You were the biggest Beyonce fan ever. You had Beyonce posters all over your room, you knew all her songs by heart and you even recorded a YouTube video of you shocking yourself with a taser to prove how much you loved her. The only problem? You never saw her live in concert. Well today was your chance. It was your birthday and your best friends decided to take you to a Beyonce concert. "You nervous?" your best friend George asked you as you walked to the stadium she was playing at. A confused look struck your face. "Why should I be?" you asked. As soon as you entered the room, you saw nobody was there. You were about to leave, but your friends locked the door behind you. You banged on the door, cursing. "Guys! Open up!" They laughed as you heard their footsteps tun away. Suddenly, you heard an enormous spotlight hit the stage in front of you. It was Beyonce, in all her glory, wearing a tuxedo. Slowly, she walked up to you. You were so excited you could barely breathe. She giggled as she was in front of you. "I've heard you're my biggest fan." You nodded excitedly. "Y-Y-Yeah, I'm like obsessed with you! I have your apparel and everything. I-I'd die for you!" And you meant it too. In fact, dying at the hands of Beyonce would be your only form of happy death. Beyonce then whispered in your ear. "Well then, I guess you deserve a reward. Your friends tell me you like..."
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