The 80s

You Got Me Feelin' Higher! (edited)

October 17, 1986

I adjusted the camera on the counter so it was sitting up. "Ok I think we're good."

I sat back and pulled my hair back with one of Prince's hair ties. I came back last night from Europe because I missed my baby. Yes, finally after all the pain and suffering we are together. We are officially a couple, not publicly of course. I refuse to let the media get a hold of and ruin this relationship.

I was clad in a his black silk pajama. He was fully dressed to the 9s, smelling heavenly and carrying on with his regal air as per usual. Given that he's out the bed by 8:00 everyday, which is unheard of in Rock n' Roll but I digress.

"Why are you recording this anyway?"

"Because sometimes a memory isn't enough, you need a souvenir."

I glanced out the corner of my eye to see if he realized who I was quoting and he definitely did, a little smile tugged at his lips because of it.

"Ok." I sat down and gave him a thumbs up, signaling him to start.

"Well you gotta set it up. I'm like your special guest."

I scrunched my face up and glared at him briefly.

"Hi guys!!" I waved to the camera. I opened my mouth to speak, however I was interrupted by the obnoxious laughter from his purple asshole.

"What?"

"Hi guuuys!!" he mocked me, in an overly exaggerated high voice like he always does.

"I don't sound the like that!"

I watched him as his laughter died down and transformed into a cackle, I was acting quite unamused but I was. I bit my lip trying to fight off my giggles.

"You done?"

He pinched my cheek. "You sound like Dolly Parton from Southside."

"Oh I know you ain't talkin' shit, soundin' like Elmer Fudd from Oakland."

"Shutup." he chuckled and brushed under my nose with a powder brush.

"Anyway." I clapped getting back to the camera and off the tangent we had somehow skewed off into. "This is my boyfriend Prince and um he's gonna be doing my makeup today."

He peaked his head into the camera focus and kissed my cheek. "Amazingly might I add."

I smiled watching him open all the palettes. He was cutting his eyes over the counter, analyzing everything to the last detail. He started opening some of his own makeup as if all mine wasn't enough. I shook my head at him. He's so extra.

"He's been talkin' all this shit on the phone as if he actually knows how to do makeup so." I teased rolling my eyes, knowing it would get to him.

He clapped and exhaled rubbing his hands together. "Before we jump into this, you bitches might wanna take out a notepad because we're gonna cover some in depth stuff."

"Oh my God" I mumbled.

"I like to move fast so if you can't keep up, get out the studio." he dropped his face into a serious look.