Knock Me Out

Chapter 57

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After my confession we all stay quiet until Sean breaks the awkward silence.

"I'm hungry"
"Yeah me too"
"Me too"

Mike, the driver takes us to a nearby place, where I could eat my favorite thing in the world. Alfredo pasta.

It's a small place, but the food is delicious.

Sean suggested it, since he's been there before and knows how good the food is.

We haven't had too much trouble with fans. There were just a few who wanted to take pictures and have autographs. A couple of girls were literally drooling over Sean.

After we had our stomachs filled Sean refused to let Bey pay for the food. He said "There's no way I'm letting a woman pay for the food when I can help it.  The other stuff are different, but I'm paying for the food"

Beyonce tried, but didn't win this time. Sean is pretty convincing.

We went to watch a movie afterwards, but we made a mistake by taking our hoods off. The other people actually watched us more than they watched the movie. Some even took pictures of us without permission. It was really annoying to me and Sean, but Bey didn't seem to mind.

When we leave the theatre it's 5:00 pm. We decided to go to Manhattan mall afterwards, which was a mistake since the mall is always crowded.

At first nobody noticed Bey until Sean started it.

There was a guy with his guitar and a few other instruments. He was singing right outside of Popeye's. His instruments are connected to the big speakers outside the store.

Sean probably knew the song and stopped to sing along. He took one of the guy's guitars and played along with him.

The music got under my skin and I wanted to join. I had to join.

"He has a piano" I whisper to Bey.

"Don't you dare leave me standing alone" she whispers back in a panicked tone.

Thank God no one's paying attention to us. They're either too focused on the two guitarists or just walking by.

I hear two girls saying that they're lame and that she can't look at shit like this, but I couldn't disagree more.

"You stay here. They won't see you"

"I'm coming too. Maybe I can sing along?"

"Are you crazy. Do you want them to hug you to death?"

"They won't kill me. There are security guards"

"You're talking as if you don't know how insane and obsessed your fans are"

"Don't talk about my fans like that. I'll be okay"

"Bey this is a bad idea"

"Come on"

"You sure about this?"

"Yeah. Leggo"

Four security guards came closer to the crowd. Even better. If it escalates, they'll probably help. If they can that is.

"Can we sing along?" Bey and I ask together and the guy nods without paying much attention to our faces.

Bey takes one of the microphones as I take the piano.

Sean gives me a "Are you sure?" Look and I nod.

Did you guys know I could play?

Well I can. I play a lot of music instruments.