Video: Question Of U/Electric Man LIVE (1990)
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P.S. BELIEVE
For good reason, the post script is what my eyes scanned over a thousand times. Prince was clever with his words and I didn't think he wrote "believe" just to sound inspirational. When he told Mrs. Elsie 'a few years ago in June,' I missed that. I didn't want to miss something again.
Sitting in his bed, I was thinking back to April of 1990 when Prince debuted Question of U at Rupert's Nightclub. After the guitar solo he tossed me his pick...the one he wrote "Believe" on the back. Now he's telling me to believe again. Believe in what?
One thing I always found interesting, was that in one of my very first letters to him, I asked if he believed in soulmates and he never answered me until his very last letter. Again, it was in post script.
P.S. Yes, I believe in soulmates.
It was kind of random for him to answer so late in the game. And then for him to tell me to stop writing him directly after that line. But in April of '90, he didn't know who I was...I was just a concert-goer in his eyes who was lucky enough to catch his tossed token.
(This is not a coincidence. This is a trip)
......so maybe that last line was in reference to what he said earlier in the salon, that either force, fate or coincidence brought us together. So maybe it was simply that he wanted me to believe in fate. In the same "last letter" he told me:
Be patient.
Leave it 2 FATE.
So maybe the guitar pick incident and the letter from last night has nothing to do with each other...and I'm just thinking too much into everything....
Downstairs, heating up a breakfast for one, I tried to hum a tune and keep a clear head. Jingle Bells was stuck on my brain. But with one quick flashback, my mind zipped into overdrive.
"It's all coming back to me now. I shall no longer live blind and numb."
Frustrated by the abundance of question marks biting my skin, I poked START on the microwave and moved across the kitchen towards the phone hanging above the light switch, my borrowed silk robe a cape in flight behind me.
Calling Paisley Park's front desk on a Sunday was partially silly, but there's always a chance someone could be walking around and pick it up. The chance was small though...probably why it just rang and rang.
After stuffing myself with pancakes, I invited myself upstairs to Prince's shower for a nice hot wash. The poor posture I kept up at that piano was hitting me now.
Despite the cool freshly-fall temperature outside, when I was done moisturizing in his pretty-smelling lotion, I put on a nice tangerine sundress and went outside on the balcony. Only when the wind would blow I'd shiver a little, but the beating sun felt good on my skin.
Lounging in a patio chaise, I read over his letter, the butterflies multiplying with the time. And on the 100th read, relaxed in Mother Nature's care, I drifted off into a dream.
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