We have been making rounds all day around radio stations and music shows promoting our new album "Writing on The Walls" we were so excited. Two singles #1 and now a new album was starting to get us recognized. As we stood together taking pictures and smiling I felt it was perfect time to tell my friends and band mate how Thankful I was to have them there with me. After our long day of promotion Kelly and I decided that as a group we should all met up and talk about what we wanted. I had something super cool up my sleeves that no one would have seen coming. While everyone was crazy about talking about our new album I had written a Lyndell inspired song. Now this song spoke to women everywhere I knew that it would also create a act for women, make their men call them by their names instead of "baby", "ma", "hun", "baby girl", "uh uh", "okay", "or right" or "I got ya".
As the girls started dancing and partying I stopped the music:
"So who says after all the hard work we must not work harder tho'?" I said hold up my soda can. "I believe in faith, hence I am working therefore ladies we might have another hit single on our hands.'
Cheers erupted in the room and Kelly and I joined in with an embraced. I wanted to talk to Tavia and Toya about their distance lately but Kelly suggested that now was not the time. Instead we all agreed that it was time to go bed. I spent all night laying down think about what Rodney said before.
Am I losing my friends? Can the end come so quickly? What can be so wrong and hard that we can't fix? My mind started racing with question until a knock on my door interrupted me. I ran to door trying to avoid the loud knocking from waking up the others. But seeing that Kelly was my soulmate she knew I had gotten up from her side. I opened the door when Kelly walked next to me to find Rodney outside.
"Your Pas said you can come down to the studio to lay down the song whenever. You down?"
"Yea I wanna do it but the others are sleeping."
"Beyonce we aint recording and releasing now you just doing a demo so it can be kept and then everyone gonna lay down their vocals."
"Okay gimmie five minutes let me grab my coat and purse. Kellys get ready, you coming with me."
As we closed the hotel door quietly behind us, I went to ensure my dad knew we were leaving. When we made our way down stairs another group of photgraphers came rushing in trying to take a snaps. Knowing I wasnt at my best I flashed a smile and held by jacket close to my outfit. As we headed in the awaiting van I rest my head on the glass trying to get a quick nap.
After 20 minutes we arrived to the studio. Between sleep walking and awake I dragged my tired body up the stairs to the buildings entrance. When we got to the elevator we press the bottom and immediately the door flew open and out walk Dame Dash, knowing the horrible state I was in, I smiled brightly and he returned it. We got in the elevator and pressed number 7. The elevator ride was very short seeing that the building was very empty. As I walked out the elevator I asked Kelly to accompany me to bathroom so that I could run cold water across my face. We then head to the recording studio and found the room pack with producers and JAYZ.
I grew nervous as all eyes started to stare at me. I was always the shy quiet one so Kelly spoke up and started to build conversation. I rasied my head from the floor to meet the brown big eyes of JAYZ. I couldnt help but smile. A smile grew across my face as his big plump cheeks started to expand into a smile. I felt myself turning red and my cheeks hurt so I refocused my attention trying to hide a blush by moving my nose side to side.
"Everyone should already no the male bashers and lead singers from Destiny's Child, Beyonce and Kelly. Kelly and Beyonce this is Dame Dash,Ty Ty, JAYZ, R. Kelly, Mase and Robert Stinger. Three artists and Three producers."
"Hello" I was finally able to say as Rodney ordered me into the recording booth. The room started to grow empty as Mase, Dame, R. Kelly and Robert exit the room. JayZ and his friend Ty Ty stayed.
"Beyonce there is your beat, just lay me down the hook and we can go from there." Rodney sayed, looking at Kelly and I. Music is my escape so I knew that once I started I wouldnt concentrate on JayZ.
"Say my name, say my name, If no one is around you say baby I love if you aint runnin games. Say my name, say my name if no one is around say baby i love if aint nothing strange!"
"And how is that?" I said taking of my head phones awaiting Rodney responds.
"JAYZ wanna say something." He answered.
"That was beautiful". JAYZ uttered cause my cheeks to turn rosy from my blushing.
"Thank You." I said feeling a tug from Kelly.
"Bey you better stop acting up, you know how kindness can be taken for weakness and a smile for flirting." Kelly said as a mean mug grew on her face. We exited the booth to rejoin everyone else.
