The One You Wanna See

Fast Car!

Police, keep your hands up!

Prince turns facing the officers; he is not pleased; he puts his hands up I do the same shaking with tears in my eyes. One of the officers took a look and realized it is Prince the Rockstar, he then Lets his guard down, lowers his weapon and that of his partner.

As a smile formed on his face, he asked:

"Wow, are you Ppprince because you sure do look like him?"

"Who wants to know?" Prince, rising to his feet stoically, asks sarcastically.

By now I am crying my eyes out, I feel like I am falling apart. Why can't we just be left alone for once?

I wondered how he lives this crazy life, The confident eccentric musician by day then no freedom at Night. The officer takes another look at Prince.

Suddenly, Prince's security detail runs into the theater.

"Is there a problem officer? " The detail asks. "This is a private party for Prince."

The officer turns to face Prince's security and says: "Well, we got a call about indecent exposure at the movie theater and from what we can see you guys are fully clothed. Pppprince.. I apologize for this misunderstanding. We will leave you alone. You are our hometown hero, a genius! My man! Prince, can I get your autograph?"

Prince frowned shakes his head and firmly replied:

"I do not give out Autographs."

The officer nods and taps his hat. He makes a signal to his partner, they turn around and retreat to the exit. Prince turns to me, pulls me up into his embrace and with his slender fingers wipes the tear away from my eyes.

"It is okay Athena, let's go home." He said.

"Boss, are you going to drive home? We can take the car home and..." His detail began. Prince interjected:

"That is not necessary, I will drive my baby home," Prince said protectively smiling at me. I smiled back. Just like that we left the movie theater and headed home. We did not say a word during the drive home, but Prince reached out his hand to mine as he drove the car. I placed my hand in his. I couldn't believe I was still falling for him. He squeezed my hand and just like that; I realized our relationship was not going to be a walk in the park. But we are in it together.

The next morning, drama ensued. We turned on the television and a TMX show tabloid reporter remarked:

"Last night Prince and his mystery woman, possibly Jill B were caught Naked in a movie theater!

"Didn't he have a home filled with Marilyn Monroe posters, basically a shrine to her?" another individual interjected.

"Yeah we heard not at his Paisley crib, though, but at his hidden Purple House!"

"Too bad there were no pictures, his purpleness might have been with that curly haired protege from his DC Show. Someone told me they saw her at Paisley."

"Oh no, she is not his type. He would never tap that...."

The crew burst out laughing. That's when one member of the tv crew quips: "He likes em round and fat right?"

Prince had seen enough. He turned off the television, then he said:

"They say crazy things all time Athena, do you see any Marilyn posters on these walls?"

"Of course not," I respond.

Well, I have a busy day today", he said moving over to the desk scribbling down his tasks for the day. He picks up the phone, calls his assistant to come over. Wow! I thought to myself I would finally get to meet this lady called Becky.