In the summer of 1990 Sasha Pierce gets the opportunity of a lifetime to interview one of the biggest entertainers of the '80's. She was sure it would be the defining moment of her up and coming career. It ends up being that and more.
This is a tale...
"What?" I slowly dismount his lap, feeling a little disoriented. First the necklace and now.. He loves me? Was I dreaming again? It could be a dream but his eyes never leave mine. This was real.
"I love you..I think I've loved you since Spain."
I look down at my hands, twisting the ring on my index finger nervously, not being able to take the look in his eyes anymore. It was making me want to dissolve into my seat and cry. He loves me. He loves me.
Prince shifts on the couch and silently lays his head in my lap. The green flecks in his eyes dance around showing his vulnerability. "Are you going to tell me you don't love me?"
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"I... I'm scared." I confess. He sighs, a slight smile coming to his lips. "..I wrote you that letter the same week you left..and I didn't have my assistant send it out until the day before you got it... These feelings I have for you scare me too Sasha."
Taking my hand and laying it on his chest like last night, he asks again, "Are you going to tell me you don't love me?"
I bite my lip and take a deep breath.
No matter how afraid I am, I still want to take this journey. Whether it's forever, or for a while.
"No..I love you too."
September 10th, 1990
"Pierce! Wow, I know it's been a while but you look so different. Like you're glowing." Neal compliments while pulling me into a hug.
"Thank you. You don't look too bad yourself."
"Ah, well thank you for noticing."
We sit at our reserved table and begin talking like it hasn't been 9 months since I've seen him.
"So how are you taking all of the media wanting to interview the interviewer?" He jokes.
"Well..Karen is in control of it and she knows I don't want to do any press."
He nods and I can tell he's getting ready to give me the "hard facts". "You know you're going to have to talk at some point. We're among the few people that get to have conversations with reclusive pop and rockstars, and people want to know what they're like."
I shrug as the waitress greets us, knowing he is right.
"Now, let's get down to why you're really here." Neal says when the waitress is gone. "I've been thinking about it for a while and I talked with a few partners about it.. I'm leaving Rolling Stone."
