Part Two: Camille
*Your POV*
You slowly make your way onto the stage, but stop once you hear the music that starts to play. This isn't the song that's meant to be playing...you don't know what this is. A stage manager approaches you with a big fur coat, you look at him with furrowed brows.
"You need to put this on for this performance." He instructs.
"But this isn't apart of the next song." You say.
"It is now, change of plans." He says, tossing me the coat.
You frown at the coat before looking back up at the stage manager. You just do as you're told and put on the coat.
"Who was the brains behind this?" You ask.
The manager points at your estranged boyfriend on stage in the dark ready for the next song...whatever it is. You just sigh and make your way onto the stage. You make your way over to him, he's not paying attention to your presence. Okay this is really getting on your nerves.
"What is with this? You didn't tell me about this sudden change in the set list." You question him.
His head snaps in your direction, making you shudder...not in the good way. What's with the no speaking? The stage manager tells you to just follow his lead...alright...whatever.
The lights come on and music plays, it's like Prince is a whole different person. You start following him around, his whole demeanor is dark and you don't like it.
He suddenly spins to face you, looking you up and down. Kind of scaring you a little, he walks closer to you. He finally starts speaking, the changed the settings on the microphone so his voice is completely different. His head clocks to the side while he speaks to you, making you completely uncomfortable.
The words that are coming out of his mouth...it's just making you stand there in pure confusion but you need to play along with the act for the thousands of fans watching this drama unfold.
"New coat, huh?
That's nice
Did you buy it?
Yeah, right
You seeing that rich motherfucker again
You know who I'm talking about
That slicked back paddy with all the gold in his mouth
Don't try to play me for yesterday's fool
Cause I'll slap your ass into the middle of next week
I'm sorry baby, that's the rules" Prince says.Your jaw drops at what he says but you huff and shrug it off.
"Just try and stay calm, Y/N. It's just a skit..." You think to yourself.
Prince walks up to you and yanks your hand towards him. Looking down at the ring he bought you, he throws your hand away in what seems to be anger. Looking up at you he goes to speak.
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Prince Imagines
FanfictionThis 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...