A/n: y'all been asking for this one so here it is finally 😭
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Y/n's POV
The show was already halfway through, and I was honestly chilling, watching some of the best performances of the night. But nothing could prepare me for what was about to go down when the girl's stepped back on stage for their performance after accepting their award.
I leaned back, my hands lightly gripping the armrest of my seat as the spaces next to me were empty due to the lack of presence from Beyoncé, Kelly, and Michelle.
The crowd erupted in cheers as the lights dimmed, and I straightened up instinctively. My focus sharpened the moment I heard the first notes of their set.
Beyoncé, Kelly, and Michelle, appeared at the top of a sleek staircase in matching, golden brown dresses.
My eyes immediately locked in on Bey, who looked so good that it almost felt illegal. The spotlight hit her just right, and that signature grin played on her lips as she adjusted the mic to be closer to her mouth.
The first few bars of 'Cater 2 U' started, and the crowd only got louder. A smile grew on my face as my girl took the lead, her voice dripping with the same familiar honey-like sultriness that I was so used to. But I couldn't shake the unease building in my chest.
It was more to this shit, for sure.
The performance was starting off to simple and Beyoncé was everything but that.
It wasn't until I saw them pull three guys on stage that I damn near lost it right then and there. The cameras panned over to Terrance Howard as he sat on the stage in a chair, along with Nelly and Mike Johnson.
These niggas was grinning way too wide.
I clenched my jaw in an effort to stay calm. "Yo, what the fuck is this?" I bitterly laugh under my breath as I watched.
The girls made their way to each man, swaying their hips perfectly in sync. Beyoncé led the pack, her movements fluid, calculated, and just nasty in the best way. Her eyes scanned the crowd, and for a second, I thought she had looked directly at me until her gaze shifted and she kept walking towards him.
Terrence fucking Howard.
The nigga was no competition, but he was finna be all up on my girl and I was not fucking with the idea of that.
The bass kicked in harder as they started performing around the men. Kelly draped her arm over Nelly's shoulder while Michelle leaned in closer to Mike.
As for Beyonce, she stopped right in front of Terrance, running her hands all over him like she had every right to.
My grip on the armrest tightened. "Word to my dead, she not serious." I whispered, my voice barely audible over the music.
