So Prince has been to say the least, more open than he's ever been. He's telling me everything about him, his past, just everything. I learned about his women, some of his pet peeves, and just shit he's done in general. The man is an open book now. While I appreciate it, some shit I just wish I didn't know but some shit I have to say is just fucking hilarious.

While he talks I mentally take notes on his chicks so that I have a sort of roster of women he's DEFINITELY for 100% fucked at the very least. I mainly focused on the well known ones, because I have more of a possibility of seeing them versus the others and to be honest some on them surprised the hell out of me. Granted, some made me hellafied upset because I was around but I mean, could I really be upset? I'm no angel either.

See I've realized that his method is to revolve like 4-5 women at any given time, some last longer & others don't, some are well known and some aren't. He's like a baby, you can make the baby laugh once but can you continue to make it laugh again... and keep him laughing.

Kim Upsher - high school, first proper one, he had a major crush on her apparently.

Sue-Ann Carwell - Mainly to get back at Jellybean, he liked her & she could SAANG! I've heard the tapes.

Susan Moonsie - Shame about her, good wife material. Susan was Prince's girlfriend just out of high school & her parents apparently hated Prince because he was black & her momma is east indian but they came around once they realized Prince was rich & famous, Prince was pretty good to her back then, she was a real nice girl from the sound of it & sounds like she was one of the first to treat my pookie with some real care & affection. She was real beautiful too. He tried to get with Patrice Rushen (her & Susan looked alike to him) but she declined him. Now sad thing is that him getting with Susan really cooled his relations with Kim Upsher, his actual high school girlfriend, who used to be a cheerleader there & was real pretty too. He showed me old pictures. He actually put her in Purple Rain, she had a small part in it, as the waitress who served Morris/Apples champagne ("Whose paying for dis, Morris?") This story made me laugh; apparently back in the day, once Prince was real mad at Andre for something (& apparently Andre liked Kim too) so Prince went upstairs (he slept in Berna's basement at the time) & fucked Kim rawdog in Andre's bed, & made sure he knew about it by leaving her panties in there. COLD BLOODED!!  Another time Berna caught them skipping school & fucking on the couch in her front room & she whooped Prince's horny ass into next week.

Lisa Coleman - They fucked once or twice initially & he wrote a song about her, it's called Lisa & unreleased. 

Jill Jones - Somebody needs to sit her down and go over her options because i'm watching their shit fold out first hand. How many times is Prince is gonna have to keep fucking her over before she finally leaves for good? Her voice is off the chain & she's got a lot of talent but Prince & she are squandering it. I would help, but I feel that it's none of my affair, me and her don't really talk anyway. So apparently when they first met (through Teena Marie, who is the coolest bitch I have ever met) Prince used to firstly refuse to claim her in public which is usual for him. He also used to just grab her & fuck her in the men's toilets at First Avenue around Purple Rain and didn't care who knew/heard them. That shit right here made me feel ill as fuck because those bathrooms are disgusting & if you ever been in there you would know. Their cleaning crew is non existent. Now their currently working on her debut album due to be released in May, i'm hoping for the best because she's got one song called Mia Bocca, that shit is my jam! I mean he actually wrote the song for me last year while we were shooting Under The Cherry Moon due to my situation with Michael at the time. But she does the song way more justice, she has that voice for it. He's actually given her a few of the songs we wrote together during that time. Anyway she was in Purple Rain as Prince's last resort & apparently she tore up the script in the airplane, threw it every which ways & ran to the bathroom when she realized that Prince cut her part even MORE, her assistant had to go all over the plane getting the pieces back. Damn! During filming Prince was sweet as pie to her & straight after of course he did not even look at her twice. In fact, one day on the set of the movie she & Prince got into a shouting match over her costume she was meant to be wearing which was really a glorified hooker getup! Shame, cause she just wants the best for his stubborn ass, just like I do.

