October 17, 1986

I adjusted the camera on the counter so it was sitting up. "Ok I think we're good."

I sat back and pulled my hair back with one of Prince's hair ties. I came back last night from Europe because I missed my baby. Yes, finally after all the pain and suffering we are together. We are officially a couple, not publicly of course. I refuse to let the media get a hold of and ruin this relationship.

I was clad in a his black silk pajama. He was fully dressed to the 9s, smelling heavenly and carrying on with his regal air as per usual. Given that he's out the bed by 8:00 everyday, which is unheard of in Rock n' Roll but I digress.

"Why are you recording this anyway?"

"Because sometimes a memory isn't enough, you need a souvenir."

I glanced out the corner of my eye to see if he realized who I was quoting and he definitely did, a little smile tugged at his lips because of it.

"Ok." I sat down and gave him a thumbs up, signaling him to start.

"Well you gotta set it up. I'm like your special guest."

I scrunched my face up and glared at him briefly.

"Hi guys!!" I waved to the camera. I opened my mouth to speak, however I was interrupted by the obnoxious laughter from his purple asshole.

"What?"

"Hi guuuys!!" he mocked me, in an overly exaggerated high voice like he always does.

"I don't sound the like that!"

I watched him as his laughter died down and transformed into a cackle, I was acting quite unamused but I was. I bit my lip trying to fight off my giggles.

"You done?"

He pinched my cheek. "You sound like Dolly Parton from Southside."

"Oh I know you ain't talkin' shit, soundin' like Elmer Fudd from Oakland."

"Shutup." he chuckled and brushed under my nose with a powder brush.

"Anyway." I clapped getting back to the camera and off the tangent we had somehow skewed off into. "This is my boyfriend Prince and um he's gonna be doing my makeup today."

He peaked his head into the camera focus and kissed my cheek. "Amazingly might I add."

I smiled watching him open all the palettes. He was cutting his eyes over the counter, analyzing everything to the last detail. He started opening some of his own makeup as if all mine wasn't enough. I shook my head at him. He's so extra.

"He's been talkin' all this shit on the phone as if he actually knows how to do makeup so." I teased rolling my eyes, knowing it would get to him.

He clapped and exhaled rubbing his hands together. "Before we jump into this, you bitches might wanna take out a notepad because we're gonna cover some in depth stuff."

"Oh my God" I mumbled.

"I like to move fast so if you can't keep up, get out the studio." he dropped his face into a serious look.

I rolled my eyes. "Boy."

"Ok." he clapped once again. "Normally when I'm sitting with my clients I like to uh-"

"What clients?" I giggled.

"My makeup cliental boo come on now" he gently swiped his fingers under my chin.

"You have makeup clients?"

"I have makeup clients babe."

As he was monologuing to the camera, I looked over and my eyes locked on my bag of pita chips. I was kind of hungry, not really but I could eat.

I got up and stretched my arms back, yawning before walking back into the bedroom.

"Where you going?"

"To get my chips off the bed lil' boy."

"Your shorter than me..."

"By 2 inches." I reminded him as took my seat back in the bathroom.

"You can't eat while I do your makeup."

"Is that a rule, I've never heard it." I dug in bag and plopped one into my mouth. He snatched the bag from me and tossed it back into the room. I turned in my chair and watched it land perfectly in a chair by the bed.

I whipped back around, cut my eyes at him. "You got lucky."

"Did I or am I just that good."

I was actually lost for words, like the time we were at the basketball goal outside playing 21 and he made a shot sitting down on the hood of the car.

I snapped out my trance when I saw Prince shake his left leg and then his right and he straddled my lap.

"Hey you-"

"Why?....why are you doing this? Is this necessary?"

He shrugged. "I like giving my clients more....intimate experiences."

I pursed my lips to get a kiss from him but he didn't give me one. I frowned.

"I don't mix business with pleasure, it's unprofessional."

"You are THE LAST one to say that because you fucked-" I couldn't finish because Prince's little hand was over my mouth.

"What was that mama...." he pressed his ear to his hand. "I can't hear you."

I pulled his hand off my mouth, which took the strength of both my hands. "Your an awful person."

He kissed me on the nose and then clapped in my face again, the smug bastard. "Here we go." He reached over and waved his hand over the makeup like he was looking for something. "This isn't my makeup kit you know, this is a little uh....this is a little basic but whatever."

"Talks the most shit with the prettiest lips."

"Thanks babe.." A small smile appeared on his lips. "Doing makeup is a lot like making a song, and you always have to start off with a good baseline." He picked up the foundation but he kept looking around the counter. "Babe where's the primer?"

