The 80s

The Best View In L.A

I woke up to a hard kiss on my temple that nearly knocked me out the bed.

"Ow!" I laughed, rubbing the where he kissed. My vision was a little blurry but I could make out Prince's body next to the bed. He came in and pecked me hard on the nose.

"Ow! Stop" I giggled and shot my hands to my nose.

"Ok ok fine." He chuckled at me and kissed my temple again, this time much gentler. It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the extreme brightness in the room. It was because of all the blinds being opened. When I finally regained my sight. I looked over at the clock and it was 10:30 in the morning. I was shocked at the fact that Prince was up and about, he was dressed to the 9s and smelling heavenly.

Rockstars don't usually wake up at this time. I hung out with Steven Tyler in New Orleans at Club Encore last year. I spent the night at his place. Nothing serious. I wanted a rock, punk type of vibe for a song on the Essence Of Me album. I was trying to surprise the world. Which I did, when that video came out the good girl gone bad headlines were everywhere. Anyway, we co-wrote "Irresistible". It my only collaboration on the entire album and it was with the Sex Pistols. I know crazy right? Don't ask me about it, Veronica threw out a name. We looked em up, saw it was something different and went for it. They were broken up at the time but agreed that would be the last collaboration.

Anyway, me and Steven ended up falling asleep in his hotel room, he was in a coma on the floor and I was slumped over the edge of the bed. The notebook somewhere in between us. I woke up around 9:30. He didn't come to until about 5:30. I had to stay another night to get the song finished. Not to mention he was coked up the entire time. I learned right then and there, no more rock star collaborations. At least not with Steven anymore. I rolled my eyes at that memory. Some people.

"Get up, you've been sleep too long" Prince said tapping my cheek. I groaned and pulled the cover up and over my head.

"Get up Jasmyn" He popped me again.

"Noooo!" I whined. Everything went silent. I thought he gave up until suddenly I felt myself being picked up and thrown over his shoulder.

"Really Prince?! Are we really doing this again!" I was still wrapped in the blanket, and I could barely breathe. I struggled but finally pulled the blanket off my head.

"Yes..." He threw me on the fluffy chair next the bed. "I'm trying to make up the bed."

"What are you doing?" I asked and propped my head up on my fist.

"I'm trying to make the bed." He said, pulling all the sheets off the bed. I had almost forgot that he was a neat freak. I watched him make up the bed. He turned and looked at me like I was crazy.

"What are you doing?" he asked. I squinted and looked around, confused. It's early, what did he think I was about to do. I was about to go back

"Waiting to get back into the bed"

"No your not, your getting in the shower and brushing your teeth. We're going for a ride."

"Where?"

"Just for a ride." He looked like he was trying to fight off a smile. I raised my eyebrow and got up, watching him as I moved towards the bathroom. He didn't change his facial expression, so I just shrugged it off and started getting ready. Prince always kept extras of everything "just in case" he said. But I know its booty call material.