The Love We Make 2: It's 1992 and the world is bewildered by recent headlines.
"His Royal Badness Prince is now MARRIED with a SON, and the boy is already 3 YEARS OLD! Was he really hiding the kid this whole time? Or is this sudden marriage hid...
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On past tours, Prince would do an aftershow after the main gig or he'd hit the studio. This time around, he wasn't doing either. As if he was normal like the rest of them, he was lying in bed for hours, trying to force himself to sleep and ignore the grand symphony in his head. He didn't want to jam or see the town. He wanted to rush through the days 'til he was back home in genuine comfort.
After the last Atlanta show that Friday, the band—dancers included—were summoned to his room to watch the playback of their performance. There were specific points he needed to make and he made them very clear, docking pay and all. Raven felt picked on the most, taking his critique as something it wasn't, but he didn't let it hold him up. After they all left, so did he. His tour bus was on its way to Virginia.
To follow routine, he should've called Letty and let her know he was taking off but he didn't. He was still feeling an uneasy way about her opening his mail and didn't want to talk about it over the phone. Therefore, a call was never made. Didn't mean she wasn't still branded on the brain though.
On the bus, he was songwriting about the most beautiful girl in the world.
When the day turns into the last day of all time
I can say I hope you are in these arms of mine
And when the night falls before that day, I will cry tears of joy
'Cause after you, all one can do is die.
Eventually, with Letty's sweater casing his pillow, he was able to fall asleep.
Saturday/March 13, 1993
Prince arrived in Fairfax, VA around 10 in the morning. Enough time had passed for him to properly gather his thoughts to call and speak to Letty but he already had other plans in place that kept him on the move. After he was taken to the hotel, he was soon after in the back of a car to be flown elsewhere. At 1:07 p.m., he landed at the Minneapolis-Saint Paul International Airport.
Entering his empty, quiet house, he walked as far as the nearest phone which was in the kitchen. Throwing his keys on counterspace left of the stove, he dialed Letty. When she answered, her hello was groggy and his heart was doing somersaults. That's when he realized it was going to take true discipline to keep from blowing his surprise.
"You sleep?"
"I'm trying to take an hour nap. I hardly slept last night."
"Hm. Me neither," he said, avoiding taking any blame. "I'll call you later though."
