“Baby, I can see your halo,” Beyoncé and I sang together as the sweat began to bead up all over my skin. I unabashedly sang as I was sure the room was soundproof, like my own personal recording studio… with good lighting too. I attempted a few dance moves before realizing that probably wasn’t smart considering my light fever, enclosed space, and rising temperature. I sat down and drank more water. “Got me lookin’ so crazy in love,” I sang and then looked at the clock to see I was nearly out of time. By this point Jay-Z was rapping and I knew it was time to step outside. I opened the door and showered again. As I got dressed a light began flashing reminding me time was up. I slid open the exit door and returned to earth after this heavenly experience. I felt cured of my head cold and breathed in fully.
“How was ---” I was asked as I approached the front of the space. “Terrific!” I enthusiastically answered before she could finish. I asked a few questions about their products and thought it out. “What would Beyoncé buy?” I asked myself. I selected way more products than probably necessary, their selection was amazing, and carried them to the counter. As I swiped my card for a second time I had a feeling of déjà vu. I heard the door open behind me, and a voice say “hello”. I could’ve sworn it was HER. I even saw what I thought was a fog machine and flashing lights filling the room. I could feel myself turning red, either from the anticipation of seeing Sasha Fierce in the flesh, or from my low-grade fever. I turned around awkwardly and realized it wasn’t her. The fog was from my glasses and the aftereffects of the sauna. I was certain the $35 sauna cured my cold in one visit. I finished the transaction and felt drunk, on love for Hot Box… (and Beyoncé too).
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