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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"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT. NEXT RACE LIVE IN TEN. It's time for ignition and straight automobile pimping!" Tej announced, after hearing from his police lookouts. This week's races were planned to start any second and more people poured in. People were break dancing to hip-hop music, chatting, and cleaning their cars as they waited.
Micheal drove his Hellcat through the crowd causing people to stare at his ride in awe. Just like most of the cars present, he had LED lights under his car, loud exhaust pipes, and tinted windows. He chuckled when he noticed people following him, trying to see if they could look through the dark windows and figure out who it was.
Eventually, he parked the car and stepped out, looking around for his friends. Beyonce stepped out as well, chewing on a piece of gum and pulling down her mini-skirt.
He locked the hellcat and grabbed her hand, walking through the frozen crowd. Instantly, they heard gasps and chatter. Together, they walked to where Roman, Tej, Marcus, and Mia were. Mia's body tensed and she pulled her attention to her fingernails.
"Hey, he's finally here!" Roman said, dabbing him up. Then, just like everyone in the venue, they noticed the superstar who held his hand.
"Roman, Tej, this is my girl—."
"Is that?" Roman breathlessly whispered, his eyes growing wider.
"Beyonce," Tej replied just as Micheal locked eyes with Marcus. Marcus looked confused and he scratched the back of his neck. After hearing some of the people calling for her name, Beyonce let go of Micheal's hand, promising to be back in a second. Then, she walked towards the crowd and began signing autographs.
"Nigga, how the fuck did you manage to pull Beyonce?" Roman asked, rubbing his temples. "Wait, it all makes sense. The wedding you went to— it was her's, wasn't it?"
"Wouldn't that mean she's married now? How did Jay Z allow her to come to Louisiana just to cling onto your arm?" Tej raised his left eyebrow just as Micheal looked back at her. Marcus stood next to him, overhearing what he was telling Roman and Tej. "Y'all don't listen to the news. She didn't marry him and used the entire situation to expose her management who was blackmailing her."
Marcus sighed, placing his hand on his shoulder. "She came back."
"She did."
"Don't worry about her, Mike. There's a a strict no snitch and no phone rule in this place. What happens here, stays here. No one will know she was even here." Tej promised.
"Good."
Roman rubbed his hands together while fully observing Beyonce. "I understand why you was crashing out. She is just as sexy as she is online."
"Man, chill out. You got her man right here."
"She just need some of this dark chocolate." He said, holding his two muscular arms. Micheal only walked past him. "Where's Dom?"
