The internship was amazing. As an added bonus, I would occasionally see some of the artists walking around the office (The Afters and The Black Kids), but no one too notable. John Legend was working on his album that summer and I often heard his song "Green Light" pounding through the office, but I never saw him. (I mean POUNDING. One day, they knocked the photos hanging on the wall down from the vibrations) Steven Tyler was also in the office one day, but were weren't allowed to go and search for him. He unfortunately exited down the other hall and not did not pass my desk.
Beyonce's dog was often running around our floor (well, not running. She was very well behaved... except when she would poop on the carpet), but we never saw Beyonce. We suspected that Beyonce was there because why would her dog be there without her... but if she was, it was kept under tight wraps.
One fateful day, I was sitting in my boss's office. She was out in California, and I was in charge of giving the employees the Bruce Springsteen tickets they had ordered. While sitting at her desk, I swore I saw Beyonce walk by. By the time I actually processed the thought, stood up and walked (ran) to the door, there was no one in the hallway.
I wandered out and into the conference room that the one group of interns worked from. As soon as I got to the door, I heard them buzzing about Beyonce being in the building. As I'm standing in the doorway talking to another intern, I turn my head and see her walking out of the bathroom which was about 20 feet from where I was standing.
I instantly froze. Beyonce was walking straight towards me. BEYONCE WAS WALKING STRAIGHT TOWARDS ME. BEYONCE WAS WALKING STRAIGHT TOWARDS ME.
I didn't know what to do. I don't even think I could remember my own name at that moment. I was so flabbergasted that BEYONCE was right there that I didn't even try to lift my jaw from the ground. As I continued to awkwardly stare at her and not say anything, she got to where I was standing, stopped, waved, and said hello. I dumbly raised my hand, waved, and maybe(?) managed a smile. I wasn't even able to squeak out an ounce of air. I almost blacked out on the spot from nerves.
She continued down the hall, and I managed to continue breathing. I immediately ran back to my boss's office (let's be real, I probably stopped and posted it on facebook first) and called her to tell her that I just met Beyonce and I was now able to be hit by bus and not care. How often are you in the presence of someone THAT famous!? It was INSANE.
And she was really nice. People also often ask what she looked like in person. . She didn't have on makeup, her hair was in a ponytail, and she had on a white tank top, jeans, and high heels (of course). But she looked gorgeous. Stunning. Probably even more so in person than on tv. Sometimes I think about the experience and still can't even believe it happened.
(As a side note, one of the other interns actually went into the bathroom while Beyonce was in there. Her bodyguard stopped the intern at the door to tell her B was in there. The intern went in anyway. I'm not sure how you could possibly relax enough to let anything out knowing that Beyonce was that close to you. There were only three or four stalls in the bathroom. It was not big at all.)
That may be the one and only time that I can claim I met a legitimate superstar, and it was awesome. I might not have actually said anything to her, but I'm just happy I didn't wet my pants on the spot.
"Acting up, drink in my cup, I could care less what you think. I need no permission, did I mention?"
