New York, an apartment in Queens County.
Once a reasonably well-known African girl singer, Beyoncé was looking at her computer.
Last year, after she expressed her desire to go solo, activity for Destiny's Child had come to a standstill.
And Beyoncé herself, at the age of 15, had flopped unexpectedly.
"Is the income from the record even less than from broadcasting?" She shook her head, her dirty braids flying about.
Just then, her father and manager, Matthew Norris, burst into the room excitedly.
"Beanie, that bestselling author has agreed! Now, you are the prototype of the African girl in that bestselling book!"
"I'm Too Rich?" Beyoncé sneered. "That's basically the name of a rap song!"
"Don't be willful!" her father chided. "Take a look at that thing called… Twitter."
"Even girls with no fame can start getting attention because of that book."
"This is a good opportunity for you!"