"Did you want a primer? I didn't put a primer out, but I can go get one."

He slammed the foundation on the counter, not hard enough to break it. If he did I would've killed him. "You didn't put a primer out?!"

"No." I giggled. "Do you want one?"

"How am I supposed to do your makeup if you ain't got a primer on? You gotta prime the face before you put on the cake.....and start to bake."

I threw my head back in laughter at his little outburst, being with him is like being in I Love Lucy, expect the x-rated version.

"I can't get up until you get off me."

"Don't move I'll get it." He got up and reached in through a drawer and pulled out a bottle before taking his seat back on my lap. You would think that he's light but he's not, he's kind of heavy. He's got a lot of muscle in his little body.

"I'm sorry." he told the camera as he opened the bottle and squeezed a little into his fingers. "This is not how I like to work. I usually have...a couple of assistants. You know this is....kind of embarrassing." He rubbed his finger tips together and started to smooth the product into my skin.

I stuck my tongue out at him. "I normally don't wear primer."

"But you should."

I rolled my eyes at him, he's so bossy always telling me what to do.

"Now.." he picked up my foundation and started to shake it. "We're gonna start off with this...it's called Nearly Nekkid."

I cut my eyes at him. "Naked." I corrected him.

"Yeah Nearly Nekkid..and." He poured some on the back of his hand and picked up my foundation brush. He scrunched his nose up at it then tossed it to the side. "No." He picked up a makeup sponge that he put out. "Your gonna take this nipple and your gonna-"

"A nipple?!?" He makes everything so sexual.

"Shh and your gonna just work it into the skin." He dotted the foundation all over my face, very lightly and buffed it into my skin. "So we got the baseline uh...now we're gonna add some percussion and that is." He snapped his fingers trying to think. "Contouring."

"Don't contour my nose, you know I hate that."  I reminded him. I hate it. Contouring your nose to me, is like conforming to the European beauty standard for a thin nose and I don't want to send that message to the little black girls around the world that look up to me. So I just leave my nose alone. 

"I know boo" He unscrewed the tops and set it on the counter. "So the outsides of your face are gonna be stupid dark and the insides of your face are gonna have to be stupid light. Your just gon' look like a damn cat."

He took a firm grip of my chin and turned my head to the side. I pouted my lips so he could see better.

"You ain't gotta pout boo boo I know where yo' jawline is." he smacked his teeth. "Poutin' n' shit, I know where it is."

"Ok." But I continued to pout because I didn't fully trust him with my face.

"Nah boo stop, look let me just do what I...what I make it do." He swiped the dark concealer on the my face. "Turn."

I turned my face and he drew another line in the side of my face.

"Now normally I would do the nose but I am working with a um...Nubian goddess right now and she ain't...she ain't with that shit so we move on to the highlight."

I poked my bottom lip out. "Awe, Nubian goddess..."

"Yeah baby... your my mini Oshun." He applied a lighter concealer under my nose, made a line up the center of my nose and in between my brows where he fanned it out, making three little lines.

"Oshun?" I asked as I watched him look over the counter for a brush.

He started to blend out everything, carefully watching every swipe he made."She's the river goddess of fertility and healing in Nigeria. Her husband is Shango who is the God of Storms. He was in great demand as a drummer and his dancing talents caused severe outbreaks of funkiness wherever he went. He was also quite the ladies man."

I was kind of caught off guard by his knowledge. "Really?"

"Yeah, that's how," He lifted my chin a little. "He nabbed Oshun. She couldn't resist his charms as much as she tried not to."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh really."

"Yeah baby, anyway during the slavery times her cult moved also to Middle and South-America. She was the goddess of love, sexuality, beauty and diplomacy. She's the owner of the sweet waters and with her sweetness, she overcame the most difficult tasks."

He grabbed the powder off the counter and started to dab it over my face where he saw fit. "She is the protector of the abdominal area and the teacher of pleasure and happiness. She is a great giver, but when she is angry, it is very difficult to calm her down. Oshun is one of the few native african goddesses whose name is recognized in the western society. She is honored by the Yoruba people of Nigeria primarily as a goddess of fresh water, an element that's important to any people."

He closed the compact and looked over his progress, turning my head side to side.

"How do you know all this?"

He shrugged and placed the powder to the side. "I like to read."

Interesting. My Prince fact of the day.

