Grace and I arrive at the high end hotel Prince has set us up in. A basket of my favorite healthy snacks is waiting for us. I'm supposed to call him when I get settled in. "Put the phone on speaker so I can talk to him too" Grace insists

"All right" I reply.

"Penelope how are you?" Prince asks

"Recovering from the shock of seeing one of my Nikon ads as a billboard."

"Really? Damn! That's awesome, Supermodel!"

My face starts burning. "Thank you. You're on speaker, Grace wants to say hello"

"Hi!" Grace says.

"Did you like Margaret, Grace?" Prince asks

"She seems okay. But I'll be honest, she comes off as a little dull. She's a polite girl who writes. Not much interesting there."

Prince holds in laughter, HE knows there's more to Margaret than meets the eye. "People don't expose their uniqueness right away." he replies, "Girls, Margaret told me she wants to take you to an event the day after the tribute. She says if you play your cards right, you might get a high profile job, Penelope!"

It didn't occur to me that Margaret has connections that could get me work of any kind. "Margaret wants to do that for me?" I ask.

"Why not? She likes your work. Creative people need to help one another. Like when I write songs for people."

"What are your weekend plans?"

"Work on the tour, then Sunday I'll join your family at church..."

Grace gets the giggles.

"What's so funny about me going to church? Because I sing about sex, I can't have a spiritual side?" Prince asks.

"No, I suppose you can." she replies.

"Don't feel like you have to go to church to make my family happy. I don't go." I insist.

"Penelope, I want to go. Yeah, I get some funny looks, but it's peaceful time with your family. "

The three of us talk for a while. "So, you got PRINCE going to church?" asks Grace.

"I'm not sure. Suddenly he's all ,'We're going to church.' Never mind that we live in sin, his music is sexual and I photograph nearly naked people. "I reply

"Maybe he wants to make your folks like him."

"They already do."

"Perhaps at the end of the day Mister Shake His Ass in Front of Everyone is insecure too"

"Sometimes he is because he is a human being!"

The phone rings. It's the front desk informing us that facial appointments are waiting for us in the hotel spa. Apparently Prince has set it up. Then we spend the rest of the day touring museums and chilling out watching television.

The day we get dressed for the tribute. I'm wearing a black hooded knee length dress. Prince liked it when I showed it to him. He thought it was perfect for mourning an artist in.

Brentwood Galleries is full of people. One of Andy's films plays on a screen. His art hangs on the walls. Oscar and Margaret greet us. "Grace, this is my fiancé, Oscar Brentwood. He owns the gallery."

"Nice to see the turnout." Grace says.

Oscar says," Margaret has a little speech she will give. Penelope, you can say a few things during the tribute if you want"

I did come up with a little something to say in case I had the chance. Before Grace and I can start socializing, people start coming up to us because of my ad! By the time Margaret starts her speech Grace and I have talked to Lou Reed, Debbie Harry, Grace Jones and Jean Michel Basquiat!

"The loss of Andy Warhol struck me deeply." Begins Margaret," Eleven years ago, I was a high school student with more guts and ambition than skills. I wanted to make something of myself. My boyfriend at the time and I both wanted out of our Midwest hometown. We knew my writing was my ticket out, so we'd type up my resume and send a writing sample to every magazine we could think of. All of them sent me a "Thanks, but no thanks. Go to school." letter. All but one. One actually offered me an internship. That one was Interview. I'm not sure how much of that offer was Andy's decision, but Interview was one of his many contributions to the arts and I'll be forever grateful to him for my career as a writer. "

She talks about the lessons she learned from Andy before saying,"Knowing him was an honor and the world is a less interesting place without him."

I start wiping the tears from my eyes, happy I wore waterproof makeup. What is making me emotional is the thought of Prince helping Margaret, wanting them to run off to New York City, the place where they believe their dreams will come true. The beauty of idealistic youths.

"I'd like to introduce my friend, a photographer who will have more than her fifteen minutes of fame, Penelope Smith." Margaret says.

Timidly, I go up in front of everyone. I talk about how Derek introduced me to Andy's work and it was something we bonded over that's inspired me ever since. Every one applauds.

More incredible people share touching, funny and interesting stories about Andy.  Grace and I are a bit starstruck tonight. I manage to remember what I was going to ask Oscar.  "Do you have any Roy Lichtenstein art?"

"Yes, I put in the back because of the tribute. Want to see it?" He asks.

"Definitely! Come on, Grace!" 

Grace finishes her drink and joins me. 

"This is the only one I've got at the moment" Oscar tells me.

"That's too perfect!" Grace snickers, "You need that!"

"It's great but...what's the price?" I ask.

Oscar tells me.  I'm a little shocked. It must show because Oscar smiles and informs me," We have an installment plan. Make all the payments and we send you the piece."

"Is that the best price though?" I timidly ask.

"For you, I think I can take $200 off."

I do the math and figure with the discount I can afford the installment plan. "Let's do it!" I grin. 

Oscar fills out some paperwork for me.  Tonight I just bought my first piece of art! 

Grace, Margaret and I socialize with people until everyone leaves. I realize that the hotel will be closed at this hour. "Margaret, can Grace and I crash at your place?" I ask.

"Of course. That's perfectly fine." She replies.

We scurry to Margaret's Brownstone where she loans us some pajamas. She decides to have a nightcap. "I was a cocktail waitress in a fancy restaurant, so you'd think my favorite wine wouldn't be muscatel. Oh well, it is what it is" she laughs.

"Cheap wine is good sometimes" Grace giggles.

Margaret gets me water and smiles warmly, "Prince said you don't drink, if I remember right."

"No I don't. Just not interested in it." I reply.

"You don't need to explain." Margaret assures me.

"Thank you for inviting us to the tribute. Your speech was really touching."

"Thank you."

"Before I met Penelope, I thought all Andy Warhol's work was soup and Marilyn Monroe." Grace admits.

The three of us laugh and  call it a night.