Vanity -   Vanity came on the scene like 1980 & she was originally there on invitation by Rick James until she decided she preferred Prince. Now, the story goes that they saw each other across the room & instantly got obsessed. Prince smooth talked & flirted with her, & then asked her to the bathrooms to swap coats. When he took his coat off, he had nothing on underneath! She must've seen something she liked, forreal, cause from that night him & Vanity was an item. Her stage name was originally gonna be Vagina (like Geena but with the V in front! This nigga!) but she said no, so then Prince picked Vanity because it's a girl's best friend apparently. OK.. so he told me that Vanity was from a messed up home & her daddy beat her too, hard childhood are something we all have in common. He also said she had a great sense of humor, & they would go to real fancy restaurants & secretly shoot at people with water-guns & then tried to stop their laughing when people kept looking around real confused, like the ceiling was leaking or some shit! It's crazy because me and him do the same thing, we always go places now and act like fucking children, we have to grow up one of these days I swear. Anyway Prince ended up pushing Susan down cause of this, she was originally gonna be the lead of the Vanity 6 project until Vanity came along. He said that once his assistant had to check in on him cause he hadn't been seen for a while! Turned out Prince & Vanity did not leave his house for days because they spent all that time just doing Prince's favorite things; recording, rehearsing & fucking non-stop! SO after all that I was wondering what happened between, apparently Prince got tired of Vanity cause she was a real firecracker, she would pop off on Prince & fuck other men in revenge for him cheating on her. Apparently she wanted to fuck Brownmark, she made the moves on him but Prince got her ass outta there. Haha, asshole. Vanity apparently developed her full blown coke habit later on after Prince, but she did have the occasional toot with Morris before Purple Rain & Prince was so mad about that shit, no wonder considering his views on drugs. That's probably another reason they broke up. Another side note: he once nearly fired Lisa & Fink on the spot for smoking weed on the 1999 tour!?  Pop Life was partly influence by all that drugs stuff, the line "What you putting in your nose?" & so on. And apparently on the 1999 Tour, Prince once banged Vanity so hard that she had his hand-shaped bruises on her hips, bad bruising on her inner thighs & hand-prints on her ass! She wore lingerie on the stage performing so they had to cover it up with make-up. Another time, his lighting guy Leroy Bennett overhead Vanity screaming for Prince to fuck her in the ass real late at night & APPARENTLY he noticed that Vanity was walking real funny that next day & he asked her if she was ok. She replied she was "feeling toooooo good!" Prince didn't escape either, he had to wear more color on his lips cause Vanity had a habit of biting, bruising/swelling his lips & scratching up his back & shoulders! My DAMN, he likes the wild chicks.

Apollonia -  Apparently he was never that into Apollonia, but for publicity sake they fucked even though she was with Van Halen at the time but when they was filming the sex scene that never made it into the movie (they was fucking missionary in the rain & it's dawn) they were actually completely naked & for REAL fucking on camera & a lot people on-set got real horny & shit. Why was that shit cut out?! Side note:  Wendy got drunk on the set once & grabbed Apple's titties as a joke & both Prince & Lisa were real upset but Doctor Fink was laughing his head off. Maybe though that is why Prince started docking/fining his band for drinking in public, Wendy in particular like he did in '86. Makes sense to me.

Susannah Melvoin - Full blown, long ass relationship, but I actually know how that went, not even worth the description.

Jackie Swanson - She's in the Raspberry Beret video, he wrote a song about her too, Palomino Pleasure Ride

Madonna - This one wasn't a shock at all, I guess he expected for me to be surprised. Apparently he performed a show after fucking her in a limo backstage & he used her panties onstage in Darling Nikki, sounds a lot like her and a lot like him.

Devin Devasquez -  He gave her an outfit, used to fly her out to shows and shit. Playboy model, again much expected.

Sherilyn Fenn - She is OBSESSED with him, the bitch still calls the house, much like a lot of his other jump offs. They met at a party or some shit, invited him to her and her girlfriend's table and they used to kick it and fuck.

Kirsten Scott Thomas - Hooked up on the Under The Cherry Moon set, i'm not an idiot, again much expected.

Ophelie Winters - Oh boy do they have some picture and he produced an album for her too

Sheila E. - I'M NOT A FUCKING IDIOT, me and her talk quite a bit and we're cool but I feel like she's a little more distant these days because you know a woman can tell when another woman has had her man by the way she looks at him and i guess she can feels that I know or something, I don't know. So it was at an after party and I remember seeing Prince run off somewhere and I wanted to see where he was going obviously. Prince was at Sheila's ride and she was leaving & my eyeballs damn near fell out my skull when her hand just shot out, grabbed his dick & damn near fondled him! He said something, they laughed & left together. He came back in the hotel room in the morning looking mighty happy with himself so I assumed they did the do. I remember being mad about that one.

Maneca Lightner - she's on the cover of the Madhouse album, big tits, again much expected of him.

Sheena Easton - He once chased her naked ass around the studio, whilst writing songs for her as well.

Carole King - Causal fucking, apparently too smart & loudmouth for his taste , but then again so am I.

