Suicide Sisters

31

"I wanna go to a dance party with Beyoncé" Kiya mumbles into Zed's ear as he sleeps. "She's going on tour, you know." The words tumble out in a hushed whisper, a blend of excitement and desperation.

Yet, Zed remains oblivious, snoring softly, cocooned in the warmth of his dreams. Kiya's face scrunches up in frustration, her enthusiasm clashing with his indifference.

She nudges him again, pushing and pulling his arm in a weak attempt to rouse him from his slumber.

"I already have my boots and hat; I just need seats. I need to go see her in Houston. Has to be Texas." The words hang in the air, filled with the promise of glitz, glamour, and the rhythmic beats that only a Beyoncé concert can deliver.

Kiya had been a fan of Beyoncé since childhood. The first time she heard "video phone" it was as if the universe had aligned to introduce her to a sound that resonated deep within her soul. From that moment on, Kiya was hooked. She learned every dance move, memorized every lyric, and followed every tour announcement like it was a sacred text. Beyoncé wasn't just a pop star; she was an icon, a source of empowerment, and a muse for countless dreams.

As Kiya gazed at Zed, she couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. He was sleeping soundly, free from the weight of the world and the burden of unfulfilled dreams. She, on the other hand, was wide awake, her heart racing at the thought of the concert. The idea of dancing in the front row, surrounded by fellow fans, lost in the music, was intoxicating. It was a moment she could almost taste, like the sweetness of cotton candy at a carnival.

"Zed! The Beyhive is buzzin'" she hissed, her voice rising in urgency. "Wake up! This is important!" She shook him a little harder, a sense of determination igniting within her.

Finally, Zed stirred, blinking sleepily as he tried to comprehend the chaos unfolding around him. "What's wrong?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

"I need to go to Houston to see Beyoncé!" Kiya exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with fervor. "It's a once-in-a-lifetime chance, and I can't do it alone. You have to come with me!"

Zed rubbed his eyes, his face a canvas of confusion and disbelief. "This the important shit you woke me up for?"

"Yes because it's not just a concert! It's an experience! It's a celebration of life, love, and music! Plus, think of the energy, the lights, the choreography!" Kiya's voice crescendoed, her excitement palpable. "We could dance, sing, and make memories that last a lifetime!"

Zed chuckled, shaking his head. "Deadass?"

"Absolutely! I've already got my cowboy boots and hat ready. It's Texas, after all!" Kiya beamed, her enthusiasm infectious. "Just imagine us dancing in the crowd, singing along to every song. It'll be fun!"

Zed sighed, a smile creeping onto his face despite himself. Kiya's passion was hard to resist, and as he lay there, he couldn't help but feel the pull of her excitement. "Okay"

Kiya's eyes widened with joy. " I've been tracking the ticket sales for weeks. They go on sale tomorrow at 5 AM sharp. We have to be ready!"

"My card is connected to your Apple Pay" resuming his sleep he pulled me closer pressing a heated kiss onto my shoulder.

"So this is love" she sang in a low tone humming happily. "dance party with Beyoncé! Wooo let's go!"

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Nestled among the rolling hills and whispering pines, a quaint cabin stood as a testament to the simple joys of life. Its wooden façade, kissed by the elements, exuded a rustic charm that drew the eye and warmed the heart.