Beyonce and Kelly sat in their respective dressing rooms waiting for Beyonce's mother, Tina Knowles, to bring in the group's clothes for the performance the group had later that night. LaTavia and LeToya were in elsewhere talking to their boyfriends, Brian and Brandon, from the group, Jagged Edge, on their cell phones.

"So what did you wanna tell me?" Kelly asked before she gobbled up a piece of fried chicken.

"I had a weird dream last night. Weird isn't the only way I would describe it though. It was...satisfying too." Beyonce wiped her mouth with a napkin.

"Girl, what kind of dream you talking about?"

"You know the dreams I have about a man being somwhere in the world for me but he never has a face?"

"Yeah, you told me about that one before. Was it the same one?"

"It was the same one but this time, the dude had a face."

"It was Lyndell, won't it?" Kelly said with a smirk.

Kelly was talking about Beyonce's former boyfriend of three years. Beyonce was crazy about him when they were together. It took her quite awhile to get over him when they had broken up. These days, Beyonce rarely thought of Lyndell.

"Hell, naw! It won't no damn Lyndell!"

"Stop lying." Kelly said.

"For real, girl! It won't Lyndell. Someone different...very different."

"Was he fine?" Kelly asked as she got closer to Beyonce.

"Was who fine?" LaTavia and LeToya came in the room and started eating too.

"Bee had that dream about the guy and this time, he had a face."

"For real? Hold up...it was Lyndell, won't it?" LeToya said with her mouth full.

"Naw, man! It won't no fuckin' Lyndell! I'm over that boy!"

"Well, who was it? She was just about to me before y'all came in."

"It was...Matt Hardy."

The room got quiet and the girls looked each other. Beyonce bit her lip, not sure if she should have told them. Knowing how they were about interracial relationships, she cursed herself.

"Girl are you serious?" LeToya asked with an eyebrow raised at her friend.

“Yes, very serious.”

"But, a white boy?" Kelly said, the fire evident in her eyes.

"Yeah." Beyonce said, the same fire coming to her eyes.

Turning around, Beyonce hugged herself with her arms. She knew how these girls were so she was open to the criticism that was about to come her way.

“How can you do this? You know how we all feel, not to mention how you’re father feels about the subject.” LeTavia said coming over to get in her friend’s face.

“I know exactly how you feel, but I don’t see what that has to do with how I feel.” She said her voice growing louder.

“Beyonce, you don’t even know this man. You have never had a conversation with him in your life. For all you know he could be some racist skinhead, why are you setting yourself up for a hurt like this?” Kelly asked, trying the gentle approach.

“Look, I’m not saying that I am going to marry this man, hell I don’t even know him myself, but you know how I am about dreams. They are the gateway to one’s future. Dreams tell you things you’re conscious can’t and if my dreams are telling me that this is the man for me, who am I to stop it.” Beyonce said loudly before storming out of the room at a dead run.

The remaining girls looked at one another with curious glances on their faces as they tried to figure out what was going on in her head.

*******

Her head hurting and heart pounding, Beyonce stopped in front of a little coffee shop down the street from their hotel. Glancing inside, she silently debated if it would be alright if she went in. They weren’t so popular that EVERYONE knew who they were, but they were popular enough to cause a scene if they were spotted. Throwing caution to the wind, she stepped inside, order a mocha an sat down in a far booth.

Blowing on the hot liquid before bringing it to her mouth, her thoughts went back to the scene that had just gone down. She knew that her friends were right, it was completely taboo for a black girl to date a white boy, as far as society went. They had accepted the black guy, white girl, coupling to a degree, but when it was reversed, things weren’t pretty.

Running a hand through her now mangled hair she glanced skyward. God had always been an integral part of her life and she knew she was calling on his guidance to tell her why. Why she had dreamed about this man, why she couldn’t get him out of her head, and why if they even did get together would he make it so hard on them in societies eyes.

*********

The remaining three girls sat in the hotel room nervous as hell. It had been a full two hours since Beyonce had run out and they were all worried. Worried to the point that they were questioning themselves.

“Would it be so bad even if she did like a white boy?” Kelly asked as she sat on the couch with her feet underneath her.

They all looked at one another, knowing deep down inside they were all screaming yes.

“Of course it would be, I mean think of how we feel when we see white girls with the black boys, how would the boys feel if they saw her with a country-bred white boy. She is such a talented black woman and she needs to respect those roots. What would Matthew say?” LaToya said emphasizing her point by moving her hands around.

“Not to mention what it would do to our careers. Could you imagine the headlines. ’R&B Pop Diva Shacks Up With WWF Wrestler’. That is something that I don’t want to have to go through. We need to be known for our music and not for a media blitz surrounding us because Beyonce feels she needs a little cream with the coffee.” LaTavia said.

They all looked at one another all thinking the same, yet wishing they could support their friend in anything she decided to do.

**********

Beyonce made her way back to the hotel slowly, she really didn’t want to go back and face the girls that had earlier belittled her.

“Not to mention what they probably said after I left.” She muttered as the elevator she was waiting for arrived.

Taking out her keycard, she pressed it through the door and walked in. The remaining members of the group that had been talking looked up as she came to stand before them. Holding her head up high, she sat down next to them and waited for the barrage of questions she was sure to have coming her way.

“Where in the hell have you been? We’ve been worried sick about you.” Kelly said pointing at Beyonce with a finger.

“Yeah, well, I’m surprised you even cared, seeing as how I jumped ship and went to the ‘other side.' That's what you meant, right?” She said, her eyes challenging all of them, ready to take whatever they could dish out.

“Honey, we didn’t say that.”

“Yeah, but you meant it and right now, I really don’t want to talk to you guys and I am ashamed that you are my friends.” With that she got up and walked quickly to her room, slamming the door shut and leaning against it. The tears threatening to escape from her long lashes.

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