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XXXIX

Isabella

"So where are we going again?" I asked as I followed my mom into some building. I'm pretty sure we're in Brooklyn, and I'm a little shook because we somehow managed to dodge the paparazzi. I didn't see one camera! That's never happened before. It felt great.

"I'm rehearsing for something." My mom replied. "I have a show coming up."

"Oooh yay, I finally get to see you in action." I said with a bright smile. I haven't seen my mom as Beyoncé the superstar yet and I'm really excited. I've been waiting to go to one of her concerts but she hasn't been performing anywhere. My time has come!

She smiled. "Yes you do. And don't forget, we have a session with Dr. Wells tomorrow." Mom reminded me. I huffed a little. I forgot about that.

"Just an hour, right?" I asked to clarify. Dr. Wells was really nice and great at her job, but I could only take so much. Every time I saw her I cried, and I'm pretty sure mom did too. It's just really tiring.

"Yes." My mom nodded and I sighed. Thank God.

"Is there any food here?" I asked as we stepped into the elevator. "I'm really hungry."

My mom looked over at me. "You just ate."

"And."

She rolled her eyes. "You're gonna have to wait until I take a break, then I'll order you something."

Wait, I had to wait? I can't do that, your girl is hungry now! "Uh, can't I just order something myself?" I asked. I mean I am sixteen. I can work a phone.

"You don't know anything around here."

"That's why they have google, mommy." I smiled. She just shook her head and we stepped out. "Please? Sam can go pick it up."

"Sam isn't your assistant." My mom replied. Damn, she was being difficult for no reason. "Just wait, Isabella."

"But–"

"I wasn't asking." She walked over to her team and left me standing there. You know, she's been a lot more strict lately and it's not my favorite thing. I swear I can't do anything without her jumping down my back.

I huffed and rolled my eyes. I stormed over to one of the chairs on the other side of the room and slumped in the seat. I didn't greet anyone because one I don't really know these people, and two I'm pissed and hungry.

I saw movement in the corner of my eye and looked up. My mom was walking towards me. Oh joy. "Did you speak?" She asked. She didn't look happy, so in return I didn't either.

"I don't know anyone here." I defended. What did she want me to say?

She sighed and held out her hand. I slowly took it. "Come on, I'll introduce you to everyone." I nodded and followed her back over to her crew. She introduced me to her band, her dancers, her production team and the mamas. Everyone was really nice, even though it was a shit ton of people. My mom said they're like family though, and I liked that.

"You can sit over there and watch." My mom said, pointing towards a couch by the wall. I was relieved because it looked a lot more comfortable than that chair. "But listen to me, are you listening?"

"Yes mom."

"Ok good. No pictures, no videos, no nothing. Do not tell your friends anything. Do not post anything." She said. I nodded, because I already knew how private she was about her work. "I don't need anything being leaked. What happens here stays here until it's moved to the stage. Understand?"