After escaping from the home of her crazy soon to be ex-husband...Hope finds herself alone on the streets; surviving on nothing but her wits and the clothes on her back until one day, help comes from an unexpected source...
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May 27, 1989
**Prince POV**
After all the effort it took to finally get Hope to join me at Paisley, it’s hard to believe how seamlessly her and Gemini have woven themselves into my life here.
We’ve spent so much time these past couple of weeks getting to know each other better, learning each other’s quirks...and as each day goes by, I find myself increasingly enamoured by her, though her reticence...and Gemini, have for the most part been keeping things at bay. For now at least…
I can’t help laughing at this tiny kitten’s persistent antics to thwart any attempts on my part to ingratiate myself with Hope...or with her. Believe it or not, it’s actually making me more determined than ever to win them both over. I just know it’ll be worth it….
While in so many ways it feels as though they’ve always belonged here...with me, it’s obvious she’s still hiding something...something big.
We’ve shared so much of ourselves with each other already, but she’s still keeping certain parts of her life hidden in a shroud of mystery. Still, I think I’m slowly getting to the bottom of what’s going on....even as her beauty and sweet nature continue to charm me in ways I never expected.
May 18, 1989
As I walk down the hall, heading toward my office I find myself distracted by some strange sounds emanating from Studio B. Is that a guitar? Can they actually sound like that?
Puzzled, yet intrigued I find my feet firmly planting themselves just outside the studio door taking in the strange cacophony of sound with a sour face. Ugh.. that’s awful! I didn’t think a guitar could even make sounds like that. What the…?
After a few moments of taking in the god awful sound, my curiosity got the better of me as my hand made its way to the knob, slowly turning it...determined to get to the bottom of who or what was causing it.
The door gradually pops open, my eyes inching toward the slowly appearing crack only to discover Hope fooling around with one of my favourite guitars, goofy grin lighting up her face as her hands create some of the most hideous sounds I’ve ever heard.
I’m tempted to say something, anything to interrupt her private ‘concert', but the look of pure rapture and peace on her face stops me. Whatever anger I was feeling upon seeing her messing around with my favourite guitar ebbs away at the sight of her unbridled joy in creating what can only be described as a mangled, indiscernible jumble of noise.
She’s really in the zone here, and looks as unrestrained and joyful as I’ve ever seen her. Despite the terrible sounds emanating from the guitar, I find myself engrossed in the purity of her performance...until a string breaks. Fuck! Now what?!
Irritation starts to set in at that point, though I’m not sure if I’m more upset with at this point, her or myself. Damn it!
A sour look crosses my face, but before I even have a chance to say anything, she finally registers my presence.