He picked up my highlighter, because he knew I liked to glow, radiate like the moonlight on the waters of Lake Minnetonka."Now I get questions about this all the time. Hey Prince, which brush should I use? Well I don't know about you guys but I like my brushes how I like my women. Thick! Ya'know able to take a beating." He held up a fan brush before he swiped the highlight over my cheeks, the bridge of my nose, my cupid's bow, and my chin.

"Stop it, you stop it right now Prince Rogers Nelson."

He threw his head back and laughed at my reaction to his dirtiness. "Don't put my government out there." he chuckled and dipped into my favorite makeup palette. It had all the cute pinky and brown shades. "Shit....I won't tell the camera what I do to you every night. Really what you do to me but that is neither here nor there."

"In my defense, you are very convincing."

He paused mid-stroke. "Convincing?!?you make me sounds like a pedophile."

l was laughing so hard I started crying.

He reached over and grabbed a tissue. "You know when you laugh like that it helps me know what you sound like when you cum."

"You so damn nasty." I blotted my eyes, with the tissue and handed it back to him. He tossed it into the trash and he continued to do my eye makeup.

"You were on the television when I was at a very crucial time in my life, it messed me up."

I snickered. "How?"

"First off your gorgeous."

"Your so complementary."

"The highest thing you can pay people is much greater than money, it's a compliment. You pay the most important things in your life the highest form of respect. My music and you."

I smiled, I didn't know what to say after that. I let his sweet words coat the air.

"Close your eyes baby." I did as he said because his voice got really deep and sexy as shit.

"So let's talk about music, I remember the first Prince song to make me cry, really it wasn't the words it was the guitar solo in Purple Rain. I was a puddle."

"Well Jasmyn if I cannot summon moisture from you then I'm not doing my job properly now am I."

I closed my eyes for a minute, I had to clue what to say after that. "Ummmm, ahhhh. I don't know what to say after that."

"Come on now don't be afraid of your own sexuality." He closed the palette and grabbed a electric pink eyeliner. "Do be a bit afraid of mine though."

"I see why you don't do interviews..."

"I don't do interviews because I don't want to." He stood up a little to wing my eyeliner on one eye. I took the chance to inhale his scent. He smelled so damn good, I think he was wearing paco rabanne. Sometimes he smelled like straight up lavender oil. I felt him slid the eyeliner over my other eye.

"That is not why you don't do interviews jackass."

He reached over and grabbed the black eyeliner. "I wouldn't insult me right now, I control your future right now."

"Touché."

He finally sat back on my lap, and exhaled. "Almost done, I actually don't have to do this much for myself because well....I'm a natural beauty."

"Muthafucka."

He chuckled and took the top off the lipstick. "I'm kidding, your beautiful. The most fresh faced beauty I have ever seen."

"Awe!"

"Especially in the morning, you uhm..." He started laughing, harder and harder the he thought about whatever he was going to say. "In the morning you wake up....like your four. You have this pouty face. You look so fuckin'....mad. Then you try to get out the bed before your eyes focus so your like stumbling all over the place." He swiped the pink color across my lips. "Done." he the side of my thigh.

"You forgot my lashes."

"Oh yeah." He scanned the counter for mascara. I have lash extensions for the most part but I like them. It's like waking up with a little glam.

"Again I like my eyelashes how I like my women. Thick!" He pulled my face close, not like he wasn't already. He started to run the wand over my top and bottom lashes.

"Don't poke me in the eye." I opened my mouth like I do when I do my own mascara. It makes it look better I promise you.

"No promises." He set it back on the counter. "Wait...brows."

He grabbed my brow pencil and started to brush my eyebrows. "You can see my client has very bushy eyebrows and needs for to put these puppies on a leash."

He started to fill my brows in and to be honest he felt a little heavy handed which was scary.

He pulled back to look at me, he looked like he was holding back hysterical laughter.

"Don't play with my eyes brows now, if you mess up these then I'll have to kill you in your sleep."

"Tsk tsk tsk what a pity...." He sat back down in my face and pouted mocking my facial expression.

"Sometimes life can be so shitty." We said in sync and bursted into laughter.

He turned back to the camera. "So this is my take on a more glam look. like I said earlier I have limited tools and my client is not ideal. She's very feisty this one." He turned my face so it was facing the camera. "We got the winged tips and her cheekbones cutting glass in here and....baby got beautiful lips so it doesn't matter what color we have on there. It's just a good look."

I waved into the camera. "Hi future Jasmyn, I don't know when you'll watch this again. Hopefully your-"

"Your probably mad at me right now, Dear future Jasmyn. Whatever I did, I am sorry. It was my fault. I was so inconsiderate of your feelings. I'll buy you Chanel and make love to you all night."

