Part Two: Camille

*Your POV*

You slowly make your way onto the stage, but stop once you hear the music that starts to play. This isn't the song that's meant to be playing...you don't know what this is. A stage manager approaches you with a big fur coat, you look at him with furrowed brows.

"You need to put this on for this performance." He instructs.

"But this isn't apart of the next song." You say.

"It is now, change of plans." He says, tossing me the coat.

You frown at the coat before looking back up at the stage manager. You just do as you're told and put on the coat.

"Who was the brains behind this?" You ask.

The manager points at your estranged boyfriend on stage in the dark ready for the next song...whatever it is. You just sigh and make your way onto the stage. You make your way over to him, he's not paying attention to your presence. Okay this is really getting on your nerves.

"What is with this? You didn't tell me about this sudden change in the set list." You question him.

His head snaps in your direction, making you shudder...not in the good way. What's with the no speaking? The stage manager tells you to just follow his lead...alright...whatever.

The lights come on and music plays, it's like Prince is a whole different person. You start following him around, his whole demeanor is dark and you don't like it.

He suddenly spins to face you, looking you up and down. Kind of scaring you a little, he walks closer to you. He finally starts speaking, the changed the settings on the microphone so his voice is completely different. His head clocks to the side while he speaks to you, making you completely uncomfortable.

The words that are coming out of his mouth...it's just making you stand there in pure confusion but you need to play along with the act for the thousands of fans watching this drama unfold.

"New coat, huh?
That's nice
Did you buy it?
Yeah, right
You seeing that rich motherfucker again
You know who I'm talking about
That slicked back paddy with all the gold in his mouth
Don't try to play me for yesterday's fool
Cause I'll slap your ass into the middle of next week
I'm sorry baby, that's the rules" Prince says.

Your jaw drops at what he says but you huff and shrug it off.

"Just try and stay calm, Y/N. It's just a skit..." You think to yourself.

Prince walks up to you and yanks your hand towards him. Looking down at the ring he bought you, he throws your hand away in what seems to be anger. Looking up at you he goes to speak.

"Who bought you this diamond ring?" Prince raises his masked voice.

You don't know what to say, on the other side of the stage, the stage manager is holding up a sign saying "Say the name 'Bob'." You furrow your brows...this is getting to weird and scary. You just want this skit to be over and have the normal Prince back. You don't even have a microphone either... you yell out 'Bob'.

This gets quite the reaction out of Prince.

"Yeah, right.
Since when did you have a job?
You seeing that rich motherfucker again
What's his name? Bob?
Bob, ain't that a bitch?
What's he do for a living?
Manage rock stars?
Who?
Prince?
Ain't that a bitch?
That skinny motherfucker with the high voice?
Please, who do I look like baby?
Yesterday's fool?
Don't you know I will kill you now?
You're fuckin' right.
I gotta gun
You think I don't?
Then what's this?
Oh, you quiet now
Uh uh!
Little? Yeah, right. It might be little but it's loud" Prince holds up his gun shaped microphone at you with an evil wicked smile on his face.

This whole skit is making you uneasy, why did he just speak of himself in such a way? 

You disappear and he goes off to do his own thing. You just watch on and observe his behaviour, pretending to drink and what not. You're actually growing concerned.

Sirens start ringing out through the stadium, members of the band start chasing him around the stage in police hats.

"Oh shit!" Prince says.

He runs to a pole, pointing his microphone at them. Pretending to shoot them. The crowd seems to be loving this skit and getting a hell of a laugh at this.

The band continues to chase him until they surround him, Prince gives up and starts praying.

You hear a loud gun shot sound and the stage goes quiet and dark. You feel a hand grab yours pull you backstage. You sit down on the couch in yours and Prince's dressing room, thanking the Lord that the skit is over...or so you thought. You look up at Prince as he enters the room. Still as quiet as a mouse.

"What was that all about? Why didn't you tell me about that skit?" You ask him.

He just stays quiet, rummaging through the clothing rack. Tossing some of the clothes on the floor, you get up and grab his shoulders, making him turn towards you.

"Prince, I'm talking to you...what's the matter with you?" You ask in a concerned tone.

He just chuckles.

"Prince, huh? You really like him don't you?" He asks in a really deep tone.

You furrow your brows, your hands start to shake. If this is some kind of joke you weren't amused.

"This isn't funny. The skit is over, stop messing around." You warn in an irritated tone.

"Oh I'm not playing, sweetheart. I think you know that too. You so badly wanna scream out for your boyfriend, Princey. But guess what...he ain't home!" He exclaims with a smile.

Your eyes widen, you've never seen this side of him before. This was terrifying you, tears started to well up in your eyes.

"What is this?" You asked, in a shaky voice.

"Oh how rude of me, I didn't even introduce myself! I said my name on stage before but you mustn't of been paying attention. The name is Camille." He says rather too proudly.

You start to back away from him, he snaps his head back in your direction. Walking over to you, grabbing your hand.

"Where are you going?" He asks.

"Please...I don't know whats going on with you. But I just want to be alone." You whisper, tears escaping your eyes.

Camille wipes your tears away, pulling you into an embrace. He strokes your hair softly, you don't hug him back. You're too scared to do anything. He pulls back a little to look at you.

"I'm not going to hurt you, if that's what you're getting at." He states.

You can't look at him, you've been dating Prince this whole time not knowing someone else was hiding in there...

"This whole time...Prince and I have been together. Why are you only showing up now?" You ask.

He places his finger under your chin, making you look up at him.

"Because...why should he get to have the life he wants and not me?" He questions.

You didn't know how to answer that question, he has a point. But this all seems crazy, he's still staring at you for a response...just as you were about to give one he clutches his head.

He groans in pain, this goes on for a good minute or two before he stands up properly again. Going over to the clothing rack, looking around and seeing clothes tossed everywhere. He looks up at you.

"What happened in here?" He asks.

You recognise that voice, deep but not too deep or dark like it was when Camille was talking to you. It was soft too, the way he was looking at you was like he had no clue what just happened. Prince?

"Prince?" You whisper.

Prince furrows his brows.

"Well yeah? Are you okay?" He asks you, walking over to you.

You shudder and slightly move away from him, he looks abit hurt from your sudden movements.

"Baby...what's wrong?" He asks.

"You don't remember what happened just now?" You ask him.

He looks around the room before looking back at you.

"We just performed 'Controversy' and here to get changed to perform 'Kiss'...right?" He questions.

Oh god.

"No. We performed some skit or other song already, you seriously don't remember?" I ask in a concerned panicked tone.

He's starting to look worried himself, he grabs my hands.

"What did we perform?" He asks.

"Something involving a Bob? 'Bob George'?" You confirm.

You watch his reaction, instantly all the colour in his face is gone. He looks like he's seen a ghost.

"Bo...Bob Ge...George?" He stutters.

"Yes." You say.

He starts to panic, pacing back and forth. He keeps looking at the mess in the room.

"I'm guessing Camille did this then." He says.

Your eyes widen, staring at him.

"Camille, so you know about Camille? When were you going to tell me about him? I was trapped in here with him scared out of my mind and in tears." You yell.

Prince turns to look at you, his eyes widen.

"Did he hurt you?" He asks.