DREAM GIRL

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BEYONCÉ KNOWLES

From now on, anything that has to do with Destiny's Child was pure work. No relations or feelings involved. The giddy feeling they once had to share the stage together and sing their hearts out was diminished. They smiled at each other and laughed on stage, but once they were in the wings they were practically strangers. Kelly was the mediator between the group.

Beyoncé had no real problems with Latavia. Yes, the girl also snaked her in a way, but Latavia wasn't disrespectful. Latavia didn't try to belittle her in front of her family and label executives. Letoya on the other hand, could kick rocks.

Beyoncé could talk to Latavia every now and again, maybe even hug and kiss her, but she'd swallow a jean jacket before fixing her lips to even breathe in Letoya's direction.

Everything changed. From their dynamic, to something as small as their formation while performing. Instead of standing on the trusty right of Beyoncé, Letoya was replaced beside Kelly on the far left, and her spot was replaced by Latavia.

Latavia was too afraid to say much to Beyoncé, already knowing she'd done and said enough so she left the girl alone unless she was spoken to. Kelly spoke to everyone, being assigned the task of keeping the peace for as long as they could. At least until the Writings On The Wall press run was over. In the meantime, the label worked out a way to smooth out the kinks within the group.

They were too well known now to be dismembered. The money they brought in was good for all parties, the label couldn't let such a dynamic group of amazing performers and singers go to waste. These young women created their own lane in music and fashion. Everyone wanted to dress like Destiny's Child. Competitor labels tried to replicate the greatness of the ladies, but each time the other groups failed hard.

Now, the girls stood on the stadium field with their choreographer on the sidelines. "Kelly and Beyoncé just split the 50. So both of yall go between the 45 and 50 lines and Letoya and Latavia need to be on it" the rather eccentric man told them and they adjusted their places according to his plan.

All of them stood halfway dressed, rollers in their hair, makeup hardly started, and a piece of their outfit on. All the girls were wiped out from the long road trip it took to make it to Fortworth Texas,  from sunny California with many performance stops in between, but Beyoncé was buzzing with energy.

She cracked jokes and danced wildly, not showing a hint of fatigue. "Come on ladies, where's your enthusiasm? This is the Super Bowl and you all are opening. I'm gonna need a little bit more than that" Rodney told them as they did a dry run-through of their short show, marking positions and things like that.

"Cheer up guys. Practice like this stadium is full of people" Beyoncé said cheerily as she shifted her weight on one leg.

She was physically unable to keep still, so was thankful for what they were doing at the moment. 5 hours in a chair for hair and makeup was the death for her, so she was lucky for this spot-check break.

Soon, it came to an end and the ladies were talking to tech people who were adjusting lights and sets on the field. "Beyoncé!" A voice called out as they entered the field causing Beyoncé to look around. She spotted her father holding a bag of food and happily made her way to him. "Hey daddy, thank you" she smiled taking it from him.

He gave her a curt nod, slipping his hands into his pockets as she dug into the grease-stained bag and stuffed her mouth with fries. "So" he began, looking around awkwardly. Beyoncé innocently peered at him, not aware of the odd way her jaw twitched as she ate. "How's it going with Jay?" He questioned expecting an eye roll or snarky remark as his daughter usually would do.