"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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Nineteen years old and never have I experienced romance. I've seen it; in movies, at my prom, in my parent's eyes...
Prince giving me a card with two movie premiere tickets was the closest to romance I've been. Or maybe just hours before when he sang to me from the stage.
But I wanted the full sensory experience. I wanted to hear the soft music playing, feel the soft bed sheets, smell the roses, taste the wine, and see desire in a lover's eyes.
A couple hours after Sheila's show, I was in a hotel room I got for the night, pacing back and forth, stuck in terrifying thoughts. I was trying to predict the future—how Prince would react when he stepped into the small room full of rose petals, candlelight and chocolates.
Mykell, Tiani, Kaylah and I couldn't stop giggling in the stores. It was definitely a last-minute decision and I had no idea what I would be getting myself into.
I was on a tight budget so I couldn't be as lavish I liked to be, but it was satisfying enough.
I shaped tealight candles into a heart on the queen-sized bed, then filled it with pink and white petals. I put the rest of the candles in glass cups and placed them strategically through the room to allow the perfect glow.
I was just praying the scene wouldn't scare him. The more I thought of it, I was frightening myself, actually.
I was so nervous, I forgot to dress the part. I caught my mediocre reflection in the mirror. A black t-shirt and ripped up jeans was not widely considered sexy. Especially, not for the renowned Prince.
Before I could fully freak out, there was tapping at the door.
"Hold on!"
I ran to the closet and snatched off my apparel. And my hair was a mess, thanks to the New York City winds.
I was so busy perfecting the room, I forgot all about me.
The closest I could get to sexy was throwing my black, silk robe over my bra and panties. I would've rather been walking to the door with a cute little dress on or something with some heels. Instead, my bare feet and legs were pacing towards the door and the oversized robe was slipping off my shoulders.
I looked desperate and ready, which I wasn't.
I only opened the door enough to peek my head through.
Big Chick was standing behind Prince. "Hi," I breathed nervously towards them.
Prince was looking at me suspiciously. I guess the long wait and my ninja appearance did that. "Are you going to invite me inside?" he asked.
"Yes." I opened the door just enough to pull Prince through. "Thanks, Chick."
He nodded with a knowing grin. "You kids have a good night."
