A/n: multiple drops today...enjoy :) (3) for this book ——— Y/n's POV
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Chicago – 1:12 PM, Show Day
The venue was cold as fuck, like all stadiums were before the lights had a chance to heat them up. Crew moved like ants on caffeine, headsets crackling, light rigs swinging overhead like threats. But on stage, it was just me, Bey, and Blue.
"Okay, Blue." Bey clapped, tired. Crouching beside her daughter with this extra proud ass grin. "Go from 'America Has A Problem.' I need to see your sass, baby."
Blue rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. She was always smiling when she danced. She had her mama's rhythm, but her own attitude. Something sharp and untamed.
That Capricorn shit.
I stepped back, gave her space, and watched the kid snap into the first eight count like she'd been doing it since birth. By the third bar, I couldn't hold back.
"Let's go, Blue!" I called out.
Blue giggled, almost broke formation, but recovered like a pro as the music played through our in-ears.
Bey glanced over her shoulder at me, eyebrows raised. "Don't gas her up too much. She already hard to manage."
I grinned. "Can't help it. She got star quality."
"Plus..." I paused, tilting my head. "You sure she ain't the one managing yo ass?"
That made Bey laugh, and from the little hum I heard behind her, I knew Blue was holding in her own.
She finished her section, chest rising fast, beaming.
I tossed her my clean towel. "MVP."
She caught it, all teeth. "You owe me boba."
"I got you after soundcheck."
Bey laughed soft, still crouched. Then she straightened and walked over to me, brushing sweat off her brow with the back of her hand. Her fitted rehearsal set clung to her body like a second skin—gray with a slit up the side of her thigh and a bare back.
Blue had walked off somewhere. Probably to get cleaned up. That lil' girl loved to dance, but she hated getting sweaty.
"You always got her smiling." She said, voice low.
"I always got you smiling too."
She paused. Blinked. That same grin from the first time we met at the second round of LA auditions for her Renaissance Tour played at her mouth. "You think so?"
"I know so."
Before she could say another word, we heard a lil' cough, meant to break something up.
