Hard Core Grinding and Meet and Greet.
Song: Drunk In Love by Beyonce ft. Jay-z
Drea's P.O.V
When the Jack's had finished singing their amazing songs, Jacob was next.
Jacob had sung his song You're Perfect and some other song covers.
"I would like to take this time to introduce a new member of the Magcon family, Drea Reynolds!" Jacob said into the mic, and the crowd cheered.
That was my cue to go on stage.
"How's everyone doing?" I asked, and everyone cheered.
I felt the love already. Fans snapped pics, took videos, tweeted about it, blogged about it, and posted stuff on social media.
"We have a great surprise for you guys later on in this show! I think you'll guys love it! But right now I want to sing you guys a song, is that cool with you guys?" I asked them, and screams filled the room.
Mahogany started the song, and I began to sing.
I've been drinking, I've been drinking
I get filthy when that liquor get into me
I've been thinking, I've been thinking
Why can't I keep my fingers off it, baby?
I want you, na na
Why can't I keep my fingers off it, baby?
I want you, na na
Cigars on ice, cigars on ice
Feeling like an animal with these cameras all in my grill
Flashing lights, flashing lights
You got me faded, faded, faded
Baby, I want you, na na
Can't keep your eyes off my fatty
Daddy, I want you, na na
Drunk in love, I want you
By this time the fans were all singing with me, and all I could do was smile widely.
I started to adjust my voice so it would match how Beyonce originally sung it.
We woke up in the kitchen saying,
"How the hell did this shit happen?"
Oh baby, drunk in love we be all night
Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grinding up in the club
Drunk in love
We be all night, love, love
We be all night, love, love
That's when I started to rap.
We be all night,
And everything alright
No complaints from my body, so fluorescent under these lights
Boy, I'm drinking,
Park it in my lot 7-11
I'm rubbing on it, rub-rubbing, if you scared, call that reverend
Boy, I'm drinking, get my brain right
Armand de brignac, gangster wife
Louie sheets, he sweat it out like wash rags he wear it out
Boy, I'm drinking, I'm singing on the mic to my boy toys
Boy, I'm drinking, I'm singing on the mic til my voice hoarse
Then I fill the tub up halfway then ride it with my surfboard, surfboard, surfboard
Graining on that wood, graining, graining on that wood
I'm swerving on that, swerving, swerving on that big body
Been serving all this, swerve, surfing all in this good, good
Everyone was loving how I sang.
By this time, Dillon came running with a microphone in his hands, and all the fans screamed with joy, and had a heart attack.
Before I went on, I had planned with Dillon a special part just to make the fans crazy.
We woke up in the kitchen saying,
"How the hell did this shit happen?"
Oh baby, drunk in love we be all night
Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grinding up in the club
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