Cat Glover - He hasn't said anything about her but it's only a matter of fucking time man. I'm just preparing myself and my alibi for this one.

Tatiana Thumbtzen - Her name sounded real familiar, Hannah's mentioned her once or twice I believe, i've yet to meet her. Apparently her and Vanity are friends or were friends or something, and I damn near pissed my pants when he told me that he once jizzed in her eye and his assistant had to take her to the emergency room.

Now add on all the random non-famous hook up's & Prince's list runs into 00's, even 000's possibly, my baby's got game. A sleazy one, but you have to atleast respect it.

Those moments when he wasn't letting me in on his colorful sex life, he would just burst out random tidbits while we were sitting on the balcony.

For instance he told me that, before filming that 'Computer Blue' segment, he ran & lifted weights in the 20 below freezing weather to make himself sweat. Apparently one of the extras came up to him after/in-between sets & just literally fucking licked his back. Big Chick ended up tossing her into the snow, some call her crazy, I call that bitch badass.

Another thing that stole my fucking soul, apparently at the '86 American Music Awards. Prince & Susannah had a big fight that night so he didn't bring her. I was mad at him around this time so I guess I wasn't checking for him that hard but apparently Prince was being followed backstage by DIANA ROSS & she was flirting hard with him, touching him & she kissed him! RIGHT on the corner of his mouth! BUT Prince flirted back!! At one point, apparently he had his hands around her waist & he was whispering something real nice & juicy in her ears too cause she was blushing & giggling real hard, & THIS WAS ALL RIGHT BEFORE SHE INTRODUCED US, so when I walked towards the podium while they were hugging, he kissed her on the cheek, and apparently she pinched his ass!! He was laughing about it after! My damn, I didn't even know what to think about it, I could have sworn Diana was team Mike. I keep telling people she's a hoe.

Oh and yesterday we were in the bathroom, getting ready to go out to the club and it's actually funny thinking about the fact that we were BOTH doing our makeup but anyway Rick James came on the radio and I turned it up, because Mary Jane is my shit but I ended up turning it down due to Prince dishing out some info regarding his beef with Rick James. Firstly, Prince hated how Rick treated women physically first of all, cause you already know his experiences of violence & abuse in his family. Second, Prince didn't really sweat Rick, not musically. Prince used to be (& still is) real quiet around men, especially ones like Rick cause he would ALWAYS get the shit ripped out of him for being a shortie/feminine/weird like I said already & Rick took every opportunity to do that which made Prince hate him & avoid him. Prince would come out in little bikini drawers & wiggle his ass & dick! Women liked it so Prince never gave a fuuuuck. He also mistook the silence & withdrawal for Prince being arrogant (he is, but not like that haha), Rick used to drink & drug mainly & focus on the music second as well which bugged Prince so much that he vowed to outdo Rick in performances/success & he surely did, look at my baby now. Rick said in interviews that Prince's success really bothered him & this is a quote I found: "I always felt our competition was healthy, although I was jealous when he started getting big, more than jealous, I was pissed.. because I felt his songs & a lot of his stuff wasn't real." One time, Rick stole Prince's synthesizers (which he all programmed himself, barely anyone could do it to that standard at the time) & recorded Street Songs with them. Rick then sent them back to Prince with a thank you note. Prince just shrugged his shoulder & ignored it although he could of called Rick out for it. I know my petty ass would've. So, I think that he hated Prince cause he was trying to take his place & ignored him instead of confronting/responding & for trying to steal his show. Also, I think he hated that Prince was well liked, especially when Prince & Teena Marie became buddies & also when Jill Jones joined the purple camp too and I think stealing Vanity & forming Vanity 6 was the last straw! 

I scoffed. "That's bullshit, vegetables are."

He held out two turtlenecks in front of me, one light blue the other tangerine. "Aw come on, fruits are the porn stars of food."

I pointed to the light blue. "They are not, what about eggplants."

He put his finger up, correcting me. "Actually, eggplants are classified as berries and they look like dicks."

"Ok.." I crossed my arms. "Apples."

"Asses"

I cut my eyes. "......Avocados."

"The word Avocado comes from an Aztec word that means testicle and I mean." he shrugged, chuckling. "have you seen those things?"

He held his hand out and I handed him his body oil. "Bananas."

He snickered. "The quintessential erotic fruit."

"Yeah..." I nodded, zoning out. "Yeah you can't eat those without looking sexual.....Oh well cantaloupe."

"Melon balls are not the most erotic thing you can do with a cantaloupe. Not by a long shot..."

"Cherries."

