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After my confession we all stay quiet until Sean breaks the awkward silence.

"I'm hungry"
"Yeah me too"
"Me too"

Mike, the driver takes us to a nearby place, where I could eat my favorite thing in the world. Alfredo pasta.

It's a small place, but the food is delicious.

Sean suggested it, since he's been there before and knows how good the food is.

We haven't had too much trouble with fans. There were just a few who wanted to take pictures and have autographs. A couple of girls were literally drooling over Sean.

After we had our stomachs filled Sean refused to let Bey pay for the food. He said "There's no way I'm letting a woman pay for the food when I can help it.  The other stuff are different, but I'm paying for the food"

Beyonce tried, but didn't win this time. Sean is pretty convincing.

We went to watch a movie afterwards, but we made a mistake by taking our hoods off. The other people actually watched us more than they watched the movie. Some even took pictures of us without permission. It was really annoying to me and Sean, but Bey didn't seem to mind.

When we leave the theatre it's 5:00 pm. We decided to go to Manhattan mall afterwards, which was a mistake since the mall is always crowded.

At first nobody noticed Bey until Sean started it.

There was a guy with his guitar and a few other instruments. He was singing right outside of Popeye's. His instruments are connected to the big speakers outside the store.

Sean probably knew the song and stopped to sing along. He took one of the guy's guitars and played along with him.

The music got under my skin and I wanted to join. I had to join.

"He has a piano" I whisper to Bey.

"Don't you dare leave me standing alone" she whispers back in a panicked tone.

Thank God no one's paying attention to us. They're either too focused on the two guitarists or just walking by.

I hear two girls saying that they're lame and that she can't look at shit like this, but I couldn't disagree more.

"You stay here. They won't see you"

"I'm coming too. Maybe I can sing along?"

"Are you crazy. Do you want them to hug you to death?"

"They won't kill me. There are security guards"

"You're talking as if you don't know how insane and obsessed your fans are"

"Don't talk about my fans like that. I'll be okay"

"Bey this is a bad idea"

"Come on"

"You sure about this?"

"Yeah. Leggo"

Four security guards came closer to the crowd. Even better. If it escalates, they'll probably help. If they can that is.

"Can we sing along?" Bey and I ask together and the guy nods without paying much attention to our faces.

Bey takes one of the microphones as I take the piano.

Sean gives me a "Are you sure?" Look and I nod.

Did you guys know I could play?

Well I can. I play a lot of music instruments.

We start playing "Greatest love" by Whitney Hudson like Bey requested.

🎵I believe the children are our future. Teach them well and....🎵Bey starts the song.

The man playing the guitar stops abruptly when he hears her voice. "Oh my God!"

Thank God the guitar has a belt, or else it would be on the floor by now.

The people in the crowd didn't seem to notice anything at all.

I take my hoody of and shit!...
Who knew a small crowd like this could be so loud.

I'm actually buying Bey some time to run away, but she's talking to the guy.

"Listen" is all he says.

"Listen to what?" Bey asks him.

"Please sing 'listen', before I wake up from this dream" he pleads. He probably can't believe his eyes.

Bey nods and I take it as a sign that she'll do it. I do a little intro for her so she can start the song.

🎵Listen. To the sound here in my heart....🎵

Did I say that the crowd was loud when I took my hoody off?

Well scratch that. When Bey takes hers off, we can't even hear her voice or the instruments through the speakers.

The crowd moves forward in a rapid speed as we back away. Thank God the guards are trying their best to keep them at a distance.

The man is still standing next to us with his jaw on the floor.

We signal the crowd to quiet down. After some time they finally get a little in control.

"Hey guys. Surprise!" Bey chuckles nervously. There's the shy Bey I haven't seen in a while.

The four guards get joined by four others.

The cameras flashing around are blinding me. What is this? MTV awards? Or some Oscars something?

"Guys. Listen. Uum...."

When she notices that she can't come out with her words she pushes the microphone into my hands saying " I don't know what we were thinking. Why didn't you stop me?"

Yeah I know. She's impossible.

"Hi guys" I say smiling.
"Hey Chanielle"
"So you see. This wasn't planned at all and I'm kinda freaking out, I swear and Beyonce here isn't helping one bit" I chuckle.
"Aaw" "You're so cool" "we love you guys"
"Thank you so much. We love you guys too"
*loud cheering*
"Okay here's the thing. Bey wants to sing a song, but she can only do that if you guys aren't too loud"
"Yeah!" *cheering*
"I'm probably asking for something impossible, but I'm sure you guys will at least try"

I give Bey the microphone back.

"That's right. I'm gonna sing 'listen' since that's what my friend here requested"
"We love you Bey!"
"I know honey I love you too"

She starts the song over again whit a less loud crowd this time. Not that they're close to quiet tho.

Her voice is echoing through the halls of the mall. The crowd is enormous by now. Cameras flashing everywhere. Loud cheering voices. Weird things like "Please have my baby Chanielle" and "Be my lesbian lover Chan" are being shouted. The bag that was close to empty before we came is now half filled with the money people put in it. The man who's spotlight we stole is watching us with tears in his eyes. A little girl in a wheelchair I didn't notice before is holding his hand.