"Okay Bey that was good, but obviously you just woke up and that was your warm up so get a bottle of warm water to get your throat jumping." Rodney said directing my out the door. As the door shut and I came in front of the vendor I grabbed a bottle of water as I was about to twist the cap the bottle was snatch from behind me. I quickly turned around and saw JAYZ handing me the bottle.
"Thank you Mr. JAYZ." I said through a huge smile.
"Call me Jay and your welcome Ms. Beyonce." He said through a smirk.
As I was about to turn to head back to the studio, he gripped my arm.
"So how long are you town? I mean just in case you need somewhere to go." He said.
"Um, not to sure maybe for the next week or three days."
"Well, um, maybe we can link up the next time you in town? At an album release party or something."
I sipped on water for 5 until I finally made out an end of a conversation phrase.
"Um, maybe or maybe not. Nice metting you but I gotta go." I said quickly walking away.
When I entered back by the studio door, his friend Ty Ty opened the door smirking my way. He then stepped outside looking down the hallway at JAYZ and then at me. I quickly rushed through the door with out saying a word and at that time I knew I was being setup.
We spent all night changing and rearranging lyrics. The song came together in less than 5 hours. When we checked the time it was 3 am. Kelly and I decided to turn in and rest before the others got up. When we got back to the hotel room, Toya and Tavy was up. They didnt hear us walk in so they continued speaking,
"This isnt Beyonce and Kelly's group we are apart of this group too so I dont see whats so important they gotta to go and be in the studio doing stuff while we sit here like we dont know how to do the same."
"Well maybe if yall contributed to writing and not just vocals you can be of some use to us." Kelly snapped.
Knowing Kelly I knew she would've crawl down someones throat in 2.5 seconds and even though trying to end it would have been right thing something needed to be said.
"Look Toya and Tavy. Your voices our just as important as mines and Kelly's, and I mean that but we can't fight producers and directors to make you the lead on a song when we have no say." I said annoyed by the chit-caht and little negativity the group was starting to experience.
"Well if we can't have on who sings what then you don't need a group." Toya spat using her sarcastic tone.
"Okay Toya, you feel you would be a better lead and better vocalist then take the stand. You wanna be the head, go right ahead take out a pen and paper and start making out a song. And I am not meaning a bunch of words thrown together... I mean an anthem." I replied in anger.
The room stood still in awkward silence. I wish I could've hold back on my thoughts but it was already to late. Kelly and I decided that we both needed a room for ourselves, so we went down to front desk asking for a one room suite. Thank God one was avaliable. We went back upstairs gathered other things and left without saying a word. We were on the same floor, just a better view and a smaller room. As we packed our suitcases we got in bed of our new room and fell fast asleep.
In Brooklyn you learn to make a dollar out of 50 cents. Men like me, we struggle to make a better life. We ensure our families are in a better state. Get one or two kids on the way, but marriage? Nope. No marriage for a man in these street unless he got a woman who could love him just as good as a mother. These women out here recognize your pockets before they try to see your potential. So if a man like me manage to sweep a good girl like you of her feet, then she deserves to be wifed as long as her goals and dreams aren't compromised.
We leaned over the balcony of his main suite. He bought a share on the top floor of the hotel me and my girls stayed at. His arms nervously creeped around my waist. The cold NYC weather and the smooth words from his lips made me shivered causing my body to shake. It was unreal. Never in a million years did I find myself falling for someone of his character; his personality and honesty however I absoultely couldn't resist. I moved closer to his arms. He didn't have a muscular shape body nor was he slim and trim, but I didn't care. His body size just fell into place with his personality, his unusally laugh and NYC accent just made it more easier for me to love. I loved his style. The baggy pants but it didn't reveal his underwear, his timbs were always clean. Everything about him was right even the moment we were in was right. He then moved me forward to fully position me in front of him as his hands gripped both sides of my waist. He rest his full large lips on my hair kissing it twice, causing a smile to come across my face. He moved his kisses towards my ears. As he tilted my head to the side I knew he was aiming for my lips. Instead he went to my neck and whispered "I love you Beyonce!" His soft kisses caused soft moans to escape my lips and I finally found the strength to say "I Love -"
"Beyonce are you in there? Answer me this instance young lady! Beyonce I am talking to you!"
As I was about to utter the words "I Love You" to a man I didn't know much about in my dreams; I was interrupted by my father storming through the hotelroom and out of blue a sharp whip came across my face causing me to hit the bathroom door.