The year is 1994. The Artist finds himself in a situation no one ever thought could happen. How does he get out of it, or perhaps more importantly, how did he get there in the first place?
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August 31, 1994
**Iolani POV**
I take a quick glance down at my watch, only to realize I've already been sitting outside the gates of Paisley Park for the last 15 minutes trying to psych myself up to ring the gate to allow myself admittance inside. To begin with the complex is far larger than I expected, even after seeing it on television during the press conference...and I'm finding that alone intimidating. What was I thinking...just turning up like this? Did I really think I'd just be able to go freely up to his front door?
Unfortunately in that same 15 minutes, as you can see, my nerves have returned with a vengeance, and were starting to get the best of me. What if he doesn't even want to see me? If I ring the bell, who will answer? Will it be him or someone else? Would I even be allowed inside? After all, It's not like anyone else knows anything about me...
Still...after going to all this trouble working up my nerve to come here, hoping to woo him, it's not like I was going to just turn away and go home without even trying. Come on, Lani! You can do this! He says he loves you...and you love him. You should at least give him the chance to prove it...
Following my short little pep talk to myself, I take one last look in my rearview mirror to do some last minute primping, fixing my hair and applying one final fresh coat of lipstick before preparing to roll down the window and ring the bell, seeking admittance. You go girl! You've got this!
But just before I manage to get my window rolled down all the way, something flashes past the rearview mirror catching my attention. My eyes rove back toward the mirror, curiosity shining in them, to watch whatever was about to unfold. What...or who was that?
A second glance through the mirror only confirmed what I'd initially suspected...that what I was seeing wasn't a thing, but a person...a woman I don't recognize slinking out the door. What the...?
With my gaze now firmly locked on the mirror, the woman eventually comes into full view of my peripheral vision...and to my astonishment and terror, I realize she's dressed in much the same manner I am. This can't be what it looks like... I think to myself at first. Surely I'm imagining things... He'd never do something like that to me would he? It's only been a week after all....my nerves must be getting the best of me...
That thought in mind, I turn away from the mirror and shake my head...attempting to erase the image now burned into my brain. However my reprieve didn't manage to last long.
As the woman continues to dart away from the house under cover of night, unbeknownst to her, she somehow she finds herself illuminated by my headlights.
From my now clearer vantage point, it now becomes obvious she's even more scantily clad than I...and she looks angry. This can't be good...
...and apparently it's about to get even worse, I think to myself...as in that single moment, the mystery woman's eyes meet mine. Shit!
Before I can even put together a single coherent thought, she's making her way towards my car, screaming all the while. Uh...this can't be good...
With her just outside my car I can clearly see the irate looking expression on her face, which she quickly covers with a bored looking, mostly unreadable expression. I can detect a faint air of anger and superiority dancing across her features as she bites out a snarky sounding, "Who the hell are you?" as her eyes quickly rove over my seated form, taking in my attire with distaste. Funny...I could say the same about you....
I can already tell that this encounter isn't going to end well...and for just a moment, I debate putting my foot on the gas and simply making a run for it. All you need to do is move your foot a little to the right....
However a force outside of my own control seems to stop me from doing just that...and in the end, I offer a wary and confused sounding. "Uh...hello..." but I find myself quickly cut off with a brusque sounding, "I hope you're not about to do what it looks like..." the woman begins, her eyes again darting down to my trench coat with a bit of a snide look on her face.
"Funny...you're not exactly his type. Besides...he's already got a crap load of women at his disposal. What makes you think you're any better than any one of them? Take me for instance..." she questions in a clipped, snarky tone, gesturing to her own toned physique with a vain sense of pride. A cold smile envelopes her features while her gaze again takes in my features with disdain.
Once her stony gaze locks with mine again, she finishes icily with a grim sounding, "If you know what's good for you, you'll turn around and leave now little girl..."
And with that I move quickly to roll up the window as my eyes start to burn in response to the superior look on her face. Apparently, it's exactly what it looks like...
Without a second thought, my own eyes now burning with unshed tears, I quickly apply my foot to the gas pedal, loudly revving the engine as I screech away into the night...never once looking back.
**Author's Note: I apologize for the long wait for this update. Work has really been taking it's toll on my time I'm afraid...but I'm doing my best. The good news is that Part Two of this chapter is already well on it's way to you all...and you should see it in the next few days. Thanks for sticking with me...and with TAFKAP & Lani. <3 **
