"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...
"What the fuck is this?" I giggled to myself, smacking away a bunch of colorful balloons that were falling over me.
Gravity shut the door behind me and locked me into the warm room. I kicked a blue and yellow balloon as I took two steps forward, then I stopped in front an envelope that was hanging from the ceiling. NAHLA was painted in red on the front and on the back, was a drawing of a boy. It made me laugh. His mouth was gaped and tape was drawn across his wrists and ankles to really create the illusion that he was stuck to the paper against his will.
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I carefully peeled the adhesive from the front of the envelope to bring it off the string. Then I pushed up the tucked flap to open it.
"What the hell?" The pointed flap separated the drawing at the boy's tummy, and the illustrator thought it would be funny to draw blood and guts to give you the illusion that you were really tearing the poor kid apart.
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"Oh, my goodness." I felt bad for laughing.
Then, I pulled out the card and glitter flew everywhere. There was even more inside. I had to shake the card to read the handwritten words.
DISCLAIMER: If u, Nahla Imaan Prin(ce)s, have encountered any Assholeness from Prince Rogers Nelson at the event in which u came from, please understand that it was all fictitious behavior 2 piss you off and make this moment feel that much more uplifting.
And if you're not Nahla, put my damn balloons back and get the hell out.
On the right side of the card, he wrote:
All the balloons are filled with my air, so please step forward with careful care.
At the end of your hunt you will be met with a surprise. 2 not move forward I'd say is unwisely unwise.
"Oh, dear," I whispered to myself. The assholeness felt too real. I was still mad at him. But my tummy was so tickled, I stepped forward anyway.
