Chapter 22

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Erika pov

I was walking down the street, when I remembered that I still didn't have a new song or dress for the super bowl. Speaking of the super bowl it started in 2 hours.

The paparazzi was everywhere, lights are flashing, and people are shouting at me. I wanted to break down and cry, but I wasn't going to show the world my pain.

My legs hurt, I have a headache, and I think I'm having a panic attack. I plopped myself down on the side of the street right next to a homeless woman.

"Aren't you that talented little girl everyone's been talking about?" The sad look on the lady's face disappear as her eyebrows lifted in a questioning look.

Great ever the old lady knows who I am! I nodded my head slowly,"honey you need to get to the super bowl NOW!" I looked down, "I'm not going." Her eyes narrowed,"You know theres something inside of everyone, something that allows you to do things you never thought you could do. And it's really strong inside of you."

Was I really about to take advice from her, she did sound very wise. I stood up from the ground as the lady smiled at me,"go get em champ." I ran down the street and into me neighborhood.

"Look out!" I screamed as a few kids bumpes into me, I stood up and instantly recognised them, there the kids that helped me sing at Michael's 30th anniversary.

I had no idea we lived in the same community," guys I need your help how would you like to perform at the super bowl?" Ever one shook their head and ran home to get dressed. Now it was my turn,I sprinted into the house with hope that bey didn't leave yet but I was to late and the super bowl is almost over!

I took one of bey's favorite dresses and unfortunately I had to cut it.

Beyonce POV

I had just finished my new song single ladies and Erika is no where to be found and I'm really- my thought were cut off when the beat of my music changed. I stopped singing and looked at Michael, he was just as confused as I was.

Do you ever feel
like a plastic bag blowing through the wind
Wanting to start again

Something came up from under the stage on a platform, I recognized that voice it was the voice of my baby! She was wearing a short dress and some sparkling flats, I have to admit she has style

Baby your a firework
Come on let your colors burst

A lot of dancers came on the stage and started dancing

At the end of her song loud fireworks were set off. And there written in lights were the words.... Michael and Beyonce
I guess someone had set all this up because Erika pushed me toward him and with no hesitation I crashed my lips on to Michael's.

The end

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Will be posted tomorrow

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