“Come on Beyoncé, you need to wake up.” A voice said as light suddenly poured into the room. “You need to get going with your day so you’re ready for the concert.” I shut my eyes even tighter to try and keep out the light. I smelled an unfamiliar lavender scent coming from my sheets. “Come on! Get up!” the voice said again and someone started shaking me. I was struggling to make out the voice through my sleepy haze as I slowly opened my eyes. A woman was standing over me with her arms crossed. I studied her for a few seconds but couldn’t seem to recognize her. “This is getting really old Beyoncé. Let’s go!”
    “What are you talking about?” I asked
    “What am I talking about? Honey, you have a concert tonight at eight o’clock and you have to be at the auditorium by five for hair and make up. Don’t tell me you forgot!” I slowly sat up and looked around. The room was massive in size, with white furniture. The floor was littered with colorful kid’s toys. I looked out the window and saw what seemed to be the New York City skyline. I looked back at the woman who now had a really confused look on her face.
    “Where am I?” I asked
    “Um, your penthouse. Are you feeling okay?” I continued looking around and suddenly felt something tickle my back. I reached behind me and grabbed a handful of long hair that I had never felt before. I felt all the long hair on my head and then the smooth skin on my face. I looked down at my arms only to find that they were a deep caramel color. I quickly jumped out of bed and ran my hands down my torso and grabbed my butt. I had never felt such a perky and firm butt before. It was so… Bootylicious! I dashed to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My reflection was beautiful! My eyes began to water up as I stared in disbelief. I was Beyoncé. The woman slowly peeked her head into the bathroom.
    “Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked. I looking in the mirror for a few more seconds studying myself, then quickly turned to her with a smirk and replied.
    “Never better.”
    “Okay then? Well like I said, the concert is at eight so you have to be there by five for hair, makeup, and sound check. Until then, the rest of the day is yours. Don’t be late!”
    “Don’t worry, I won’t.” I said as I continued to stare in the mirror with awe. “And uh, what’s your name again?”
    “It’s Angela, I’ve been your assistant for five years now. Did you really just ask that?”
    “Sorry” I responded, “I’m just really tired.”
    “Sure. Well I’m going to head over to the auditorium and start getting things ready. Your driver is downstairs if you want to go anywhere. And remember, no later than five!” She turned and left the room. I looked at the clock on the night stand. It read 9:08. I had exactly seven hours and 52 minutes to do whatever I wanted. I knew exactly what I was going to do first. I slowly walked over to a set of double doors. I cautiously reached out and grasped the shiny gold-plated knobs and took a deep breath to prepare myself. I dramatically swung open the doors and my jaw dropped to the floor. I had never seen so many clothes in my life!
The closet seemed to go on forever as I walked inside. Once I got to the end, I figured it couldn’t get any bigger. I spun around and looked to the left (to the left) only to find another hallway specifically designated for shoes and handbags. It was paradise. I immediately began ripping clothes off of hangers and tried them on. If I was going to go out as Beyoncé, I had to look perfect. An hour passed and I had finally found the perfect outfit. Now I had to look for shoes which took another half hour. I went to the bathroom and started putting my makeup on. I didn’t put a whole lot on and it took a while since putting on makeup wasn’t something I did on a daily basis. I looked in the mirror and was truly proud of myself. I was wearing blue skinny jeans, a white t-shirt, a gray cardigan that kind of looked like a blazer, a gray beanie, silver strapped wedges, a necklace, silver hoops, and a diamond cuff bracelet. My hair was straightened perfectly and I was quite impressed with my makeup. I had truly outdone myself. I looked at the clock again; 11:23.
I went downstairs and walked out the front door of the building. There was a black 2015 Escalade ESV waiting outside. The chauffeur greeted me and opened the door. I got in and was overtaken by the wonderful new car scent. The driver climbed in and asked where I wanted to go.
“Take me to one of the nicest bistros in New York City” I said. The driver pulled away. On the way, I decided to figure out how I was going to pay for my lunch. I opened the wallet and found $133 in cash and seven credit cards. I smiled and decided to do a little shopping before I went to the concert.
