Ours For The Taking

chapter 9: Flawless

(2 WEEKS LATER, 11:30 AM, NICKI'S POV)

Right now, Ariana Grande, Jessie J and I are at the Forum in LA, rehearsing for the VMA's. It has to be perfect. Ariana and Jessie are amazing people to work with, and they're so fun!

I feel Safaree's eyes on me as we strutted across the stage. The music cut off so I walked over to him. "Stop staring at me perv." I laugh. "I'm not a perv. You're my wife." He argues, slapping my ass. "Shush." I giggle.

I sit down by him and Jessie walks over. "That was so good! I think we're gonna take a 2 hour break and then do it again with the costumes and the lights and stuff, sound good?" She asks. "Perfect."

Safaree and I got up and walked outside to our trailer. He closed the door and I sat down, opening Twitter on my phone. "We have 2 hours..what do you wanna do?" I ask.

"Hm...I can go for 2 hours.." He smirks, walking toward me. "You're gross! You got some this morning. Sit." I laugh. "Well then lets go eat. It's 12 and I'm starving."

I heard a knock. "Come in!"

It was David, my assistant, with our food. "What is it?" I ask and open the bag. "A salad with Italian dressing for you and a burger for Scaff." He says. "Here." I say, handing Safaree his hamburger. David left. "This performance better be perfect." I say, laying back on the couch.

(2 HOURS LATER)

I walked up on the stage and the music started. I watched Safaree getting hype in the back by the entrance. We went over it two more times,  and by then it was 3:40. "Aright..see you guys at the awards!" I say, hugging Jessie and Ariana.

 "Bye!!" They say.

We get into my aventador, and Safaree drives off. "You look mad fruity drivin a pink car." I laugh. "Well you would be driving if you didn't bust the maybach up." He says, taking a right. I looked at my wrist, which now had a smaller cast on it. "It's not that bad." I mumble.

(7 PM)

 I got a call from an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Hi Ms.Minaj. This is Beyonce's manager. Beyonce wants to speak to you."

"O-okay..."

"Nicki? This Beyonce."

"Hiiii!!"

"Hey girl! I have a favor. I want you to remix Flawless with me."

"Really? Of course!"

"Great! Can I call you back?"

"Yea, and thanks so much!!!"

"No problem! Talk to you later."

"Bye!"

She hung up and I threw my phone on the couch. "Safaree!!!! Safaree, Safaree, Safareeeeeee!!!!!!" I scream. "What, what, what?"

"Guess who just called me?!!?!" I yell, yanking on his arm. "I give up. Who?"

"Beyonce! She wants me to remix Flawless with her!!!!!"

"Woah, forreal?

"Yesss!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!" I yell, running to the studio.

(12 PM, SAFAREE'S POV)

Ever since Nicki went to into the studio, she hasen't been out. I made a late night snack and took it down to her. "Nicki!" I say, knocking on the door.

She probably couldn't hear because the music was so loud. I walked inside and she was sitting in the corner with her notebook in her hand. I took the notebook from her and turned the music off. The page had two sentences.

"Nic your over thinking it. You usually write a verse in 2 hours...it's been like 5. What's up?" I say. "I don't know...It's Beyonce. This has to be perfect."

i walked out and went upstairs. I got in bed and fell asleep.

(NICKI'S POV, 3 AM)

I woke up with my head on my notebook. I remember finishing my verse about an hour ago. I turned my phone on. 3 AM. ughh.. I got up and climbed the stairs and went into the bedroom.

Safaree was asleep. I got in bed next to him and I felt his arms wrap around me. I scooted away a little. "You okay?" He asks. "Mhhm."

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short but I needed to update. Sorry :( ew I hate this