In fact, our marriage had strengthened not long after he signed that record label contract. In solidarity with this brand-new life, I quickly removed his last name, but definitely kept wearing united gold. There was no other choice for us at the time.
His birth name was gone, now replaced by one main symbol that would change our industry forever.
Slow down. Less albums. More promotion. That was the game plan from Warner Brothers. Suits would keep telling my best friend that the world could barely digest previous albums. All because he worked too fast. It was: "Go. Go. Go." For years.
"Purple Rain" made quite an impact, but everything else felt rushed to different folks. Business suits never truly understood him.
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"Are you mad at me?" He asked, smoothing my knuckle as we held hands one night.
"No. Why?" I narrowed both eyes toward him. We sat together in the studio during another marathon session at Paisley.
Even while a new project, the "Love Symbol" album, would actually be released later this year, he pushed to work on something else. Always.
"A lot's happening." He admitted, scooting in his favorite chair and pouted to kiss me.
"Nothing that we haven't dealt with before." I promised, kissing him back.
"Wait." He said. Out of nowhere, he paused, squinting towards me in an odd way. I didn't know what to think.
"What?" I smiled.
"When did you get a nose ring?" He gently pointed towards the curve of my left nostril, noticing the hoop.
"Some time ago. I've been away from you, remember?" I said. Despite our marriage, we still lived separately between Los Angeles and Chanhassen.
