Author's Note: As a disclaimer, this idea is 100% fictional. I've also uploaded Kay's "Purple Rain" grand piano solo. The instrumental music duration is (4:42-903). Enjoy!
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April 7th, 1985 – "Purple Rain" Tour (Miami, Florida)
KIM
I've never felt so motivated onstage before. Salted but perfect air wafted toward my nostrils that evening. Thousands packed the open-air stadium tonight. It was the final show. It wasn't until "Take Me With You" that I could've screamed with joy behind my keyboard. Brenda surprised the entire audience once again. Not one ounce of media backlash crossed her face.
This woman snuck behind Prince and his marvelous guitar during the breakdown. I always knew that the couples weren't even supposed to see one another the day before weddings but fuck the rules. Those two deserved that public closeness right now. Manic applause rang through my ears as Prince shredding the guitar and walking all over the stage. I manically punched rhythms with the drum machine all throughout. Brenda offered the most intense vocal growls to accompany her fiancé with a microphone I never even noticed. The audience devoured every second of this tuneful brilliance. I couldn't help smiling throughout.
Damn, they really are good together. I thought to myself.
"Please meet my musical director and future wife, everyone. Tomorrow, Brenda Michelle will officially become Mrs. Prince Rogers Nelson. Show your love!" When the record finally grasped its end, Prince offered low notes for that now sacred microphone. Brenda harmonized with the man she loved. I should've wept or something by now.
The light dimmed slightly between crowd rumbles. Moments later, Prince shouted to acknowledge his eventual bride. Regardless of the tabloid chaos, this loving audience greeted my old friend once more. Those two raised joined palms to all the world to see. This couple even bowed together, and Brenda kissed Prince's cheek. Prince almost beamed with happiness and devotion throughout the rest of our show.
By the time we reached "Purple Rain" one last time, I honestly teared up. Prince offered me the honor of opening the song with its now legendary chords. I could only begin the perform while sitting underneath a hot white spotlight. All alone. My body sparkled in a purple jumpsuit this time. The fans waved lighters back and forth all around this stadium.
I never meant to cause you any sorrow.
I never meant to cause you any pain.
I only wanted to one time to see you laughing.
I only wanted to see you.
Laughing in the purple rain.
Purple rain, purple rain.
Purple rain, purple rain.
Purple rain, purple rain.
I only wanted to see you bathing in the purple rain...
Fingerless and net gloves covered my hands. Rhythms glided up or down those black-white keys. My curls even swung along at times. Not even seconds later, an electric guitar blared meaningful chords into my hearing. The lights turned completely violet now. When Prince stood at the microphone, his own physique draped in navy to stand out. I'd seen his outfit during that Oscar award ceremony. The costume change deemed persistent for later shows. Especially depending on his vision with Brenda (Monty) for some concerts.
I couldn't even function properly when Prince marched toward me with his with White-Cloud guitar. We'd approached the finale breakdown at this point. Even Lisa and Fink dropped jaws near us. I twinkled my keys to accompany him during the closing chords and he jumped in place. All while still playing that damn guitar. In one way or another, I just knew that the Holy Spirit hit both of us like a train. This wasn't a game anymore. It was all finally over.
Prince then tossed away the guitar like trash toward a hiding crew member and squeezed me with a hug. I couldn't even play the keys anymore. The rest of our dazzling musical family helped us push the end of this melody. I wept in his embrace, shamelessly. I never wanted to leave this career-defining period.
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Backstage, Brenda jumped into the arms of her fiancé. That woman smooched this man loud enough to resonate a sound. We all applauded here in the gathered circle otherwise. All of us held hands to bid farewell. In the morning, I'd fly right back to California and resume my solo career with that independent record label. As if Prince never changed my life. When in fact, the publicity would skyrocket my name now.
Unfortunately, I couldn't attend that Nelson wedding on the white and sandy beach tomorrow. Brenda and I embraced throughout my apologies. My old friend understood in one way or another, of course. Nearby, Michael touched my shoulder when I turned these heels around. We shared one more kiss before walking hand in hand to leave.
In that parking lot, Michael and I stared at the exit of this massive stadium. A bittersweet emotional state washed over my heart. Michael kissed the top of my head as we both walked toward a limousine. I'd party with my bandmates one last time. Limitless limousines jam-packed the roadway.
Of course, Prince and Brenda separated to prepare for the wedding. I smiled bashfully and laughed to myself at the idea. Those two couldn't break any more traditions at this point. Even my parents would've bickered at them otherwise. I couldn't even find other nuptial details beyond the location. Brenda wouldn't even spill clues on her valuable gown.
At least everyone deemed joyful, including myself.