He paused, raising his brow at me in the mirror. "Do you really wanna go there with me?"

I groaned. "Fine, coconuts."

"Balls...and their filled with sperm."

I cringed, handing him his cologne. "Thanks for ruining something else for me ass wipe."

He smacked his teeth. "Oh please what else have I ruined for you?"

"Remember when you told me how milk was made?"

He paused, holding cologne to his neck. "Oh yeah when I told you about how all forms of dairy farming involve forcibly impregnating cows."

I cringed, a chill going down my spine. "Thank God i'm lactose intolerant."

He cut his eyes at me. "But you still eat icecream and blow up the bathroom."

"That's my right as an American citizen," I flipped my hair over my shoulder. "the pursuit of happiness."

"What about mine!? I'm the one thats gotta go in there."

I threw my head back and howled. "Ha!" I gasped, a fruit popping into my head. "Fig."

"Pussy."

"Cucumber."

"Dick."

I handed him his deodorant. "Grapes."

"Balls."

"Guavas."

"Ass."

"Honeydew Melons."

He snorted. "Pussy."

"Kiwi."

A sly smile came across his face. "Goood pussy."

I rolled my eyes, twisting my lips trying to smile. "Kumquats."

He snickered. "Come on now."

"Lemons"

"Nipples."

I threw my hands in the air. "How in the hell?"

"The ends of them look like nipples."

I scoffed at his answer. "Oranges."

"See once you peel back the-" he was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. "One's here."

I pecked him on the lips before jogging down the stairs to answer the door.

"Hey girl!" I smiled, welcoming Liliana into our home. I pulled her inside and closed the door behind her.  "We can just set up in the dining room."

I have a residency show at the Roseland Ballroom, I leave in 3 days so we can get atleast a 3 days of stage rehearsal time. It's called 4 Intimate Nights With Moonlight. I decided that inbetween songs I wanted poetry segues throughout the show. I had this whole awesome visual in my head and if the show goes to how it is in my head then, it's gonna be amazing.

She nodded, looking around a tad bit distracted "Alright."

I creased my brows, chuckling. "You alright?"

She snapped back into it. "Yeah.."

I patted her shoulder, in reassurance. I figured she was worried about the animals we have. "Oh girl, we only have 6 cats." Prince finally came around to letting me bring my animals around, they're still kittens so they roam and get into shit they shouldn't. It's like our test run with children. "Wait, 7...Prince got one recently..he named her Scarlet." I put my hands up in surrender. "Don't ask me why he chose that name." 

She chuckled. "Ok."

I pointed past the livingroom. "Right that way."

As she found her way, I jogged back upstairs into the bedroom, nearly tripping on the top stair and dying in the process but I got there. I saw Prince getting ready in the mirror, putting on his makeup like the pro he was. Prince did most his make-up himself. Yes and he is amazing at it.. In fact, he used to do Lisa, Wendy, Vanity, Brenda & Susan's makeup a lot, you could tell cause it would be the exact same as his sometimes. He uses Bobbi Brown foundation in 2 different shades. He has his assistants buying that shit all the time, he runs out super quick. He also sends people to get him these real sharp, extra dark kohl sticks from the East Indian beauty shops to line his eyes, I think Susan Moonsie turned him on to those, they made his eyes pop. He also uses matches, once he lite one, blew it out & used it to smoke up my eyes for a gig we did with Lionel Richie back in 86'. On his lips, he has this one Maxfactor lip-stain thing he uses on himself & EVERYONE else, it's this real pale pink shade, close to his own lip color.

I checked myself  in the full body mirror in the bedroom, my eyes focused in on the several purple marks on my neck and collar bone.

I shot my hand to my neck. "Aw damn..." I gasped quietly. "What if she saw them!?"

"Saw what?" Prince yelled from the bathroom. I ran in and immediately started searching the counter for makeup sponges.

He chuckled, rimming his waterline with eyeliner. "What are you doing?"

I ignored him briefly, as went through my brief panic before finally sighing in relief as I started to pat foundation on my neck.

He smiled at me through the mirror, causing a smile to spread on mine. 

"What?"

He shook his head nothing. "Nothing, you just look cute today."

I beamed. "Thanks baby..." I directed my attention his way, watching him put on his mascara. "Where are you going today?" 

He paused. "What I can't just look good for you?"

I rolled my eyes, turning my attention back to myself mirror. "Shutup asshole."

He exhaled, tossing his dirty makeup sponged in the trash. "Rehearsal as usual, where else do I go?"

