Keisha & Mark & Beyonce!!!

[Keisha George]

‘Beyonce. Beyonce. Everything right with the world; the most fierce woman on earth (other than me, of course) and I’m going to see her. She’s going to sweat on me. I could touch her!’ she thought. She was looking in the mirror right now, viewing her beauty, getting ready to view the queen herself. She was going with Mark, her best girlfriend. He was just as excited as she; they worshiped her to a point where it could be considered insanity. But there were many people who were like them (at least that’s what she hoped).
After staring at her reflection for a while, she was done. She was wearing a purple long-sleeved dress, chunky heels, and a camera around her neck.
She called up Mark. “Are you ready? We have to go now. We need to be the first ones to see Beyonce!!!!!!”


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[Mark Daniels]

After failing to find the Beyonce t-shirt that Mark had bought on her most recent tour, he decided he had to look presentable. He knew that Keisha had a great sense of fashion and he didn't want to look mediocre beside her. That just wouldn't do. They wouldn't look like best friends, they'd probably look like Kim and Kanye! Keisha would Kanye, of course. That just couldn't happen. Mark looked through his closet and found a shirt, pants and some shoes. He thought he'd wear comfortable shoes if he was going to try to dance because dress shoes were comfortable but he needed something that would allow him to be more flexible.

When he heard his cell phone ring, Mark picked it up. "Hell yeah I'm ready. I'mma already leaving the house. I'll come pick you up like in five minutes." They didn't live that very far away from each other. After those five minutes he was already at her door, he honked the horn and called her, "Keisha, I'm down here already. C'mon we're gonna be late we might even see her rehearsing if we get lucky." Yes, they were ecstatic.

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[Keisha George]

"Alright, alright. I'm coming!" she said, clunking down the stairs. Standing in front of him, she spun. "I look great, yeah?" She might've flashed her underwear, but she didn't care too much; Mark was gay, anyway.
She hurried out to the car; yes, seeing her rehearse is their goal. She might let them touch her hair while they're there, if they get there early enough.
She never used a seat belt in the car because she was cutting edge, and if she ever got in a car crash she would probably die anyway. "Do you have money? 'Cause we need to remember when we're 80 and diagnosed with Alzheimer's that Beyonce sweat on us."

[Mark Daniels]

When Mark heard Keisha clinking toward the car, he smiled brightly. "You're like literally dressed to see the literal queen." he laughed before watching her spin. "You look gorgeous and fierce, now get in here!" he motioned her to get inside the car.
Once Keisha had gotten in, Mark turned to look to her. He waited for a few seconds. He always did this, he hoped that his stern stare would somehow have her see the light of sweet baby Jesus and put on the damn seatbelt. However, as much as he stared it wasn't working.
At least he was aware that she wasn't wearing one so if they were to crash (God forbid) he would put his hand to keep her from flying out the damn window.
"Of course I got money, Kei, whatchu think I'm gonna go broke ass to a concert." he said before driving off to the concerts location, "You really need to put on a seatbelt, I know if you're gonna die you're gonna die but I don't want anything to happen to you." Mark sounded like a father giving her a lesson in car safety.

[Keisha George]

{ see the light of sweet baby jesus omg alex }

She smiled at Mark. She would never ever ever wear her seat belt so matter how much he glared. It's all itchy and tight and just ratchet. Life saving, but ratchet nonetheless.
"Why you hating, I took my broke-ass to a concert," she scoffed. "Whatever. I can't be TAAAMED. I can't be BLAAAAMED," she bellowed. Mark was seeming more like her father by the minute, so she pushed her butt to the front of the seat and kicked her legs up. She was feeling untamable.

The car trip didn't take too long, and it was mostly filled with Keisha singing (sometimes she went all opera, which wasn't so great). She didn't sing Beyoncé; she wanted to wait for the real show.
When they were they, she wasn't still in the slightest. She was clapping and jumping and stomping. Spoiler Alert: she forgot Ritalin.
"Mark are you ready? I don't think you are. You are not even ready a little bit. I am, though. I'm ready. For Beyoncé. For Jesus. Mostly Beyoncé, though."
"Just Beyoncé," she added as an afterthought.

[Mark Daniels]

Obviously Mark was acting like her father because he genuinely cared for her safety. He cringed when she began singing that song, "Can we just sing Funky Town?" he moved his shoulders to the imaginary sound of the old 80's song. He glanced to her and her comfortable position in his car before opening his mouth slightly, "Oh my gosh." he muttered playfully.
"Of course I'm ready, look at me I'm ready to marry Beyonce or at least be her, what do you male guys that do what mistresses do??" he asked but then forgot about it. "No, no, you are ready for Beyonce and Jesus you can't just be ready for one." he shook his head as if what he was saying was an intellectual thing.
"Come on." Mark linked arms with her as if they were best gal pals but let's be honest they were both sexy mofos and they were obviously going to get Beyonce's attention. They just knew it. "Ticket?" he asked her before taking out his own from his back pocket with his free hand.

[Keisha George]

Keisha just stared at him as he spread his not-so-philosophical nonsense and patted him on his head, like a dog. Sometimes she wondered if he was a dog. But could dogs be gay? They didn't really have sexualities, did they?
She felt a bit like Dorothy linking arms and walking. She almost sang.
"Ticket? Uhh..." She didn't have a purse or pockets and she wasn't gonna stuff it in her bra; that was too ratchet. Apparently, it ended up being inbetween the camera lens and its cover. They handed them to the ticket dude, and went on ther merry little way.
The venue was alright, she knew from a Ke$ha concert, but they'd surely jazz it up for the Queen.
She was literally shaking from excitement. Not that her shaking from excitement was unusual. She shook when she was going to get the cereal she liked best. But this was different. This was better. This was SPARTAAA Beyoncé.