Beyonce Part 1 ★

Then she got in the car, put her headphones on, and pressed play on a new beat.

Her mother, Tina, had spent the afternoon ironing the hem of her glittering white dress. Her father, Mathew, was sitting in the back pew, arms crossed, eyes sharp. He had bet a fellow sound engineer fifty dollars that his daughter would bring the house down. He never lost bets.

She didn't smile. She just walked off the stage, sat down next to her little sister, Solange, and asked, "Can we get ice cream now?" beyonce part 1

She held his gaze for three seconds. No anger. No pleading. Just a promise.

She pulled out a notebook from her bag—a ratty, spiral-bound thing with a broken cover. Inside were lyrics. Hundreds of them. Songs she wrote while standing in the mirror. Songs about love she hadn't felt yet. Songs about power she was only beginning to understand. Then she got in the car, put her

She stood up. The others followed.

Beyoncé shook her head slowly. "No," she said. "They're just not ready for us yet." He had bet a fellow sound engineer fifty

And then, the girl opened her mouth.