"Down" I snickered, playing the air drums. "Ba da tss."

His face dropped and he pointed to the door. "Leave."

I pressed my lips together trying not to laugh, holding out my hands "But-"

He shook his head, a few giggles slipping out. "Nah uh."

I sent my fist into his arm and took off running down the stairs before he could catch me. I glanced at him at the top of the stairs, mouthing threats to me. I stuck my tongue out at him and taunted him like the little asshole I am. 

I found Liliana in the dining room with papers spread out over the table. She smiled, eager and ready to get to work  and as soon as Prince walked out the door, the rest of my production staff filed into the house. We started going through her poetry and seeing which of the poems I connected with in anyway emotionally, and trying to see how that would effect the flow of the show, which we don't even have a concise setlist for.

We've pushed couches out the way in order to have room to dance. I retuned the piano, the house is practically a rehearsal hall right now.

I looked up toward the full and busy table, I wish more people saw the work behind the scenes, maybe they'd be more appreciative. "Bebe, what key is Focus in because we were doing a move and y'know were only doing the single chorus the second time around or should we change tha-"

"How many dancers do we have Jas?" Frank asked, holding up his pen.

I paused to think for a second. "I don't know yet, I don't know if i'm using 5 for Side to Side and 5 Someday or..." I paused to yawn. " or what"

I peeled off my glasses, trying to give my eyes a break. I was trying to multi-task read poetry and be apart of the group discussion on the music.

"Something wrong?" Liliana asked as if she was on thin ice, you could look in her eyes and tell that she was tired. She's not used to this yet.

I blew, propping my chin up on my hand. "I'm just not feelin' any of these."

Her eyes widened as if I'd stabbed her. 

"It's not that you're poetry is bad." i repositioned my glassed back on my face. "It just doesn't fit."

I leaned back in the chair, tapping my chin in thought, mumbling to myself. "I'm missing something, I know I am..." I started talking outloud. "I doesn't match the music, the music is bright and happy, well not super bright and happy, but the poetry is too......it's too damn depressing."

She dropped her head. "I get that a lot...."

I tapped my pen on the table, consumed in my thoughts. "It's waaay too much juxtaposition....or maybe that's a good thing, maybe it's like an inner voice talking to me or something."

I tossed the notebook back on the table and went to take a seat on the couch, part of my crew was in here setting up the film. We rehearsed on the stage last week and flew back here, so pull ends together. 

I tapped my foot restlessly, as I analyzed every part of the performance, from myself, to the lighting, to the instrumentation, the choreography. The TV faded to black and everyone just sat there.

"Did y'all tape the whole performance or did yall just do that song?" 

"We did it more of a stop and start way."

I leaned on the arm of the sofa, propping my chin on my fist. "Ok, can I see the next one."

If it's over

If it's over

Baby if it's over

Won't you let me know

I ran my hand over my tired eyes. "Next song."

By the time we finished film I realized that I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. We literally went out there for nothing, the lighting is horrible. Somebody's getting fired.

I shook my head is disapproval. "I think it looks really messy."

"I-I mean it is early..y'know early time for the lighting guys still in-"

"Ok so should I wait before I have notes, cause I have a million." I glanced up at him, biting his fingernails. "I just don't wanna give them prematurely and.." I gestured to the screen. "It's not done yet."

They all they started to converse, outloud. Everyone talking at once doesn't work with me. I can't heart shit you're saying. So I decided to talk over them and just vent. 

"IN GENERAL...the set looks really fake, it-it just uhm..it just doesn't make sense to me. The whole purpose of the set it the background and the floor and the instruments, everything is supposed to be white. But the way y'all are lighting it. It doesn't matter because you can't tell what the set it doin' because of this red and purple light."

Everyone got quiet, a little tension grew in the air around us. I could still here the others going in the dining room. The front door opened and I knew it was Prince, I groaned internally, I was irritated and I didn't wanna be bothered right now.  

"All white"

"Yeah so we'll go all white."

I rolled my eyes as the group all started to latch on to one person's idea and repeat it. 

"Ok..." I adverted my attention back to the screen, analyzing the stage. "I mean I said that yesterday."

I hopped up off the couch and walked back towards the diningroom, I looked straight ahead trying not to make conversation with him right now.

However, he's a persistent little man by the time I sat in my seat, there he was, right by my fucking side.

"I missed you." he moved in to kiss me but I moved my head off to the side, my eyes focused in on a setlist.

"What I do?""

