I was sitting on the stool in the booth, trying to finish a song. It's called Emotions. Prince inspired of course. It might be the title track. I don't know yet.

When I start recording, I have no clue what my album is gonna sound like. I always have an idea but it never turns out that way. At this point in my life, i'm just so sick of pop music. I'm so sick of making a track just to get it played in a disco tech somewhere. I miss the soul. What I sung in the tub when I was little. The Etta James, the Stevie Wonder, the James Brown, my all time idol Minnie Riperton. At this point in my career I feel like i'm doing way too much. I feel like i've become so commercially successful that it's still not enough for people. It's very stressful to keep up with that, having to compete with everyone plus yourself. When art becomes competition, it becomes self destructive. I didn't get in the music business to be a star. I wanted to express myself. But It's like the further you get to the top to more pressure you feel. It's almost crippling. You feel as though you can't express yourself, for fear that people won't like it. Worrying album sales and chart placing, tours,publishing, endorsements, promotion, and especially the media. It forms a creative plug on your soul.

I don't wanna have to sing about the same thing for the rest of my career just to stay at the top. You can't mature that way, especially for me as a young woman. I wanna sing about how much I hate myself that day, if that's how I feel. I wanna sing about heartbreak and depression if that's how I feel. I'm not happy all time and you can't write happy if you aren't. I don't show many emotions that's why the world has this 'her life is perfect' perception of me. I hurt real bad. I'm damaged. I don't have a writing team like other artist. When Jasmyn sings, it's because Jasmyn wrote it.

So I feel as though it's time for me to step up and take control of my future so I set a goal. And that goal was creative independence. So I fired my manager yesterday and I now manage myself.

Superstar Jasmyn has once again rearranged her management and this time she got rid of it.

Jasmyn has broken up with her newly hired manager and the young pop diva has decided to manage herself

I feel pretty empty because of the simple fact that my relationships with people always go sour at some point. I'm not gonna lie i'm pretty fragile because of it. Letting people in just so they can take advantage of you and ruin you can take an emotional toll on you. It fucks with your mental state. I was never close to this manager so atleast I left him on a good note.

My family life was rough, arguments and fights every. single. day. Backstabbing, cheating, lying, and plenty of violence. My very soul is tarnished because of it, I know it is. But I don't know what to do about it. That's just who I am and it's who i've always been. I felt like it was time to move on and just work by myself because at the end of the day. That's the only person I can really depend on. And I don't care if I don't sell one record because of it. It's bigger than the record, it's bigger than my career.

The biggest reason I decided it was time for me to mange myself is because at some point in your life you need your support system. My support system was and has been me. My mother has been my rock but sometimes she was so enthralled with my father she forgot about me. So I had to be the one to mentally keep myself together.

I sighed and started erasing because at some point in my thinking. I started to write out what I was thinking and drew a few pictures that would have some psychologist worried. I hated when I was alone because I always ended up digging into my psyche and that was a scary place to be. Everytime I pour my soul out to someone they, they being the very few people I confide in, tell me I need physic evaluation. So I just stopped being intimate with people. That is until I met Prince. I haven't old him everything but I know he hasn't told me everything either. I feel as though we're both messed up people and that's why we click. Or no one else will deal with our shit so all we have is each other.

If Prince was here I wouldn't be going through this. We usually talk on the phone late as hell at night but he hasn't called me. We've both been so busy that we can't even find a free day to see each other let alone talk on the phone. I'm in the studio and Prince is on tour. I have yet to go to a show and the reviews say it's the best tour Prince has ever done

I peaked over at the clock.

2:00

I decided I had been here long enough and it was time to go home so I took my headphones off and hooked them back over the mic and hopped off the stool. I grabbed my bag, which was full of an unusually unhealthy amount of snacks. I'm a pretty healthy person and I eat a lot of healthy things. So since their good for you why not eat a pound of it a day. 

I walked out the booth and turned off the boards, pushed in the chairs. Just making sure everything looked the same way it did as when I came in.

I turned off the lights and closed the door behind me.

"Hi!"

I screamed and my hand flew to my chest to slow down my heart from the borderline heart-attack speed.

"You act like I scared your or something."

I cut my eyes at the all too familiar tone. "Prince!!" I was so excited to see him but I didn't know whether to be happy that he was here or pissed off at the fact that he scared me so bad he knows i'm jumpy.

I punched him in the chest. "You scared the fuck out of me."

He shot his hand to his chest and put his other hand up guarding himself. "Ow I missed you too."