"Future Prince, if your watching this scoop me some ice cream too." I added in.

"I'll give you a ice cream scoop alright. I'm gonna scoop you like you've never been scooped before. I'm gonna scoop you up in my arms and carry you off into a world on wonder where I'll make you forget your own name. You'll see multi colors-" I put my hands over his mouth.

"That's enough for today." I turned off the camera. "You sir are nasty."

I felt him flicking his tongue over my palm so I snatched it away. "Ew."

"That's not what you said last time I did that." He snickered and got off top of me. I took that chance to look over my makeup. No lie, he looked pretty proper. Prince could do makeup, expertly.

"Good job pumpkin"

He flashed me a little smile, washing off all the makeup brushes. He's so anal about that.

I walked off into the bedroom, so I could get ready for tonight. I flung the closet doors open, stepping inside the walk in closet. "What should I wear tonight?"

He leaned on his shoulder in the door frame. "Your letting me choose?"

"Might as well." I shrugged. "I mean you did do my makeup. You dress amazingly all the time. Go pick out something for me to wear babe. I trust " I gestured into the closet but he still looked unsure.

"Actually can I wear something of yours?" I walked out of my closet and pushed past him gently. "Sorry baby." I made my way over to his closet and flung open the door, spelled like Prince in here. I stepped into the magical world that was his closet. I don't care how many times I see it. It makes my heart skip a beat every single time.

I pulled out an electric pink suit. I smiled at it. It had Minneapolis going down the arm in white block letters and these extraordinary white buttons. It would go so nice with my makeup. I turned around saw Prince standing in the doorframe.

"If you wear that your gonna need the shoes and the shirt and tie and..." he exhaled. "Everything else that goes with it."

"So?"

"You really wanna wear my clothes?"

"I do..." I skipped out the closet and unbuttoned the rest of his silk so I could started getting dressed.

He sat on the bed watching me, as if he was trying to figure something out.

I held my hand out and he slid me the bright pink dress shirt. As I was buttoning it up, he was looking me head to toe.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"God your beautiful."

"No I'm not.." I rolled my eyes and stepped into my pants and pulled the jacket on. "I'm pretty yes but beautiful is for like Dorothy Dandrige, Lena Horne, Marilyn Monroe, Eartha Kitt. those beautiful. Me? I'm cute."

"No your beautiful." He stood up to help me with the tie, as I was obviously struggling. "Your the most beautiful girl in the worst and I don't want you to ever forget that. Promise?" he held out his pinky finger.

I locked my pinky with his. "Promise."

"Gimmie kiss." He pursed his lips.

I rolled my eyes and gave him a kiss, which turned into kisses all over my faces.

"My highlight!!"
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"Yes here she is the Queen herself, Ms. Jasmyn! She's here tonight to celebrate the release of her new album tonight. Emotions.."

The crowd's cheering got louder than when he said my name. I guess I got them feeling higher. I giggled at my own joke, Arsenio thought I was being cute but no I was just being lame.

"Jasmyn babydoll...it's great to see you..." He flashed me the cheesiest smile.

"Great to see you too sweet pea.." I smiled, clutching onto the mic with both hands. It was really cold in the studio today, which is terrible for singing.

"How's the voice today? Are you okay?"

He noticed that my voice was really horse today, it was bad. But every now and then that happens, with a little TLC I can snap it back into order.

"Very tired today, but I could never pass up coming on your show, your one of my favorite people."

"Well thank you," he cheesed, popping his collar. "Well since the release of this album you've been everywhere, you've done a lot of shows and a lot of interviews as of lately haven't you.."

"Yes..." I cleared my throat, trying to bring some clarity back but I was failing. "I've been to Sweden and to Paris, just singing and doing interviews....and I did Top of the Pops yesterday. I did about 4 rehearsals and five interviews while I was there and it just...it just goes. I also have a cold..." I laughed at my own misfortune, my life is a series of unfortunate events I tell you. "You would think that being in the business 10 years, my voice would be used to it.

"Wow.." he gasped. "Ten years!?!"

"Yes, I was signed at 11 and I was trained for two years before I dropped my first album at 13.....but I've been singing since I was a child."

"Now your all grown up..."

"Eh somewhat, I'm still the same size." I laughed, the crowd joining in with me.

He chuckled. "Ain't nothin' wrong with that..us small people got big hearts"

"Yeah we do!!" I beat my chest twice with my fist.

