Prince

.....In his first motion picture.

Before he created the music.

He lived every bit of it.

He risked too much for the one thing that meant everything

.....His music

Prince

The Story

The Struggle

The Movie

Purple Rain

I sat up out my bed and blindly turned the TV down. I knew the remote like the back of my hand. I didn't even have to look at it to know what the buttons were. Which would normally be considered sad but I consider it a gift.

I rubbed my eyes and opened them to see Veronica, Gigi and my stylist, Naomi. All sitting together in my room. I closed my eyes and clasped my hands together. Trying to find the nicest words.

"Ok... what... the fuck.. are yall doing... in my god damn room?" I was clenching my teeth using every ounce of willpower I had to keep my composure. What would Michael do?was all that was running through my head.

"The maid let us in." Naomi spoke up, bouncing my favorite teddy bear in her lap. The same lavander teddy bear, David gave me. If I wasn't tired I would've thrown this damn remote at her.

"Somebody's getting fired." I threw the covers back and got up out the bed. "What's on the schedule for today?" I asked, scratching my head. Every morning I was greeted with a schedule. Normally, I was downstairs in the kitchen and I let them in the house myself but today, Veronica turned up the crazy. Either I was going to take her key, change the locks, or hire new help.

"Well.." She whipped out her clipboard and turned a few pages. Which always meant I was about to be busy as hell. "You have to finish filming you last few scenes for Beverly Hills Cop today. A radio interview, an appearance at Macy's to promote your clothing line, we have a concept meeting with Gianmarco Lorenzi about your ensemble for the Purple Rain premiere, which is July 27th. Then you have a fitting with Stella McCartney for your dress for that which is.." She searched her sheet. "December 1st." I groaned and stretched.

"So why are you guys here?" I turned my attention to Naomi and Gigi. Naomi looked at me with big eyes, as if she didn't know what was going on. Gigi stood up.

"Because Veronica didn't trust you to do your own makeup today." I gasped and shot a look at Veronica. She shrugged at me. Then Naomi grew some balls and stood up, behind Gigi.

"Or dress yourself." I looked back over to Veronica and she covered face with her clipboard.

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I walked out my trailer after I had gotten dressed back in my clothes and started heading to the car. I said my goodbyes to people and gave Eddie a final hug. I had finally finished my scenes so I was done with this project.

"Bye now, you be good. Tell Michael I'll keep that ass hot while he's gone." He shouted at me as I walked out the door. I shook my head at his statement and kept it moving. I loved Eddie, the guy was hilarious. Plus, he's a huge flirt which I love. Why? Because flirts are the best. They have a lot of one-liners you could use.

I hopped into the backseat of the car and took a deep breath. Veronica looked up at me with a smile on her face.

"Great job now were now 10% done with the day." I scrunched up my face at her.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better or something."

She cut her eyes at me. Then her face dropped.

"Look. I'm tired, horny, and sober. So it's either I smile or I fuck the limo driver."

My eyes got wide and a awkward silent filled the limo. I furrowed my brows and picked up my soy latte from the cup holder, trying to not to make eye contact with her. I can't look at her after that statement. I feel like all I do is hire crazy people. Hannah, Veronica, even Gigi gives me shit too. The only non-psychopath i've hired is Naomi. I sighed at the thought. Naomi is my last shred of sanity. At least until Michael comes back.

"Next stop is the radio station for the interview."

"Oh goody, talk to compete jackass while he invades my privacy and throws shade with a smile." I leaned against the window and pouted. "Great"

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I love talking to people, but I hated interviews. If I wanted to let my fans know things about me. I could always tell them myself. Reporters always put a spin on what you say and and even blow your facial expressions out of proportion. Now I'm not saying all journalist and reporters suck. I've had some really great interviews. But some of them are real assholes and Jeff was definitely one of them. He was a complete jackass and his misogynistic comments weren't cute. I had to put on Michael's jacket before I came in here. It smelled like him, which soothed me.
I thank God every day for Michael because without him I would be in jail.

"And here we have in the building, the queen of pop, the voice of a generation, Ms. Jasmyn. What's up babydoll." Jeff yelled into his mic, his radio voice turning on an frankly pissing me off. You ever have those people who's voice you hated? They did nothing to you but just the sound of their voice pissed you off for some reason. That's what I felt about Jeff. God, I hated Jeff. Even his name leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

"Hi!!" I exclaimed, smiling and trying to look as sweet as possible. That was my image, I was Hollywood's Angel, The Sweetheart, The Good girl, who was only sexy in music videos of course.

"It's been a year since your last album, no tour , no nothing. What up girlfriend? Talk to me" He asked, turning in his chair. I raised my eyebrow at his comment. I almost came across this desk and took my heel to his throat but I bit my cheek instead and played it very cute.

"Jeff baby don't be in such a hurry perfection takes time."

"Oh watch out fellas the southern belle has come out to play." I started staring at his mouth a fly would go in there and choke him, maybe make him pass out.  Since that didn't happen I settled for a fake laugh. I threw my head back in laughter at him. Every now and then the Louisiana came out of me, the public thought my southern accent was cute and it added to my angel image.

