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...
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The following day, I returned from my dance workout to an unexpected sight—a taxi parked with the last two people I wanted to encounter: Morris and Jerome. Morris waved at me from the backseat, and I approached the car with a mix of disbelief and apprehension. Leaning into the mirror, I braced myself for the interaction. Over the past few days, I'd noticed Morris keeping a watchful eye on both Prince and me, his gaze often lingering on Prince more than me. It seemed like there was a hint of sibling rivalry beneath the surface.
Morris began to speak, but then realized his window was still up. He exchanged a few words with Jerome, who tapped on the window, causing it to slide down.
"Good morning," He greeted me with a smile.
"What are you doing here?" I questioned, a hint of irritation in my tone.
"I think I might have something that you and your friends would find interesting."
"Oh, really? What?"
Jerome handed a cassette to Morris, who took it into his hands.
"A little song and dance. That is, if you can sing and dance," Morris offered.
"Thanks for the offer, Morris, but Prince is already helping me," I responded confidently.
Their laughter echoed through the air, providing insight into the underlying tension between Morris and Prince. It was evident that they weren't exactly on friendly terms.
"No, he isn't," Morris retorted. "He's never done anything for anybody but himself."
"That's not true," I retorted, defending Prince.
"Oh, yes, it is. What has he done for you?"
This was going too far. Unless Morris had been observing my interactions with Prince, he had no basis for such a claim. Despite my determination, I decided it was best to walk away from this confrontation.
"I have things to do," I stated curtly and began to walk away from the car.
However, Morris followed after me, catching up and walking beside me.
"Wait!" He called out.
I ignored him for a moment before stopping and turning to face him.
"Okay, straight up. I've seen you and your group, and I think you fit in well," Morris explained. "Just come by sometime, maybe we can work something out."
I looked at him, skeptical and not amused by his proposition.
"Just business, huh?" I scoffed.
"Look, you can make up your mind, just come by. Just give it a chance," He urged. "Look, I know you could use the break. Don't you want to become a star? I do. This just might work out for both of us."
As conflicted as I was, I had to admit that Morris seemed to have the financial means to offer opportunities beyond my wildest dreams. Despite his antagonistic relationship with Prince, the allure of fame and success tugged at me.