When Beyonce finishes the song they start cheering "we want more! We want more! We want more!"

"I love you guys so much, but I gotta go. There's a bag here for my friend. Please don't forget to give as much as you can give" Bey says. As if we can get out through this crowd. She's right. What were we thinking?

"Please do a question answer with us!" Someone shouts.

"Okay. We can do that. Just a few questions then. Chan?" she says looking at me and I nod in agreement. She points at random people for their question.

"Where's Blue ivy?"
"Blue's at home. Probably watching a movie right now"

"What are you guys doing in the mall?"
"Well we were here to do what every normal person does in the mall, but that didn't work out...like at all"

"Chanielle how's your health? And how have you been after your coma?"
"My health is on point again as you can see. And I've been good"

"Chanielle what products do you use for your hair to keep the perfect curls?"
"Uum.. let's see. Water. I mean the curls are there anyway, so I don't have to do much to keep it this way"

"Who's the hot guy with you"
"That's our friend Sean Collins. Look he's blushing"

"Will you guys be doing this often?"
"Noo... this just happened" "Yeah it just happened, don't ask us how" "it just happened"

"So that was it. I guess we'll go now" she chuckles. "Thank you sir for allowing us..."

"No thank you. You have no idea what you've just done for me. Chanielle is my daughters idol. She wanted to be a dancer like you. That dream got shattered when she had an accident. I'm here every single day to collect some money for her surgery. These instruments and my old Van are all we've got. She loves when I play Beyonce's songs and for her to be able to experience this is a dream come true for me and for her. Thank you so much. I can't thank you enough" he says with tears in his eyes.

"You mean you're homeless and trying to raise money for your daughter's surgery?" I ask.

"Yes ma'am. That's my daughter Jessica" he says.

"Can we talk to her?"

"Please do"

Me and Bey walk toward her and great her.

"I'm gonna be a dancer like you someday and I'll dance to Beyonce her songs" she says proudly.

"Really? That's really nice. How's it going in school?" I ask.

"It's going great. My teacher says I'm gonna be a great surgeon someday. It's gonna be a unique combination. Cause I'll be a dancer and surgeon at the same time" she says excitedly. "Thank you for being here. You just made one of my dreams come true. I can't thank you enough"

"You're welcome.  You know. I really want to see you dance to my songs. That'd be so great right?" Bey says.

"Yeah it would. I just have to be a little more patient as daddy collects money.  It's going a little slow right now, because people see all the instruments daddy has and they think we don't need the money as much as we really do. But I'm sticking in there" she shrugs.

"How cool would it be if you could do your surgery before the new year?"

"It'd be super cool, but I'll need a miracle for that to happen. I can't believe I'm actually having a conversation with you guys"

"Haha yeah? Maybe I can make that miracle happen. Don't you think so Chan?"

"Yeah definitely. And how cool would it be to come home after your surgery? To an actual house, with a special room whit mirrors where you can dance?"

"That'd be cool. Really cool" she says quietly, not figuring out where we're going with this.

"How old are you?" I ask.

"I'm just ten years old"

"Well Jess. Consider all of this done. I will pay entirely for your surgery and every other hospital bill that comes with it" Bey says.

"And I, Jess will make sure you go straight into your new home after you leave the hospital" I say.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Daddy did you hear that? Thank you so much!" She cries.

The crowd that had turned silent magically during our conversation, has found it's voice again.

The man falls to his knees crying and thanking us and it's makes me uncomfortable.

Me and Bey stop him and pull him back up.
"Please sir don't" "It's okay sir. You don't have to do this" "we're happy to help" "Yes. Your daughter is a very intelligent young woman with a bright future" "it would be a sin if we walked past her without helping her"

Beyonce writes a phone number on a piece of paper and I add the number of Righters Enterprises Holdings Inc.

I'll update the assistant immediately about this when I leave, so she knows what to do.

After a while we make our way through the crowd. Pictures, selfies are being taken as we walk past them. We had to pose for so many cameras before we could get out.

As we walked out they sang "Irreplaceable" knowing that  Bey loves when her fans sing that song.

It's such a beautiful sound to hear them sing like that.

It took us less than two minutes to get into the mall to where we were standing and now it takes us like twenty minutes to get out.

This was hell of a day. When I get into the car I call the assistant and update her on everything and tell her exactly what house I want her to give them.

Me and Sean fall asleep in the car during the fifty minute drive to our hotel, but Bey who is probably used to all of this doesn't shut an eye.

"I'll be right back" she says when she stands in front of her suite. I nod and walk into my room, followed by Sean.

I'm never doing something like this again.
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There there
I know I said something about relationship discussion something, but my fingers don't listen to me. They always do whatever they want. It's not even funny😂😂

After some 800words chapters I managed to write over 2000words this time. I didn't want to divide it into two chapters, when it can simply be one. This chapter might be a little rushed, but that's probably because I was scared the idea of how I wanted to write it would escape my mind. So I had to write it immediately in the middle of History class 😅

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