She beckoned one of the members of her security. "Kenyon go get me that girl at the bar.." she began.
"That's specific." He shot back sarcastically.
Nicki just stared at him straight faced, unblinking. "Like I said, go get me that girl at the bar...
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to any (song) names/persons mentioned in this story. This is a fictitious representation of events. Uses are for entertainment purposes only.
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November 17th, 2014 - 5:49pm - Manhattan, NYC
Bey POV
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Things got weird after Nicki and I made our 'debut'. Every media outlet in the English language were reporting on our relationship. Though everyone had a differing opinions, the collective consensus was that we "weren't gonna last" and/also this was just a publicity stunt to boost album sales. I was hurt but this was to be expected. I knew that Nicki was a controversial artist and, to them, our relationship was a controversial subject. We had broken the internet. My mother would never speak to me now.
I couldn't travel anywhere alone either. After being pictured leaving my apartment building on several different occasions I had no choice but to be assigned a bodyguard, though I fought tooth and nail against it.
"Bey I don't think you understand how dangerous it could be for you not to have security. I don't mean to toot my fuckin horn but TOOOOT. I'm Nicki fuckin Minaj. My enemies are your enemies now. And I love my fans but some of them are.. overzealous."
I snickered as Nicki scolded me for being swarmed by fans just outside of my building. The attention was off putting but I assumed it would die down quickly.
"I remember. I'm one of them." I smacked my lips. "And stop cursing so much."
"Did you get the pictures I sent you?"
"Yes." I rolled my eyes for a third time during our conversation. I knew what this would be leading into, even though I had already given my answer on the topic. "It's a beautiful place but I'm not moving."
Nicki was exasperated. "Why do you insist on fighting with me at every corner? I tried to get you the car you said no. I try to give you an allowance you say no. I'm trying to get you out of Manhattan into some place more safe and quiet-"
"Can't I have one thing in my life that you can't control?" I said the words before I realized how hurtful they might've sounded, but I was ticked.
Between me being a newly signed recording artist and with my face at the forefront of every social media platform, it felt like my life wasn't mine anymore. Everything I did was being watched, documented, and analyzed. Whether it was being done by the public or Nicki's team. I was trying so desperately to cling to the last bit on normalcy I had, and it seemed like Nicki wanted to take that too.
The line was dead silent. "Baby? I'm sorry I didn't mean it that way it's ju-"