"And as big as you are I know you got a big bank account.."

I threw my head back and howled. Because I did. I did have a nice bank account.

"Is the music business all you expected it to be, you know being at the top especially as long as you have. I mean your only 21."

"I know!! The crazy thing is I'm only 21, everything still feels sort of new....to be honest the industry is not all that I expected it to be, it's not all glitz and glamour. I mean I didn't get into it for that but people seem to think that's all that comes with it. They sort of sell that idea to the public I believe.........It's a lot of grueling hours, a lot of work, balancing your personal life in this business is extremely tough because..."

"You don't have one." He finished.

"Yeah you don't have one, I mean you do but it's very isolating. You spent a lot of time working especially when your dedicated to your craft it's all you do....and that part is not a bad thing when you love what you do. especially me I love music, it's always been an escape for me. Nothing. can beat that feeling you get from creating..."

"So is performing live actually the best part for you?"

"Yes, I love performing. I love singing to other people, that's what I live for, that connection. Like when people come up to me and they meet me and they say that this song changed their life or this inspired me to do this or even something as simple as I love this song because it make me dance, it makes me feel good whatever. That's what I live for, that connection. If I can touch atleast one person with my music then I've done my job."

The crowd clapped in agreement. I mean it's not like they knew what I was talking about. But the fact that they clapped means they atleast get it. I think.

"Well you preach sista." he snapped his fingers and rolled his neck. I bursted into laughter at him.

I put my hand over my mouth to muffle my laugh, it was starting to get loud.
"Everytime I come on this show..it's everytime with you Arsenio."

I finally pulled myself together enough for him to ask the next question.

"The range...the incredible range you have is really- I mean it's quite extraordinary. How many octaves I heard its 6..."

I cleared my throat, rubbing my hand over it. My throat is still sore. "I have no clue, I mean it really depends on the day, how much sleep I get, if my voice likes me that day or not. I just sing and whatever comes out...it just comes out. My voice is 5 octaves and 4 notes, but I mean somedays it could be 6...somedays it's 2. I mean it really depends- Prince might have 6 octaves thought."

"The brotha' does sing really high.."

"His vocal control is unlike anything I have ever seen and his songs cover his range very well like uhm.." I snapped my fingers trying to pull the name of the song out my head. "Temptation from the Around the World in a Day album, that song covers his range very nicely...like pristinely."

He looked me in the eyes, dramatically, moving his face forewords and backwards. "You had a little glint in your eye when you mentioned him."

"Oh my gosh.." I giggled. I knew exactly where this was headed. I walked into this one.

"Is their something going on between you two, you know you two used to be together a lot."

"He is very cute..." I mentioned timidly. "But uhm, noo stop guys!!." I whined as the crowd started to taunt me like elementary school children. "I mean we're just close I mean, he's great he's really really great and he's amazing at what he does and.......I have all the love for him in the world."

I blushed as the crowd awed.

"Ok now we're talking about my voice," I fought off my giggles to get back serious.

He cut his eyes at me, obviously not believing me. I looked at the ceiling shaking my head in regret. "Your the worst Arsenio."

He bursted into laughter as he leaned over to the back of the chair, pulling out an article clipping. "There's actually an article in the paper. I don't know whether it's true or not but it says that....you can open your garage door-"

I started laughing already, this story again. Dear lord...

"It says that you can open and shut the automatic doors to your garage when you hit a B over a high C."

I rolled my eyes playfully. "That's the story going around America these day? We have worse things going on in this country and they choose to print about that..." I tried to say it in a joking manner, so it seemed less harsh.

"Damn press..." he balled it up and tossed it over his shoulder. "So how do you take care of your voice, like your said earlier it's going now. What will you be doing over the next couple of days to get it back to normal."

I shook my head, taking a deep breath. "I just need some sleep, I haven't had time to rest my voice and plus everyone on the road with me has had a cold for the past week I won't say any names but Gigi Naomi, Hannah..." I fired their names off quickly, throwing just a little shade in the sun valley. "I was avoiding it but finally it caught up with me and now I'm going to try to sleep in the car when I leave here to go to the airport. Then I'll sleep on the plan ride to Spain because I have a very full day tomorrow."

"Man what else do you have planned.." He crossed his legs dramatically, he was a fool and he knew it. "Tell me all about it girl."

I snickered. "Well I'm gonna be shooting the video for my new single, Can't Let Go...which comes out this month. Maybe going to Germany, and.....doing a few things over there. Then I have Saturday Night Live after that."

