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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- 3 months later -
"RUN IT BACK, THE CHOREO IS A DAMN MESS," Beyoncedemanded while the dancers quickly moved back to their positions, hiding their exhaustion. She leaned against the wall, crossing her arms while her choreographer, Simone, stood next to her. Get Me Bodied began playing and the dancers started again. They were practicing for The Beyonce Experience Tour.
Ever since she had touched down in LA, she had been completely busy with rehearsing for performances and her upcoming tour next year, interviews, photoshoots, etc. She was everywhere in the media and she wanted nothing more than to further her career.
They watched closer and soon enough, Beyonce shook her head, running her hands through her hair. "No, cut! Cut the damn music!"
The music stopped and she gritted her teeth together. "This is not the choreography. You're a quarter beat early, the footwork is sloppy, and you look as if you haven't been practicing. Get it together! Y'all work for me."
"Why don't we take a 5-minute break?" Simone proposed, and the dancers thanked her, running to get a drink of water. Beyonce ran her hands through her hair in frustration, mumbling curses under her breath. Simone turned to her, placing her hands on her hips.
"Something's wrong." She said and it wasn't a question, more of a statement. "What's been going on because, for the last 3 months, you've been incredibly hard on your team."
"Nothing is wrong. When is this 5 minute break over? We need to start again." She paced around and Simone only raised her right eyebrow. "Well, you have an attitude and you've never had that when it comes to working."
"I'm just stressed for this Tour. I can't believe it's in three months. And on top of that, I have the BET performance tomorrow." She shrugged, sitting down on a nearby chair and holding her head.
She wasn't stressed about no damn tour, she just missed her man. She wondered what he was doing constantly and if he was alright. This was torture and no matter how hard she tried to distract herself, he returned to her mind. He was like a drug, one that she didn't want to live without. She wanted to call him every day but she remembered, he needed distance. And she would give him that out of fear she may lose him forever.
"And there is no need for that. Everything will go fine."
Beyonce nodded, thanking her choreographer just as the doors opened. When she spotted Shawn walking inside, she rolled her eyes and turned away from his direction. "You can't come up here uninvited."
