NM
I walked into the dance studio late, again. This time it was intentional.
We were supposed to be picking out backup dancers today, so I didn't think I even needed to be there in the beginning.
I got lost for a second before I found the room. The only person in there was Wayne, my manager, sitting at a table with three chairs and stacks of papers at the front of the room.
I gave him a hug and then sat down next to me. "Hey, where's everyone else?" He was just sitting down on his phone when I walked in.
"Well, you're late. Beyoncé took them to a different room to teach them a dance because we didn't want to keep the dancers waiting."
I sat down. "Oh."
"Yeah, but we all need to have a talk when this is done because I can't have you guys coming to me every day complaining about something new."
I raised my eyebrow. "She's snitching?"
"I said complaining, and you do the same thing. You guys have only met each other once, there shouldn't be any problems."
"Well it's not my fault." Maybe a little bit. "She came in with all these rules, trying to run my away life."
He laughed, "Her job is kind of to tell you what to do when it comes to preparing to go on tour. Plus, I saw the information she gave you and it was pretty... basic. Can you just try to work with her to make my life easier, please?"
I rolled my eyes. "I'll try." I could do that at least.
It didn't look like she was coming back anytime soon so I pulled my phone out and scrolled on my different social medias for a while. I just dropped my album, The Pinkprint, so I had to be especially active. It was fun until it wasn't.
A while later, Beyoncé walked into the room. She had her hair in a ponytail and was wearing a black sports bra and flared leggings. I wouldn't say she didn't look good, but I couldn't see anything except the passive aggressive attitude she had.
She walked over the table and gave me a very professional fake smile. "Hello."
"Hi." I was just as unenthused to talk to her.
Wayne shook his head. "Y'all are weird. How were the dancers?"
"Good. I definitely saw some potential, I just wanted to come here and make sure we were all here before they came in." She threw shade at me.
"Mm." I rolled my eyes but didn't say anything because I knew Wayne would have something to say to me about it.
"Bet. Bring them in."
She left the room again and I checked the papers out on the table for the first time. It was pictures of everyone that would be auditioning with their name and space for us to leave notes. I knew she made it, it looked like the boring ass papers she gave me last time we met. She was beyond organized.
She came back in the room with a random guy trailing behind her. He waited until she sat down and introduced himself and started dancing.
They were doing a routine to Sticky by Tyler the Creator. I would've said it was pander-ey because Wayne was on the song, but it was just a good song for them to show their dance skills.
After one dancer finished, they would leave and go tell the next person it was their turn. It gave us a minute to say any comments, if we had any. After about the tenth person left, Beyoncé turned to both of us with a non passive aggressive smile for the first time. "This next girl is non-negotiable for me. I loved her."
