This book contains every dream, imagine, want and desire you ever had about the purple one. Could be a simple date, could be him and you just lazing around on the couch together, him taking care of you when you're sick or it could be completely R ra...
You were on tour in Tokyo with your boyfriend, Prince. You two had only been dating for a short while, been the closest of friends for a long time before that. Prince couldn't stand the thought of being away from you for so long so he asked you to come on his tour with him, you couldn't say no to him. You couldn't really be away from him either, he keeps asking you to perform with him but you go red in the face and wide eyed yelling no.
"What? Why do you keep asking me this? I can't perform with you!" You protest.
"Why not? I heard you singing in the shower the other day, just one performance?" Prince asks with a pout.
You look at his face, his big brown doe eyes getting bigger trying to beg you to give in to his shenanigans. His juicy bottom lip poking out indicating that he's sad because you keep declining.
"You heard me sing in the shower a few times...that's completely different to properly singing in front of hundreds upon thousands of people, baby." You sigh, shyly looking down at the ground.
He takes a step forward and takes your hands in his, lifting your chin. He smiles as he looks into your eyes.
"It's okay, you don't have to. I understand, it would just be great that's all." He kisses the top of your head before walking off to the stage.
You sigh as you go to the side of the stage and sit down. You watch the screen as he starts performing, how much he loves being on stage. He's a completely different person when on stage, it comes naturally too. The stage is his home.
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You just sit there and wonder how he shakes off the fact there's thousands and thousands of people jumping around cheering for him, if you did perform with him they wouldn't be cheering for you...they'd be cheering for him...that's why you weren't all that keen on performing. If it was back at Paisley Park in a private concert you probably wouldn't have cared but out here you do.
Your thoughts get interrupted by one of Prince's guards.
"Hey, Y/N. Are you okay? You look real deep in thought there." He says.
"Yeah. Just thinking." You respond.
"About what? If you don't mind me asking." He asks.
"Prince keeps asking me to perform with him everytime he does a show...all because he's heard me sing in the shower a few times. I don't understand why." You admit.
The guard chuckles which causes you to look at him.
"What? What's so funny?" You ask.
"This is Prince we're talking about." He says with a smirk.
"Yeah, so?" You say.
"So...my point is, he doesn't just let anyone perform with him. Hell he doesn't even let just anyone on stage either, anyone's lucky to get on that stage with him if you behave yourself around him. If you don't he kicks you off." He explains.
