The 80s

Down In New Orleans (edited)

Manhattan, New York 1985

I toed my heels off and swung my legs onto the bed. I really wanted to take off this dress Prince has me wearing but then I would actually have to find something to wear to bed and getting up is not on my agenda right now. 

I felt all the soreness from the day finally settle into my joints, and I was fully in pain. I had press all day for the album and then Prince decided to send a limo to pick me up tonight for his show. I have no clue as to why but he put me front row center at the concert. I don't what it was about tonight but I finally saw how sexual he was on stage. Here I was super close to the stage and he was performing the whole concert to me and licking his hand and in between his fingers, working his tongue like it was his job, just doing all these sexual gestures. We joked and laughed so much while he was on stage tonight and the crowd had literally no clue. 

He was doing the splits and we made a bet backstage that he couldn't do twenty in a row and knowing our competitive asses we put money on it. However, he split his pants and had no underwear on. He looked so embarrassed but he leaned over the stage edge and said, "That's $300". Asshole. 

So after the many dirty jokes we made backstage, I paid him and one of his bodyguards drove me back to his hotel in a van. The vehicle spun out of control, through three lanes of traffic, and crashed into the medium. Through the grace of God we ended up hitchhiking back. 

And here I am now, in the hotel room lying down, with my eyes closed, trying escape my past midnight thoughts, which always scared me and got way to deep at night. I felt a little uneasy so I opened my eyes and jolted at the sight of Prince, standing over the bed and looking down at me. 

"You ever been in love?"

He chuckled. "Is that how you greet people?"

I shrugged. "Only the ones I like."

He gasped, fake stunned. "Ah so you like me now."

I twisted my mouth, trying not to smile. "Your crazy matches my crazy."

"Hmmmm" he glanced to the ceiling "trying to figure out if that's a compliment or not."

"It depends on your definition of crazy."

"Well what's your definition of crazy?"

I played with the ends of my hair, trying to see if I should let him hear my demented Joker-esque thoughts. I decided to spare him and change the subject. "You never answered the question."

"I asked you one first."

"No I asked you first."

"But I asked the most recent question."

"Your logic is extremely irrelevant right now."

"What's my logic then?"

I groaned at his childishness. "You're so annoying."

"Good then, I only annoy the people I like."

"Once again, your logic...pretty fucked up."

"Wouldn't be the first thing about me that is."

Ouch. That hurts. I pouted, feeling a little bad for him. 

"Nah. Never."

I furrowed my brows. "Never what?"

"I've never been in love."