Disclosure

Talk About It Part 1

*1 Week Later*
October 11
Beyoncé Knowles POV

"You're nervous. Relax babe." Megan giggled as she pecked my lips. I had been on edge the entire week leading up to this show. I wish I could say it was all nerves about what opinions and comments would be made about my art but that wasn't solely the issue. I hadn't heard from Onika since she showed up to my apartment beaten. She left abruptly without waking me and hadn't so much as responded to a text or phone call. I couldn't even find a reason to visit her residence because after telling Alex's cousin about what had happened, he pulled our contract swiftly and said he refused for his company to be associated with Mr. Harris. I just hoped Onika was okay but I couldn't lie I was devastated and extremely stressed about not knowing what happened after she left. It was just easier to make it seem like it was about the show than tell Megan what was really eating me up inside.

"Yeah cheer up Bey. You could leave here rich tonight. That's crazy!" Alex laughed as he placed his hand on my shoulder, his other one holding Amala's waist. The show was a few cities away, about a 2 hour drive, but I couldn't come all the way here without my brother.

We all even had our own hotel rooms in the extravagant hotel across the street from the venue, courtesy of the event's hosts. Of course, Megan would find her way in my room at some point anyway.

"I'm fine. Just a little nervous but i'll get over it." I laughed it off.

"I've seen artists leave here millionaires Bey. You have to be confident in your work or else they will feel it. Your potential buyers will only feel as good about your art as you do." She advised me once again.

"I got it babe." I squeezed her hand and we all proceeded to walk through the massive venue and have small lighthearted conversations with potential buyers. There were only a few people around my display but Megan assured me that was okay. She said people were usually picky about what artists they liked and were always skeptical to see new names. She also told me to not be so forward about what piece was mine and not to linger around it so much.

About 30 minutes had passed and I was getting a little antsy. There had to be hundreds of people in this massive building but my art piece was barely getting any attention. I tried to off put my anxiousness with some shots but was stopped by Megan after I had had more than enough.

"This is bullshit." I sighed as I turned to walk away from my display, but was stopped in my tracks by the beauty in front of me.

"This piece is amazing.. who's the artist?" Onika joked lightheartedly. She wore her usual fitted all black dress and heels, but her hair color had changed to a beautiful ginger color. She also had on the most simplistic but beautiful makeup. She hardly ever wore any at all, but I just assumed her face was still healing and she wanted to cover that.

I was glowing on the inside. Most of the stress and tension I had been harboring about her safety and whereabouts had left me, but I couldn't show how happy I was on the exterior. After all, she had left me and had not returned any of my messages and calls. Now she just pops up out of nowhere and expects me to fall to my knees? I don't think so.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her in front of my entire entourage. I then looked behind her and noticed Robyn and Ariana lingering as well.

Great.

"I wanted to support you. You know how I feel about your art. I'm so proud of—"

"I haven't heard from you since..." I trailed off. It was no point in detailing what had happened.

"And I apologize for that. I just needed some time. But Bey congratulations.. This is—" She started before I cut her off again.

"Thanks." I said and turned around to face my art piece again. My friends' facial expressions were something I couldn't quite read. I'm sure they all had different emotions right now. I heard them all mumble a quick goodbye to Onika, so I assumed she had left.