Pʀɪɴᴄᴇss {Prince Rogers Nelson}

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 10: ᴘᴀɪsʟᴇʏ ᴘᴀʀᴋ

A secret place? Everyone knows what a secret place is. Secret places are unkown locations or places that human being's create to hide from the authorities or from people in general. They keep necessary items/objects in their secert places. Such as drugs, slaves, & guns. Scientist shows that 50% of secrets places are located underground or in a basement. The other half of the percentage are unknown. There are millions of secret places across the globe including Africa, Europe, Asia & Australia. Most of them are Drug related, FBI related, Witness Protection related & America's Most Wanted related. Some people find secret places quite suspicious & cryptic. Some people (like me) find it very interesting & quite adventurous. We create scenarios, ideas & ask ourselves questions. For an example, what's the purpose of the secret place? Where's it located? What's inside the secret place? Who created it? Who's the person behind it? Many, many, & many unanswered questions are swimming around in our heads like a hungry fish. Will they be answered? Maybe, maybe not. Who knows?

Then, we build a board full of notes & ideas of the secret place. Get information from others & share ideas. It might not be true information but it's the chance we'll take. We also try to possibly find the location or something close to it. But 99%, it's impossible. The board can take days, weeks, months & sometimes years. (Depends on who's in charge of the board.) Needless to say, the board is very important to people like me. Have I done it before? No, but I assume it might happen in the future. I'll be fully prepared for it. It'll be a fun project to do.

"It's a long drive, Princess. You haven't chosen another album to play. We've been listening to the same album for an hour. Do you want to play another one?" Uncle Tony asked.

"Uh, yeah sure."

It's been a hour since we left the parking lot. I didn't realize we've been listening to the same album on loop. I must've went into a deep faze & forgot about the music. I opened the glove department & randomly chose an album. I removed the current CD & put in the new one. The album is unknown to me but it doesn't sound half bad. The tone of the rapper's voice was angered. The lyrics were rough & unapologetic. The beat was in rage. Who pissed him off?

"Ice Cube? Amerikka's Most Wanted? That's more on the rough side. I didn't know you had a gangsta side, Princess." He giggled lightly.

I giggled as well, "I like it, this is my first time hearing this. It's not bad. I might look more into his music."

"Your father use to be a huge rap fan back in the day. Believe it or not, he played the roughest music that was put out during the time including the banned music."

"A rap fan? I didn't know that." That could explain the intense feeling i have for rap music. I only play it alone at night when everyone is sleep. Michael hates rap music. He says it too vuglar & inappropriate for young girls like me. I listen to the lyrics like it's a poem or a story. My favorite rappers are Scarface & 2Pac. They tell wonderful stories in their songs. It's like a storytime book for teens. I might have have to steal this CD from Uncle Tony.

"He's no longer a rap fan anymore. During his time in prison, he changed himself. He listened to legends like Sam Cooke, Jimi Hendrix, Otis Redding. He's a huge fan of Jimi Hendrix. He has a collection of his music."

"Who is Jimi Hendrix?"

Uncle Tony's mouth flew opened like a flytrap. I looked at him with a confused look. All I did was asked a simple question.

Uncle Tony shook his head while laughing. "What them people got you listening to over there? Corny white folks shit? Negro spirituals?"

He laughed again, "I'm going to put you on some good shit. The hottest jams that's out now. Your gonna love it!"