I pulled him into an embrace by his tie. "Boy come here." I wrapped my arms around him, immediately being washed in his hypnotic scent. I missed this man. This irritating and sexy man.

I turned my head so that I was face first in his shirt, taking in his warmness that I was missing like crazy. "I missed you." I muffled into his shirt.

"I missed you too." he cooed and kissed the top of my head. I looked up at him to meet his gaze. He was looking down at me with a smile on his face, and he leaned in and kissed me right on my eye.

I scrunched my eye and pouted. He kissed my pouted lips and then on the tip of my nose.

"Alright let's go." He grabbed my hand and pulled me before I could question.

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere, I want you to see something."

I rolled my eyes, at his ambiguous answer. "Why are you so vague?"

He shrugged. "Cause it's fun."

"Well can you atleast give me a hint?"

"Then that would take the fun out of it."

"I swear your a pain in the ass sometimes."

"Aren't I?" I couldn't see his face but I know he had that smug smirk plastered across it.

The entire drive I kept asking question but again he kept dodging me. I saw we pulled up behind and airport and my eyes widened at the sight of us pulling up to his private jet.

"The fuck are we doin' here?"

"We have to fly to get there." I stared at him, amazed at the fact that he thought this was normal. He smiled and grabbed my hand an led me out and up the stairs into the plane. I was more amazed at myself for following him.

The intercom came on and the pilot spoke to us when we settled into our seats. "Buckle your seatbelts we have a three hour flight to Minnesota."

"Minnesota!!"

Prince ran his palm down his face. "I told him don't say anything."

"It's 2:30 in the morning. Why are we flying out to Minnesota?" I waved my hands in the air in irritation. He grabbed my wrists and pulled my arms down, kissing the back of both my hands.

"Ok calm down."

"Don't tell me to calm down. You just extended my vexation."

"Vexation?"

I snatched my arms and crossed them in a huff. "I don't know I heard it on TV one day."

He grabbed my head and leaned it in and kissed the top of it. "I told you already, I wanted you to see something now sit down and enjoy the ride."

I scowled at him and he purse his lips at me. Sometimes I wanna ring him by his throat. I rolled my eyes and turned to the window and it remained quiet between us for a while, all that was heard was the muffling of the air shooting by.

"I was raised a Seventh-day Adventist." Prince blurted out of nowhere. I turned away from the window to look at him, a little confused. He was looking down, fiddling with his fingers.

A little smile twinged at his lip. "Your turn."

I couldn't help the smile. "I'm scared of the dark."

"I know." he laughed, a little too hard.

I frowned. "It's not funny."

"Well.." he squeaked out, he glanced over at me and caught my unamused facial. He placed his hand on my thigh and gave it a squeeze.

"I'm sorry i'm sorry." He chuckled, to get the last little bit of his laughs out. "My favorite color is brown."

I scrunched up my face. "I thought your favorite color was purple."

He shrugged, curling his top lip. "Sometimes...wanna know why it's brown?"

"Yeah I do actually."

"It's because your eyes are brown."

I blushed and put my hands over my mouth to cover my wide smile. "Stop."

"What." He cooed, trying to pull my hands from my face.

"Stop it! Your so irritating."

"I know I am but what are you." He chanted in this insanely high voice that he always does when he gets playful. He's irritating but you gotta love him. It was like that the entire flight. Both of us telling each other random facts about each other. I found out that he his favorite superhero was batman. I told him that superman could whoop is ass anytime of the week and then started the long drawn out debate of Superman vs Batman.  I told him that they should really make a movie about that or something. He joked that we should do the soundtrack. I would do the Superman and he would do the Batman. Well it started off as a joke but then it slowly got serious and we started listing off track, costumes and video concepts.

At the airport and we were met by another one of his drivers and we're taken about 25 minutes outside of Minneapolis to Chanhassen. It is probably the whitest part of Minnesota.

We got out and started walking around this is construction site. I dropped my jaw as we passed signs that said 'Danger: Construction Site: Keep Out' and 'Unauthorized Person's Keep Out'

"What is this? What are we doing?" I squealed as I felt myself about to fall and I reached for Prince's hand and just in time he grab my hand to steady me.

"Maybe if you let go of the chips you'd walk steady."

I cut my eyes at him. "When hell freezes over."

"Aren't you cute."

"Aren't I?" I mocked his tone from earlier. I stepped over another mound of dirt trying to follow Prince. I looked up and I saw it was the skeleton of a some sort of unfinished building. He seemed a little to clean to be trudging through dirt.

