It's the year 1984, and Purple Rain is topping the movie, album and song charts. It's a good year for Prince Nelson, his tour going just as planned until he meets a fan from Philadelphia who's going to change his life in all the ways imaginable. How...
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Michael was as excited as ever getting a tour of Gladstone gallery where his work would be showing that tomorrow night. He was more excited than anything; ready for people to see the art he slaved day in and day out to create and launch.
"Thank you so much Mauricio." Michael smiled, shaking his hand.
"It's nothing Michael. Welcome home."
Michael expected this process to be much longer and strenuous, but it seemed like all the work was being done for him; they only needed the names of the pieces and they would be on auction by tomorrow. His suit had already been delivered to his apartment, he was able to bring his car along with him, and most of all, his siblings were able to come.
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"Welcome to New York Mr. Nelson."
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"Michael this— What gave you the inspiration for this?" Janet asked with a small smile as she touched the glass covering the painting of a man crouched in the fetal position, holding three fingers below his body.
"Well, in short, three means beginning middle and end. This is him after all stages have passed— of the relationship that is, however three also represents growth; hence the green. He just needs to wake up and smell all the fresh grass, or blessings around him."
"I got broken fingers." She joked, earning a smack to the arm.
"This took two weeks. You'll respect them "broken fingers"."
"Are you ever coming back home?"
"To the south? Never. You can move up here with me if you want though." He said, raising the flute of champagne to his lips, the thought of returning to Florida revolting.
"So how is it up here?"
"It's really nice. There's always something going on, but I'm not mad at it."
"You always liked this kind of place. It's really busy, but I wanna go to LA."
"That's specific." Michael chuckled glancing down at his little sister.
"I wanna be a singer." She said, smiling a little as she glanced up at him, rubbing her arm awkwardly.
"What kind of music would you wanna make?"
"Like pop and smooth R&B."
"I'll see what I can do, but you're here now, so try to network. You may meet a producer.. Another sing-"
"Michael is that Prince?" She squealed, tapping his arm with the back of her arm.
"I hope not." He mumbled, keeping his eyes to the wall.
"Why not don't you love Prince?"
"I don't think he does that much anymore." Michael heard behind him, causing his body to tense.
"Please leave. Just go, don't ruin this for me please." Michael mumbled; not wanting to see his face or hear him say anything else.
"Can we talk? Please."
Janet was standing like a statue squealing, although sound no longer left her mouth.
"Prince I'm finally where I wanna be, can you not ruin this?"
"I'm not trying to ruin anything. Just turn around so we can talk."
"You shit all over everything I have going on." Michael said just loud enough for him to hear, poking him in the chest with his index finger.
"I miss you Michael. I've sent flowers, letters—"
"It's too late for that Prince." Michael said, glancing up at him for the first time since he saw him.
"I can't sleep anymore."
"Then see a therapist. Don't make me feel bad about something you caused all by yourself. Who knows; we probably could've been so far by now, but no. You wanted Sheila so don't want me now." Michael said before heading to the back room where the auctions would be held, walking to the front of the room where his reserved seat was.
"The first we have is this beautiful mostly neutral colored painting with a couple touching for the last time."
"2,000." Somebody started.
"200,000." Prince said from the back of the room.
It went on like that for nearly a minute until he beat him with 800,000 dollars, able to take the painting home when the auction was done.
Prince did this with two of the paintings, the brighter colored ones he liked, and stopped there, hoping that would be enough to get Michael to talk to him 1.6 million dollars.
