🎶While I'm lonely, brokenhearted. Life's not over.
I can start again.
While I'm lonely, brokenhearted. It's a hurting thing to get over.🎶
These are the confessions.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Beyoncé sat in her condo looking at the latest videos Kelly sent to her. It was Deja's fourteenth birthday party. It was only so much they put on Instagram. Beyoncé watched as Deja smiled at the camera.
She watched as Trey and Kelly smothered the girl in kisses as she pretended to be offended by the affection. She smiled to herself, she could see the love the couple had for the girl and she for them.
Beyoncé laughed when Deja unwrapped the electric guitar from Damien.
"Just wait, Brit's birthday is coming up too!" Trey said.
Beyoncé looked at the pictures and just then she heard the door click as her agent, Jean, entered the apartment carrying her five year old son Ty.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Mommy, look what Jean bought me." The boy said showing his mom the toy.
"What did I tell you about buying him things?" Beyoncé said as she crossed her arm scowling at Jean.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"But he wanted it." He replied in his heavy british accent.
"Okay, when he turns sixteen and he starts asking for a car, don't look at me." She said.
Beyoncé could tell that Ty was getting sleepy so she picked him up and carried him to his room and put him down for a nap.
When she returned she found that Jean had spread out his agenda on what was coming up for her. Beyoncé was one of the most requested choreographers in France.