"What is this? What are we doing?" I asked, one again.

"You've asked that eight times now."

"And I'll ask until I get an answer."

He ignored me and kept trudging ahead, hopping and dodging piles and puddles. I think Prince is magic sometimes.

The soreness in my feet that I was trying to ignore, suddenly became impossible to disregard. I started to slow down.

"Speed up."

"Prince my feet hurt." I whined.

"Stop being such a punk."

"Man my fuckin' feet hurt." I grumbled under my breathe as I plodded behind him.

He let go of my hand and ran to peak over the corner for before signaling me to come back with him.

"Nigga you trippin'" I trekked over to follow him, damn near breaking my neck on a pipe that was sticking out the ground. Worst of all I dropped my chips in the process.

"Prince!!" I croaked out and pointed down to the ground.

"Jasmyn...Jasmyn..." He squinted to get a closer look at me. "Are you crying over a bag of chips."

"I didn't get to finish them."

"If you don't bring yo' ass on." I blew a kiss to my now ruined bag of chips and continued my trek to Prince. I didn't even want to look at my feet but I know that I have completely ruined these boots. My poor Chanel boots. I saw he had stopped over by an ice machine.

I threw my hands up. "What the fuck are we doing?"

He beckoned me with his arms out. "Come here."

"Please count your blessing because if you weren't cute I wouldn't be here."

"If your ass wasn't fat I wouldn't have brought you."

"Seems fair." I nodded.

"Alright now come on." I jumped into his arms and he lifted me up onto the ice machine. I felt the pain in my feet momentarily subside.

"This is your break, you have ten minutes."

"Oh that's good." I dug into my bag and pulled out a bag of popcorn.

"Are you fuckin' serious."

"Yes." I opened the bag and dug my hand in. "I am!"

"Your eating habits are unhealthy."

"Atleast I eat lil' nigga." I mumbled under my breath.

"What was that?"

"You heard me bitch."

"I ain't gonna be too many more bitches." He started pacing circles, humming something under his breathe.

"Whatever....." I rolled my eyes and placed a mouth full of popcorn in my mouth. "Bitch."

He stopped mid pacing and shot a evil look at me. "What was that?"

"I said itch. I got a itch. This ice machine dirty, I need to shower. That's all-that's all I was sayin'" He nodded and continued to walk his circle.

"So what is this place?"

"This is Paisley Park...well it will be Paisley Park once they finish. They had to build it from the ground up so it'll take a while."

"Wow" I looked around in awe, nodding my head. "What's Paisley Park? Like the song. Dude I loved that song." I started swaying back and forth as I hummed it to myself. "There is a park that is known for the face it attracts. Colorful people whose hair on one side is swept back." I sang.

"Somethin' like that I guess."

"What's gonna be here."

"It's gonna be a recording complex." He pointed into the distance. " Over there two state-of-the-art recording studios. Right there a 12,400 square foot sound stage. Next to that a rehearsal room, a performance area. Maybe a few common areas and a few other rooms for making costumes and other things I might need. Maybe a few rooms so I could sleep here."

"How many square feet?"

"55,000"

I nodded, thoroughly impressed

"That's awesome like Graceland?"

"No." he said plainly. He stopped pacing and tucked his hands into his pockets. "Everyone thinks i'm crazy for building it, even my band members. But you don't, your the only one who doesn't think i'm crazy."

I squinted, a little confused. "But you think i'm crazy."

"I actually don't. I think your just damaged."

"You think i'm damaged?"

"There's a lot of hurt behind those eyes of yours. They tell your story, more than anything your mouth would say, more than anything you've ever told me."

I tucked my popcorn back into my bag. "You know my grandma tells me the same thing." I smiled to myself. "When I turned 18 she told me the higher I build walls around my heart, the harder i'm gonna fall when someone tears them down. She gets philosophical like that sometimes." I shrugged.

"The wisest people do."

"I guess so....so do you come here a lot?"

"Not really. Usually I come by myself. Just to think. Sometimes when I don't really know what my next move is gonna be....your the first person I brought."

"I'm honored." I smiled triumphantly, flipped my hair out my face dramatically.

"I don't trust a lot of people I guess." He walked over and propped his elbows on my thighs.

"Sounds like your damaged."

He scrunched his face and titled his head to the side a little. "I am." He kissed my knee and rubbed his thumb over it.

"I am."