"A tale of a pretty girl who gets more than she ever asked for, including one of the 80's most prominent figures."
When one young beauty meets rock star Prince in the height in of his career, the black & white world she's always known gets tinted...
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I threw on a thin gray sweater and patterned scarf around my neck. I had on dark Levi's and black combat boots. And when fifteen minutes went by, I found myself in the bathroom applying makeup around my eyes out of boredom.
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A half hour after getting off the phone with Prince, there was honking on the side of my four story building. I peeked out the window and saw his white Lincoln waiting for me.
Finally.
I took the elevator down and was smiling to myself before I even stepped out into the California night air.
I felt his eyes on me as I walked around the front of the car.
I yanked on the passenger's handle but the door didn't budge. I banged on the window and tried again.
Prince was playing games.
I bent over and met his smile through the window.
"Hi, there," he said.
I cocked my head to the side, smirking. "I can't hear you over the loud engine. Let me in, damnit."
He reached and unlocked my door.
I stood up straight and took a deep breath.
Prince was staring at me as I got in and buckled my seatbelt. Once settled, I turned and looked at him. "What the hell are you looking at?" I whispered.
"You always look like this at five o'clock in the morning?"
"Yup," I said, smacking my lips. "I sure do."
"Hm." He eased his foot off the brake.
I reached for the radio as the car started moving forward.
"Don't touch my damn radio."
I flinched as he smacked my hand like I was a child. "Excuse you."
