Prince Imagines

Under The Cherry Moon - Part One

A/N: Before we get to the juicy bits I graced you with in the Sneak Peek, this part is purely how Prince grew his infatuation with you in the first place and led you to be so bitter towards him...Enjoy!

*Your POV*

You're sitting in your recording studio, with a satisfied smile on your lips as a blissful sigh of relief escapes your lips. You just finished recording your new album, just on time too. You were the most popular female artist around, everyone wanted you, wants to be you and the most entertaining of all? Artist after artist wants to record with you, but you decline their offer as you see a hidden agenda behind it. Sure some may actually want to simply record with you but you also think it's your status that's really the reason, to make that artist more popular.

Usually when you decline someone's request to work with you, you're polite and they leave it at that. But one particular musician is persistent, and it's starting to get irritating for you. You don't wanna have to be rude to him but he calls every week to ask, your patience is running very thin.

"Awesome job, Y/N. The album is finished, how do you feel?" My manager, Don, asks.

"Incredible, all the weight on my shoulders about finishing this has been completely lifted." You sigh.

You decide to play back the last track you recorded just to make sure it's perfect, as you were listening your assistant, Seline, walks in.

"Y/N, he's on the phone again." Seline sighs.

You roll your eyes and internally groan, him again? You stop the track and March down to your office, taking a deep breath before sitting down and picking up the phone.

"Mr Nelson, I believe this is the seventh call this month. You might break last months record." You greet with sarcasm.

You hear a deep chuckle on the other end, you frown. He obviously doesn't care.

"Really? Counting were you?" Prince asks.

You tap your freshly manicured nails on your desk. You can't understand why Prince Rogers Nelson...of all people are obsessed with working with you.

"Yes, my assistant and I have a bet going...if you break your record she owes me fifty bucks." You say back with an amused smile on your face that you hope he feels on the other end.

"Ooh, that's a fun bet. We could end it now and you just work with me? Think about it, we'd make a hell of a record but sadly you'd be fifty bucks down." He says confidently.

You scoff at his response, yeah like that'll happen.

"Nelson, what hasn't answer been for three months straight now?" You ask with a little too much attitude.

"I believe it goes like this, Hmm...Nope." He answers mocking your voice.

You bite your bottom lip to suppress making fun of him as a response, you're trying to be the bigger person. But this is Prince we're talking about, he gets off on being a smart ass to people.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" He asks after a moment of silence.

"No I do, making sure I don't say anything I'll regret." You sigh.

"Come to my show tomorrow." He blurts out.

You raise an eyebrow.

"I beg your pardon?" You ask.

"I didn't stutter, come to my show. See it, then decide if you wanna work with me or not. You can judge your decision on what you see at the show." He offers.