"Not now, i'm busy" I picked up her other poetry and started in on it. I was a little irritated at the fact that Prince was still standing right here, breathing down my fucking neck while I was trying to work. He kept trying to nuzzle his head into my neck and it just irritated me further and further and further.

I groaned, pushing him off "Stop."

My Love.

You're with me when I can't comprehend the darkness of my soul.

You're by my side and you show me that it's alright to feel this way.

They think i'm heartless and that I show no pity.

But they've never bothered to peel the layers of my skin.

I block out the world with you're voice.

The music sings what I can't say.

If only they knew I felt this way.

I glanced up and noticed Liliana and she was looking up in my direction, out of curiosity I glanced up at Prince and he was looking over in her direction.

That's cool, in front of my fucking face, while i'm stressed out and working. OK, cool. I watched them have an eye conversation, wondering when in the hell they became so comfortable with each other. I rolled my eyes at the very thought of Prince somehow smooth talking her while I wasn't here. He's such a fucking flirt sometimes. As soon as I heard that little giggle slip out of her mouth, I shot up, causing them to jump a little and  made my way to the kitchen.

I tossed the notebook onto the counter and pulled some juice from the fridge and slammed it on the counter way more aggressive than I needed too. I rumbled through the cabinets, making a shit ton of noise in the process.

Prince strutted in with a smug smile on his face, he wrapped his arms around my waist. I let him keep his hands there until I poured my just then I gripped his wrists and pryed off me.

He scrunched his face up. "What's your problem?"

"I'm stressed." 

"Well I know a way to cheer you up..."

I rolled my eyes, waiting to be amused but I was hit by Prince's lips with a deep kiss, a longing kiss. I damn near dropped my cup, I had to set it behind me on the counter. 

"I missed you." he whispered lowly through our kisses. I felt it hand palm and grip my ass. God I forgot my name for a minute. 

"How much did you miss me?" I challenged him, he pulled back glaring me deep in my eyes. 

"Come upstairs and I can show you."

"I have to work." He held my chin in his fingetips, running his thumb over my lips, to my chin and back. He dipped his head in for another kiss, slow, meticulous, and final. He held his position for a minute, his lips just a millimeter away from mine. 

"I invited my exes to the released party." he whispered against my lips.

My eyes flew open. "You what!?"

"Well isn't that what you wanted, y'know for me to be upfront and honest with you."

I creased my brows at him, completely thrown off. "What the fuck does inviting them have to do with upfront and honest."

"Ok so what happened to.." his voice went high imitating mine. "You're not telling me whole truths you're telling me halfs."

I looked off to the side, shaking my head. "You're a fucking idiot."

"No, this way. If you wanna talk to them you can, you can get all the details you want front them, it's perfect. That way they'll be nothing left to the imagination."

I searched his face, just to see if he was joking but he looked like he was dead serious.

"No! no! no! Prince you can't invite all your exes to the release party. That's a stupid idea."

He contorted his face, confused. "What?"

"It's a stupid idea! You're a stupid man!" I rolled up Liliana's notebook that was on the counter, and started beating him harder and harder with every word. "A stupid, stupid man!"

"Ow, you're hurting me! Stop it, stop it, Jasmyn!" 

He shielded his head as I beat him down to the ground with every ounce of frustration, I had in my body. I was mad about the stage lights, the lack of a concise setlist, Prince being a flirting asshole, these bitches not knowing what key Focus is in, and not THIS.

"No! I'm so sick of your crap. Why do you always do these stupid things! And why do you always announce them to me before you do them! Are you trying to get a rise out of me?! Are you happy now! Is this what you want!"

Prince rolled around on the ground, trying to protect himself and dodge the shots. "No, no, it's not what I want! It's not what I want. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

I dropped the notebook and stepped back, lacing my fingers in my hair trying to calm myself down. "You know what...I just need to step away from this..just ugggghhh!"

I stomped off, ignoring everyone trying to bog me down with questions and up the stairs. I slammed the bathroom door behind me and locked it. I slid down to the floor and pulled my knees to my chest. I just felt like it was an overload going on in my head.

A few moments later I heard footsteps enter the bedroom. 

"Jas..."

"Go away Prince."

"Are you ma-"

"Very."

"Do you need some time t-"

"Yes."

"I'll be out here when you come out..."

"I'll be sure not to come out then."

There was a brief silence. "Please don't say that."

I groaned. "Why not?"

"You know why."

The seriousness in his voice made me feel bad, I leaned my head against the door a little too hard and winced at the slight pain. I closed my eyes just to rested a little bit, I just needed to get away for a few minutes.