co pilot seat telling them how to do their job and that's why I don't catch flights. I fly myself every time. I brought my sister because she's always wanted to see a Beyoncé concert and she found out I was going to one.
I know how bey is and I didn't tell my sister what the nature of my relationship with Beyoncé was because I wasn't sure myself. I'm not the type of person to ask 'what are we' and I'll never be that person.
I picked up the radio so that I could let them know I was in a close proximity. "I'm about five miles out , is the runway clear?" I asked flipping the switches in the plane. "This is Jet tail number G650, is the runway clear damnit!" I yelled into the radio.
"Captain Somalí I apologize, the runway is clear." I huffed and let the wheels down turning the plane. " I'm descending." I watched the dark sky until I saw light and whoever this was holding these lights.
"Air traffic control, do not land. I repeat jet number G650. Captain Somalí. Do not land." I heard loudly. "Fuck!" I yelled pulling up. This was like lifting a whole plane and maybe I would've been slack had it just been me.
My sister was on this plane. "Would someone like to tell me what the hell is going on down there? I was cleared to land!" I yelled into the radio as I circled the airport.
No response. "This is First officer Somalí, what is going on?" I asked. "Sorry about that Captain, you were coming from the western way and the aircraft was supposed to land on the northern side of the airport."
Nodding I grabbed the radio to the aircraft. "Somalí hold on." I said tilting the plane. "Damnit Somalí!" I heard making me laugh.
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I finally landed but I was not happy. I let security escort my sister to the car but I was outside. "Who's in the tower?" I asked. "Bring him down here now and I need to speak to the communications officer."