"Your such a cutie." I forced out, making me nauseous in the
process.

"Uh oh Michael watch out she says i'm cute." Now I really wanted to punch this guy in the face. I tucked my hand into the sleeves of his jacket and took a quick inhale of his sleeve. My irritation started to die down and a smile creeped across my face. I loved the smell of his  cologne. 

"Now now sweetheart their is a ring on this finger." I held up my hand and the whole room gushed over it.

"Woah she's got a rock on her finger. Are you engaged?" He leaned in closer to me, taking my hand and analyzing the ring.

"No, it's just a promise ring but there will be wedding in the future." I confirmed, hoping that we'd drop the subject.

"Aww your gonna give up your career become a housewife. It seems only right. I mean am I right fellas?" He laughed and the other meatheads in here joined in. I clenched my fist in my lap trying to fight back what I wanted to say and maintain my composure. I looked past Jeff into the glass to see a frantic Veronica moving her hands signaling me to calm down. She knows how I am. I'm prone to snapping on reporters. I snapped one time when I was 16 and I never heard the end of it. It was in the media for weeks.

America's Angel Has A Potty Mouth?

Donut Shop Debacle.

Princess of Pop's Throw Down in the Donut Shop.

I hate the media sometimes. The headlines weren't even that clever anymore.

"No I'm going to continue my career. You can be a mother, wife, and career woman at the same time. I don't see a problem with it and and I don't plan on having any kids anytime soon so no reason to worry about it Jeff." I made sure to put extra emphasis on his name.

"Ok, so on Oprah you told her the public should be expecting a collaboration between you and Prince. Does Michael need to worry about losing his girl to a rockstar?" The entire studio laughed. I have never hated a group of people more than I do right now. I groaned internally, knowing exactly what he was getting at. I've been here for 20 minutes and I already wanna blow my brains out.

"No Michael doesn't have anything to worry about." I smiled, flashing my ring again.

"So are these rumors true? You know I have to ask he's all over the music scene right now."

"No no... no need to stress about that. Maybe one day, I think it would shake things up a bit, because the music we do is very different and if we did collaborate it would be uhmm...interesting, but we haven't even met yet so." I lied. "I'm sure he's a great guy though, very talented. I wish him all the success in the world." What is with everyone asking me about Prince lately? What does he have to do with anything I have going on. A new man walks into the scene and suddenly everyone woman is question as to whether they wanna hop on his dick or not.

"Uh huh." He nodded, a serious look plastered on his face.

Then that stupid smile popped back up, and I knew he was about to say some dumb shit.  "So what can you not live without makeup or shopping."

I cocked my head to the side at him.

Is this muthafucka serious?
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It was 10:00 at night by the time I got home. I moped into my room and tossed my clutch on the chair. My eyes immediately caught the glimpse of a bouquet of lavender roses sitting on my nightstand. A smile immediately shot to my face. I walked over opened the car and it was from none other than Michael. Such a cutie.

I miss you. I love you. Stay safe and stay sane.

I sat the card back on the desk and plopped on the bed. I dreaded this part of my day. When I had to pull of my heels and get ready for bed. I missed Hannah at times like theses. No one to cuss me out, eat my food and invade my privacy.

I toed out my shoes, pryed myself out the bed and headed to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and shut the door. Then a grabbed the matches next from the drawer and lite a few candles to set the mood. Then I started getting undressed. I haven't taken a shower in a while. I mostly take baths which isn't normal, but they relax me. Last time I took a shower Michael was in it with me. You better believe we weren't showering. It was our last night together before he left for the victory tour. I got tingles just thinking about it. The whole night was a bit of a blur to be honest. I just remember being pinned against the shower wall, one leg draped over his shoulder while he devoured my pussy. Lady in my life playing in the background. His eyes looking up at me the entire time. Shit, I need a minute.

I was snapped out my thoughts by the phone ringing. Ugh party poop. I didn't even care to put on a towel, I just hopped out and answered the phone.

"Hello."

"Hi." a deep voice greeted me.

"Who is this?"

"Oh I forgot we haven't met yet." Then his tone started to sound a bit more familiar.

"Prince?"

"Nice to meet you."

I exhaled. "Still a jackass?"

"I missed you too" he laughed.

"How have you been?" My voice got really high all of a sudden and my heart started racing.

"Good, just been really busy planning our collaboration, when did you wanna drop it again?"

I chuckled at him. I did miss that sense of humor. "Hey don't make fun of me. I didn't know what else to say."

"Well at least you think I'm a nice guy." Has he been listening to my interviews? Does he keep tabs on what I say? I don't know whether that's sweet or creepy.

"The reason I called I was having a party tomorrow night and I was wondering if you'd like to come..."

"Uhmmm I don't know."

"I'll take you to dinner afterward..."

"Great so the media can attack us even more."

"Pshh.. who cares what they say? If you live your whole life worried about what other people will say about you. You'll never have any fun."

"Fine Prince see you tomorrow."

"I'll pick you up at 10:30"

"Wait how do you know where I live...? Better yet how did you get my number?"

"Hannah has a really big mouth."

"Oh yeah she does.. huh"