The 80s

Your're So Cold

I am currently in New York. I had a few album meeting to tend to, plus Eddie has a show here so I decided to come along and support him. We've surprisingly got extremely close lately. It's not serious but he's a cool person to kick it with. Plus, he's a comedian so he's constantly making me laugh. He's a breath of fresh air.

To be honest, I really didn't wanna come here because Prince is playing Madison Square Garden, and if I really went anywhere there was a possibility of him showing up.

I know for a fact that would happen because that's who the fuck Prince is. I swear Prince is magic sometimes.

Anyway I cut a song this evening and it felt good to get it out. I locked myself in the studio for about 16 hours to produce it. It felt good to jam out for a change. I played the piano, I got to sing. I just did what I know I can do right and that's make music, watching it unfold was almost orgasmic. I had a ball in the studio by myself, probably the most fun I've had since producing 'Someday'. Which was my favorite single from the last album.

You're So Cold is intended to be the lead single from this body of work that I have yet to name. Mostly because it's not finish. The song is my favorite so far. It's the first upbeat song I've created for this album, since June 7th.

I decided to celebrate the creation of art by bringing my girls out to the club. It's some underground club, in Soho. If you wanna hear good music, you come to these types of clubs.

They were all still on the dance floor, I decided to come to the bar and chill for a second.

"Hi" I furrowed my brows at the familiar tone. I turned around and to my misfortune I saw Prince standing there. I groaned at the sky and turned back to face the bartender.

"Are you following me or something?Tequila lime, no salt."

"This seat taken." He gestured to the seat. I cut my eyes at him.

"Go away Prince." I threw my shot back and signaled to the bartender to keep them coming. He sighed and took the seat anyway. He ran his fingers threw his newly grown out hair, not a major change but you could tell it was getting a little longer. He's always experimenting with his look. I had to admit it did look good on him. He always looked good though.

"Why don't you smile beautiful?"

"'Cause I don't want to."

"Cute." he chuckled. He started to tap his fingers on the counter, to my annoyance. The bartender couldn't be taking any longer and I could see him staring at me out the corner of my eyes.

"I see you changed your number."

"I did."

"Well can I have your new number."

"No." I missed him when he wasn't around but when he's around the anger seeps back out. I honestly missed his presence. His sweet musky scent, his sensual hazel eyes. His humor. I loved everything about him. I just hated him.

"Would you like another drink. I can buy-"

"I can buy drinks for myself, I don't need you to do anything for me believe me you've done enough Prince." He threw his hands up in surrender at my tone. The bartender came back with my drinks and I thanked him before tossing back another set of shots. I'm actually not old enough to drink. My birthday hasn't came around yet. But it's in a few weeks plus my benefit of the doubt comes with the status. Being a major pop star has its great moments.

"Tequila? That's different you didn't drink that before."

"What do you want?" I asked, cutting to the chase.