10 Years

Fix the Song

Bey P.O.V

We’ve been at the studio every day this week so far. studio-making music. We’ve written a couple songs and we even recorded some. They sound really good. But it’s this one song that we can’t seem to get right. It’s just something about it. I mean, the lyrics are great, we just can’t seem to get the right energy for the song. Maybe it’s because Kelly and I have been fighting lately. Maybe it’s because my heart isn’t in the song, but we need to figure out what it is.

“Nahh. I’m still not feeling it. Do it again.” I said.

“How many times you gone make me redo my part Bey? What’s wrong with the song?” Kelly asked.

“It’s not the song- its the way you’re singing it. It’s emotionless. It sounds like we’re just singing to be singing. It doesn’t cond like you mean it.”

“Bey, your part don’t sound no better than hers.” Michelle said.

I rolled my eyes and ignored her. “It don’t sound like Destiny’s Child...it sounds like-”

“Destiny’s Heathens. That’s what is sounds like.” Kelly and I both turned to Michelle who was now speaking…again.

“Actually let me change that. We sound like Destiny’s Hypocrites; which I say fits this group perfectly. Our songs are about love and female empowerment and-and-and following your dreams and being passionate and being honest with yourself...things that none of us have been doing lately. More specifically the two of you! I know y’all love each other. Y’all know y’all love each other, so I don’t understand why both of you are still married. Y’all have been ‘together’ since 2000 and it’s 2016. 16 years! That’s ridiculous! We can’t preach to our fans and tell them to be honest with themselves and follow their hearts when y’all are doing the exact opposite! Both of you should be ashamed! Especially you Beyoncé! You write hits about the love for your husband that no longer exists! Stop lying to yourself!

And Kelly, I don’t even know why your ass got married. Maybe because you don’t like being alone, or maybe because you like the way it sounds- but you’re such a liar. There was no reason for you to get married if you knew you and Bey we’re still gone be involved with each other. It’s just pathetic.” She stopped talking and stood up, she grabbed her purse and her keys and headed for the door.

“But you know what, if y’all want to be fuck buddies then so be it! I don’t give a rats ass! But y’all need to figure out how to put some fucking emotions in this damn song. I’ve been sitting in this studio, all damn day, listening to y’all fight and argue over petty pointless stuff. Be big little women and fix this. Grow a fucking penis if you have to, just get your shit together so we can break more records with this album dammit! Find a way to put some heart in the song. Make up-make kissy faces at each other- I don’t know and I don’t care...just fix it. I’m done with my part of the song. I’ll see y’all married-heathen-bipolar-love birds tomorrow.” She walked out and slammed the door behind her leaving us both speechless.

I didn’t know what to say. She’s never blown up like that. I didn’t even know she cursed.

“When did she start cursing?” Kelly asked. It was like she read my mind.

I shrugged my shoulders. “Beats me.”

“As much as I hate to admit it, she’s right.”

“I know she is. It’s just not that easy. I’ve thought about it..several times-I just never do it. We’ve built an empire together. I don’t want to be the one to tear it down.”

“It’s okay, I understand. I don’t expect you to leave Jay for me.”

“I knew you’d understand.”