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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MICHEAL BROUGHT TWO BEERS BACK TO the table where, his friend, Marcus, was sitting. They had just finished training for the competition and their horses were exhausted so they were sleeping in the ranches at the training ground. Marcus had just arrived back in town after visiting his family in Alabama for a couple of weeks.
"So you mean to tell me... this woman—whose name you refuse to tell me— stole Joey's phone, broke into your home, put some other man's boxers in your laundry to make it seem as if it was from Josy, and stole her dress?" Marcus asked, before using his teeth to open the beer bottle.
Micheal narrowed his eyes and shook his head. "You know some people open the bottle with a coin. I ain't never seen someone other than you, use their teeth."
"Don't be hating that you ain't got game like I do." His friend teased, while the pair took a sip of their beers. He looked around the training ground as they continued sitting at the bar, feeling the fans blow cool hair onto their skin. "I think this chick may be stalking your ass."
"She ain't no damn chick that's for sure," Micheal admitted, his lips forming a hard line. Marcus looked at him, furrowing his eyebrows together. "What the hell does that mean?"
The blonde looked at the table, millions of thoughts entering his mind. He set his cowboy hat down and ran his hands through his curls.
After that last encounter, he realized he didn't truly know who Beyonce was. So he searched her name on Google expecting to find out if there had been any other stalking cases or even a restraining order. Turns out she did have a very established career since there were dozens of articles and pictures of her from when she attended award shows or performed shows.
He found himself staying late up at night not because he was fearful she would sneak into his home again, but because he was too busy watching her videos.
Her voice? He thought he had heard the best of it during her Ya-Ya performance and irreplaceable but when she was performing her songs on her new album, it nearly blew him away. He even went to purchase the album from the CD shop.
"I got caught searching her name. She can sing, she can dance, she can perform. She can do it all." He said, rubbing his temples.
"Wait, how did you research her? You don't want anything to do with the internet?"
"I changed my mind. She is something special and she's... stunning. I mean the type of beauty she emits, it's unlike anything you've ever seen. When I saw her in Josy's dress... I—."
"Is that why you ain't report her to the sheriff?" Marcus raised his right eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. "It's because you're protecting her."
