One Day [PRN]

Five

The lights of the stage glittered brightly, casting a luminous glow over the crowd as they eagerly awaited the show. It was one of those nights at Paisley Park, where the energy was palpable and the anticipation thick in the air. I was excited to be tagging along with Prince, as I often did during his gigs, despite the fact that my pregnancy was becoming more noticeable with each passing day.

Tonight, I was set to join him on stage, my guitar slung comfortably across my shoulder. The gown from the morning had been replaced by a more casual outfit suited for the performance—a pair of well-fitted jeans and a flowing blouse that allowed for a bit of extra room. My growing belly was starting to show, but I felt a sense of pride and joy as I prepared to take part in the show.

The stage was bathed in a deep blue light, and as the band began their warm-up, I took a moment to watch Prince. He was a vision of focused intensity, his movements graceful and deliberate as he prepared for the performance. His gaze met mine, and he gave me a reassuring nod, a silent gesture of encouragement that steadied my nerves.

As the time drew near, the crowd's roar grew louder, the excitement almost tangible. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. This was a new experience for me, performing visibly pregnant, but I was determined to make it memorable.

The band took their positions, and Prince stepped to the front of the stage, the spotlight highlighting his commanding presence. He took the microphone and addressed the audience, his voice smooth and captivating. "Thank you all for being here tonight," he began, his tone filled with gratitude and warmth. "We've got a special performance for you, and I'm thrilled to have a very special guest joining us on stage."

The crowd erupted in applause as he gestured toward me, and I felt a surge of exhilaration mixed with nervousness. I stepped forward, my guitar in hand, and joined him under the spotlight. The audience's reaction was a mix of surprise and enthusiasm, and I could feel their eyes on me as I took my place.

Prince started the opening chords of the song, and I joined in, my fingers deftly navigating the guitar strings. The music filled the room, and despite my growing belly, I felt a sense of exhilaration and freedom as I played. The rhythm of the song was infectious, and I let myself get lost in the music, the notes flowing smoothly as I played alongside Prince.

As we played, I caught glimpses of Prince glancing at me, a proud smile on his face. His eyes held a mix of admiration and affection, and I could sense his approval as we performed together. The energy of the crowd was electric, their cheers and applause fueling our performance.

The song came to a climactic finish, and the audience erupted into applause, their cheers reverberating through the venue. Prince and I shared a moment of triumph, our eyes meeting in a silent exchange of joy and satisfaction. He leaned in slightly, his voice low but filled with warmth. "You did amazing," he said, his words carrying a note of pride.

"Thank you," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, but filled with gratitude. "It felt incredible to be up here with you."

As we took our bows, the crowd's enthusiasm was palpable, and the sense of accomplishment was overwhelming. Performing with Prince, especially while visibly pregnant, had been a unique and powerful experience. It was a testament to our connection and the shared journey we were on.

Backstage, as the adrenaline from the performance began to settle, Prince looked at me with a smile that spoke volumes. "You were fantastic out there. The audience loved it."

I returned his smile, feeling a profound sense of fulfillment. "I'm glad they enjoyed it. It was an honor to be a part of the show."

Prince reached out, his hand resting gently on my shoulder. "We make a great team," he said softly. "And we'll keep making beautiful music together."