Nobody's Pov
Beyoncé leaned back on the couch, the afternoon sun filtering through the large windows of Rihanna and Nicki's home studio. The room was cozy but high-tech, filled with instruments, mixing equipment, and a few awards gleaming on the walls. It had been a while since Beyoncé had been in a space like this. She wasn't sure how to feel—excited, nervous, maybe a little scared.
Nicki was perched at the piano, lazily tapping at the keys. She glanced over at Beyoncé, her smile playful but with an edge of seriousness. "You know, B, I've been thinking... You ever thought about singing again?"
Beyoncé looked down at her hands, her fingers fiddling with the fabric of her jeans. The idea had been lurking in the back of her mind for months now, but she hadn't said it out loud to anyone. Music had always been her first love, but after everything that had happened with her father, she'd pushed it away. The industry had felt like a minefield, full of people she couldn't trust. But lately, with Rihanna and Nicki in her life, she had started to wonder if it was possible to find her way back.
"I don't know, Nicki," Beyoncé said, her voice soft, hesitant. "I mean... I miss it. A lot. But I'm not sure if I can go back. The way things ended..."
Nicki waved her hand, dismissing the doubts. "Girl, forget all that. You're Beyoncé. You were born to sing. The world's just been waiting for you to realize that."
Rihanna, who had been lounging on a nearby chair, chimed in. "Nicki's right. You've got something nobody else has. I think it's time for you to show the world what they've been missing."
Beyoncé smiled faintly, still uncertain but starting to feel a flicker of excitement. "You really think so?"
Nicki stood up from the piano and walked over, sitting beside her on the couch. "I know so. And you don't have to do it alone. We can make something right here, just for fun. No pressure. If you don't like it, no one ever has to hear it. But... if it works, maybe it's time to let people see what you've still got."
Rihanna leaned in, nodding. "Exactly. No expectations, no stress. Just us, in the studio, making something because we love it. That's how it's supposed to be, right?"
Beyoncé's smile widened, her heart lifting at the thought. It had been so long since she had made music just for the love of it. Maybe this was what she needed. To remember why she started in the first place.
"Okay," she said, her voice more confident now. "Let's do it. But... I haven't written in so long. I don't even know where to start."
Nicki grinned, pulling her phone out of her pocket. "That's where I come in. I've got a few ideas we can mess with. We'll bounce off each other. Trust me, B, it's gonna be fun."
Hours later, the three of them were deep into the creative process, laughter filling the studio as they brainstormed lyrics and melodies. Beyoncé's nerves had disappeared, replaced by the thrill of making music again. She and Nicki sat side by side, their heads close together as they scribbled ideas on sheets of paper.
"What if we go with something about... owning your power?" Nicki suggested, tapping her pen against her lips. "You know, like being in control, being... flawless."
Beyoncé's eyes lit up. "Flawless," she repeated, the word rolling off her tongue with a certain electricity. "Yeah. I like that. Something about... how no matter what people try to take from you, they can't take your confidence, your self-worth."
Nicki nodded excitedly. "Exactly! That's the vibe. Something fierce. Something that screams, 'I'm back, and I'm better than ever.'"
Rihanna, who had been listening from the producer's chair, leaned forward. "You two are onto something. Keep going."
