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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Frustration and hurt swirled within me after the incident with Prince. The scar on my cheek was a visible reminder of the emotional turmoil that had transpired. Our communication had broken down entirely, leaving a void where our closeness used to be. The aftermath of that night left me torn, but I couldn't ignore the truth in Morris's words: Prince's track record was all about himself. With a mixture of anger and sadness, I made the difficult decision to separate myself from Prince and, by extension, our relationship.
In an effort to move forward, I embraced the opportunity Morris had presented. I resolved to focus on my own path and joined Brenda and Susan at Morris's rehearsal hall to work on our new song "Nasty." The Time was there, digging deep into the music, refining the beat, and amplifying its energy. Morris and Jerome observed with excitement, clearly pleased with the progress.
As we danced and rehearsed, I found myself leading the charge, channeling my emotions into the movements. The mirrors reflected our determined expressions, the sweat glistening on our bodies as we pushed ourselves to the limit.
The choreography was raw, the routine still rough around the edges, but I could sense the potential for greatness. Encouraging Brenda and Susan, I spurred them on, guiding them through the steps with urgency and enthusiasm. Our dedication was evident in the sweat-stained marks on our Danskins. Despite the challenges, the exhilaration of the moment fueled our determination, and the promise of success lingered in the air.
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the rehearsal hall shifted as Prince walked in unexpectedly. The music came to a halt, and we all paused, glancing at each other in confusion. I caught sight of Prince, his gaze fixed on me, and I'm taken aback. How did he manage to find me here of all places?
"I want to talk to you," Prince asserted, his voice cutting through the tension.
Caught off guard and out of breath from our intense rehearsal, I waved him away, dismissing his request. This wasn't the right time to have a conversation.
"Not now, I'm busy," I replied firmly, hoping to defer the conversation.
But Prince insisted, his determination evident in his gaze.
"Now," He repeated, his tone unwavering.
A ripple of murmurs flowed through the band members, and I wiped the sweat from my face, growing increasingly frustrated. This interruption was unwelcome and ill-timed.
"I said I'm busy — we'll talk later," I asserted, my irritation mounting.
"Uh, uh..." Prince mumbled, his stance unwavering.
Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed my arm, attempting to pull me towards the door. My annoyance escalated, and I wrenched myself away from his grip.
"Leave me alone! I have a show to prepare for!" I shouted, my voice laced with frustration. "You can't just barge in here and whisk me away. We can talk later!"
