NM
I was stalking Beyoncé.
Not on any weird shit, but Wayne always talked her up and I wanted to see why.
I definitely saw why now.
She was so impressive, the bitch was mentored by Michael Jackson and she toured with Janet Jackson multiple times.
She had a bunch or videos on her page in the same dance studio we met at dancing to a bunch of different songs. She even did ballet.
I wouldn't be doing the level of dancing she was on her page, on tour, but it was still pretty cool to look at.
I stayed on her page for a little bit too long. She was more interesting than she seemed and I got carried away. I would be a liar if I said she wasn't a pretty girl and her body didn't almost make me want to listen to her diet advice. Almost.
A couple hours later on the same day, I got a call from her. I didn't like people randomly calling me out of the blue, but I still answered. I was attempting to try to be less difficult. "Hello?"
"Hey, this is Beyonce. Are you busy right now?"
"Uh.." I stared at my laptop open with a bunch of emails I didn't want to read. "Maybe, why?"
"Because I wanted to invite you to my home and show me something."
My eyebrow raised. "Show me what?" And why at her house?
"You'll be fed. Just come, I'll send you my address."
Was she trying to call me fat?
Well... I didn't have anything better to do. "If it's more than a half hour drive, I'm not coming." I didn't like driving.
"I doubt I'm that far if you're in the hills too. Wear clothes you can work out in."
"Wait-" I never agreed to working out.
She sang, "See you sooonnn." Before I could tell her never mind, she already hung up on me.
I thought about texting her that I wasn't coming but she sent me her address and she was just down the street. I guess I could go.
I changed into leggings and put a hoodie on top of my sports bra. Hopefully she wasn't really going to work me too hard.
I drove myself to her house and it only took about ten or fifteen minutes.
Her house was bigger than I expected, and really nice. She had a big driveway, and I just parked wherever I wanted.
I called her after I parked and she answered pretty fast. "I see you, I'm coming to the door now."
I was glad I didn't have to say much. "Okay." I hung up the phone and got out of the car.
By the time I walked up the her front door, she already opened it and was standing in the doorway. She was wearing a grey sports bra and matching workout shorts that I could only see the top of because they were under her sweatpants. "Hey, come in."
I walked into her house and took a quick look around. "Nice house." It really was, it might've been decorated better than mine. "But what am I doing here?"
"Follow me." She started walking and I followed her to the kitchen. There was some random man in her cooking. "This is Chef Ky, he's going to be making us some meals to try and show you that eating healthy doesn't have to taste like grass."
I definitely did compare the food she wanted me to eat to grass.
I shook his hand and introduced myself to him and then Beyoncé started taking me to a different part of her house.