“Here we are” the driver said. We pulled up and he got out to open my door. How I loved the celebrity life! He opened the door just a little bit. There was another man standing next to him wearing a suit. “Okay, Beyoncé, there are a lot of people here. We reserved you a table on the patio. Don’t worry though, Joe and I will be standing guard so no one disrupts your meal. Ready?” the driver said, and opened the door to let me out.
I stepped out and made my way to the host stand. Ten seconds passed and a loud scream came from inside.
“It’s Beyoncé!” the voice shouted. I smiled and waved, and then followed the host to the table. As I waited for my food, the same girl that had shouted earlier approached my table. “I’m your biggest fan Beyoncé! I love you!” I flashed a smile as I thought, well actually, I’m her biggest fan.
“Well I always love meeting my fans.”
“Can I take a picture with you?” the girl asked.
“Of course!” I responded” Get over here!” She came around the table and I had Joe take the picture. We left the restaurant and the driver asked where else I wanted to go.
“Let’s go shoe shopping” I said. The driver chuckled and said,
“Let’s go shoe shopping.” We arrived at the mall and the driver got out. Again, he cracked my door open and asked if I was ready. I nodded and he opened the door. Two more men were standing outside the car.
“Wow! Looks like I’ve got all the protection today!” I said jokingly.
“Well it is a Saturday afternoon at the mall.” the driver responded. We made our way to the shoe store. I felt so important being escorted everywhere. People in the mall kept pointing and taking pictures. Once we got to the shoe store, I headed straight for the heels. I had to have tried on 30 different pairs.
I had the men carry my new shoes to the counter (each had about six boxes). The clerk’s face lit up as soon as he saw me approach the counter. He rang me up and gave me my total; $1,680.53. I loved being rich, even though it wasn’t my money, but I knew she would appreciate it. A buzzing came from the purse. I dug around inside and pulled out her phone. Angela was calling.
“Hello?” i said.
“Beyoncé it’s 4:15, are you on your way?” Angela asked.
“I just finished checking out at the mall and we’re leaving now.” I responded.
“Okay, just making sure. So we decided that we are just going to have you redo your last VMA performance, do you still remember it?” I got so excited. I had watched that performance over a dozen times so I knew every line and dance move.
“Of course I do.” I said.
“Good. We’ll see you shortly.” There was a click and I put the phone away. We made it back to the car and left for the auditorium. We pulled around back where Angela was waiting. I got out and followed her to the dressing room. A man and woman were waiting inside and immediately started my hair and makeup the second I sat down. Another woman walked in with the sparkly unitard. I put it on and my heart raced.I was so excited and to my surprise, hardly nervous.We made our way to the stage. It was time. The roar of screams and cheers grew louder with each step I took. We got backstage. The entire auditorium was dark.
“Okay Beyoncé, the back up dancers are in position. Just go out there and get into position.” I could barely see but I finally made it to the center of the stage. I took in a deep breath as the piano started playing. The light of the three spotlights gradually grew brighter and warmed my face. It was such an incredible feeling. I began singing and dancing. I had the performance down to the tee. I loved hearing the crowd singing along with me. It was definitely one of the most moving things I have ever experienced. I couldn’t be more jealous of her for being able to experience this all the time.
I reached the end of the performance and the crowd kept chanting my name. They shouted encore. I was so in love with performing that I decided to give them what they wanted. I looked at the band and they nodded in agreement.
“Snap with me. Snap with me. Snap with me. This is Love On Top.” I said. The band started playing again. I finished the song and took a bow. “Thank you so much for this experience. I will never forget this night. I love ya’ll!” I exited the stage and went back to the dressing room. I quickly changed and went out to the car to head back to the penthouse. I was so tired from the performance that I couldn’t help but fall asleep on the way home.
“Brian, wake up. You’re going to be late for your ACT Prep class.” my mom said. I sat up and looked around. I was back in my room. I checked my phone to see what time it was; 11:03. I had a notification from my E!News app. I opened it, only to read an article about Beyoncé’s incredible performance last night with an encore of Love On Top. A huge smile ran across my face and I climbed out of bed and got started with my day.