SEVENTEEN
QUEEN & GHOST
SEATTLE, WASHINGTON
BEYONCÉ RAN HER HANDS THROUGH HER blonde hair and closed her eyes. Her manager Alexia stood next to one of her executive stylists, Lauren, patiently waiting for her to say something. Beyoncé was performing another show in Seattle and after seeing her opening outfit, her entire mood flipped. She was standing in her dressing room wearing nothing but her nude shapewear as people rubbed oils and lotion on her skin.
"This is what they sent?" Her deep voice asked, her eyebrows furrowed together. Lauren nodded and together, they continued looking at the red unitard with matching thigh-high boots.
"But this is not what we paid for. This-," she pointed all over, "was never the pattern we sent to them. I mean, is this entire thing made out of latex? Are they trying to make me faint in this heat?"
"You will have the fans pointed at you," Lauren explained and Beyoncé swore her blood began boiling.
"Okay, but this isn't what I wanted. So how do we fix this because this is a big problem." She asked, narrowing her eyes and a few seconds of silence passed where no one spoke. She felt as if she was talking to a wall because these people never seemed to understand her. Sometimes she felt because she was a black woman, people were constantly trying to fuck her over because they didn't think she could ever make it this far. She was doing something unprecedented with her formation tour and she wanted everything to be perfect.
So she wasn't backing down.
Every show, she was trying to make it better than the last.
"We can reschedule the looks and use an outfit from an upcoming tour. Then we'll have our executive stylists contact designer brands to create another look in a short time."
"Then I need y'all to get on with it." She demanded. Alexia and Lauren nodded, walking out of the room. Beyoncé sighed and raised her hand, signaling to be left alone by the women who were oiling her. She placed her hands on her hips before sitting down at her vanity. She looked at herself in the mirror and began combing her hair, trying to calm herself down.
Alexia stood behind her and looked at her through the mirror. "You're upset, why?"
"No reason," Beyoncé assured. There was no point in explaining it, she wouldn't get it anyway.
"Well, I have been talking with David Angelo for the last couple of days. Coachella and the team have finally negotiated a decent price we think you'll love. I think 2018 will be known as your year."
"What about this year, 2016?" Beyoncé asked, narrowing her eyes. "I'm literally on tour and I'm working incredibly hard to deliver shows for my fans who have been day ones. Why would two performances for Coachella suddenly make 2018 my year?"
"I didn't mean it like that, Bey." Alexia sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. Before Beyoncé could respond, there was a knock at her dressing room and she gestured for her assistant to open the door. Julius soon stepped inside, "Miss Knowles, I have Trey outside for you."
Upon hearing his name, she curiously turned her head and nodded. Julius moved to the side, allowing Trey inside. Her lips subconsciously curved into a smile and she almost forgot about her problems for a moment. He flashed her a cheeky grin. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright before the show."
"You worry about me too much," She said, her cheeks slightly turning into a bright red. "You have such a big heart. I love that for you."
Trey chuckled to himself, he had never heard someone tell him that. If she knew the truth about him, she would never dare to say something so contradictory. He didn't have a heart or he believed he didn't. Until he met the Queen.
