Kat K is a talented but troubled musician, dancer, songwriter, leader of her trio band The Lady Killers and a bartender working part-time at First Avenue, a nightclub in Minneapolis. Living in a loft apartment with her alcoholic-drug addict mother A...
Over the past few days, my connection with Prince had deepened. We spent more time together at First Avenue, practicing, sharing intimate moments, and engaging in all the activities that couples typically do. Whether we were watching movies or rehearsing dance moves at the warehouse, our bond continued to grow stronger. On one particular day, I found myself cleaning bottles and glasses at the bar while Prince played a few guitar notes.
"It's kind of dead in here. Where is everybody?" Prince asked, pausing his playing.
"I'm don't know, but Billy and Morris were sure looking for you," I replied, arranging the last of the bottles on the shelf.
"That's nice... I guess I'll come back at a better time. Do you think tonight the place will be jumping?"
"Well, I'll be here. I always enjoy what you bring to the stage."
He gently placed his guitar on the stage floor and turned, heading towards his dressing room.
"Hey, wait! I've got something for you," I called out, prompting him to stop and turn back.
"What? A subpoena?" Prince quipped.
"No..."
I rummaged through my bag, retrieving a cassette. I hadn't worked with instruments in a while, but I knew Prince would be the one to appreciate this. He walked over to the bar, a mix of curiosity and confusion on his face.
"It's a song I've been working on. Sort of." I explained, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks. "It might not be perfect, but I added a bass-like riff to it."
Prince reached for the cassette, placed it into a player, and hit play. The sound of synthesizers filled the air, repeating several times in the opening before transitioning to the chorus that repeated "my sugar walls." As the music played, Prince began tapping his heels to the rhythm. He paused the track halfway through and looked at my slightly embarrassed expression.
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"You did this?" He asked.
"I know it's not flawless, but--" I started.
"It's pretty damn amazing."
"Really?"
"I had no idea you played bass this well. Here's an idea: I'll take over on bass, and you can handle the synthesizers."
I moved over to the keyboards while Prince fetched a bass guitar from a corner of the stage. After a few adjustments, he began playing a few notes that resonated perfectly with the sound I had envisioned for the song.
"You've got it!" I exclaimed.
"I've got it?" Prince asked, continuing to play the notes.
"Yes, that's the exact vibe we need for our Saturday show."
"We'll need lyrics. I'll take care of those and get the band to practice the song."