"Hardest working woman in show business..." he announced to the crowd, pointing to me. They gave me a standing ovation. I really didn't deserve it. I hadn't done anything spectacular

"Well thank you.." I am dammit! I am! I have the bags under my eyes to prove
it.

He took my hand in his. "Thank you for coming here tonight.."

"Anytime."

"I hope we didn't make you talk to much..."

"I just need some sleep..." I chuckled, assuring him.

"Now your gonna sing a song for us?"

"I am!...

"She's gonna be singing Emotions everybody so get ready for some runs, riffs, high notes, all when we come right back..."

The cameras cut and I stood up to give Arsenio a hug.

"Knock em' dead now."

I nodded and walked backstage, I greeted people and waved to the staff as I made my way to my dressing room.

I plopped down in the seat of my vanity and enjoyed the silence. I sipped on my soy latte, and fluffed my hair getting ready to perform.

I heard a knock at my door. "Come in.."
I flipped through Gigi's makeup case for the eyeliner. I looked up in the mirror and saw someone I thought I'd never see again.

"Vanity?"

"Yeah it's me..." she said lowly.

I turned around in my chair, looking her up and down. I honestly didn't know how to feel about seeing her. I mean I finally understood why she was mad at me all those years ago, she felt the same way I felt about Susannah. I understood that now.

"I'm sorry.." I blurted out, before O could hear what she had to say. She looked confused. "I'm sorry for everything, for what I did to you, and to your relationship. I know that there's nothing I can say or do that will ever make things right between us, but I'm deeply sorry, woman to woman I am very sorry."

She nodded, tears glossing over her eyes. I could see why she caught Prince's attention. She's breathtaking, the most stunning woman I have ever laid my eyes on.

She sat down on the arm of the couch near the door. "I wanted Prince all to myself and he's not the sort of guy you can hold on to." she chuckled. I nodded in agreement. He was a wild soul.

"When it comes down to it, I'm basically an old-fashioned girl who believes in fidelity and trust. I didn't need other men. I wanted only Prince, and for him to want only me. One day I found out he was seeing other women while we were together and I confronted him with it. You weren't the first girl he's ever cheated on me with."

I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. I didn't wanna add insult to injury. I never wanted to be that girl.

"I screamed and cried and pleaded, but it didn't do any good. So I left Minneapolis without telling anyone where I was going. I still loved him, but I knew that our relationship was over. But the way he treated you... he never treated me like that, ever. He never cared for me that much."

I started to feel tears come but I fanned my eyes trying to dry them up. I didn't want to ruin my makeup. My legs moved before I could think, I made my way over to her and gave her a hug, I hesitated at first but she looked like she needed one.

"It hurt to leave him and I suffered, but it was the only way, there was nothing else I could do to save us."

That felt like a knife in my heart. I remember having that exact feeling not too long ago.

"I forgive you Jasmyn, I forgive you. I'm in a happy relationship, I'm engaged and I never thought that I could be happy like this after Prince but I am..."

I cleared my throat. "That's great.." She was dating Nikki Sixx. I heard about them being engaged but I honestly never thought it was true. He does mountains of cocaine. Crackheads need love too I guess. There was a knock on the door.

"Yes.." I called out.

"Your on in 5.."

I almost forgot I had to sing for a minute. I took a deep breathe and pulled myself together. I checked myself in the mirror being sure that my hair looked good and my eyes weren't red. They weren't thankfully.

I took one last sip of my latte before I was gonna head to the stage.

I made my way to the door, but she grabbed my wrist and stopped me.

"Good luck." she smiled warmly.

I almost felt tears burst out. "Thank you....Denise."

I gave her one last hug before heading out to the stage to do what I do best.

During my walk, someone grabbed my arm and slung me to the side. It was Eddie holding a dozen long stem red roses in my face.

"Awe!" I took them. I don't like red roses but they were still thoughtful. "What the hell are you doing? I'm on 5 minutes."

"I haven't seen you in a while and I wanted to ask if I could take out out again."

"I can't..."

The stagehand came and tap me on the shoulder. "Jasmyn we have to go." He took the flowers from me and walked back to my dressing room. I pat him on the shoulder and walked off. I heard a bunch of footsteps after me.

"Why not?"

"I have a boyfriend?" What is he gonna do follow me to the stage?

"I gotta go Prince-I mean Eddie!! Eddie!!  Eddie!!" I mentally cursed myself for the slip. There was no need.

"You mean you and Prince are-

I dashed off before he could finish the sentence. I took my place with my band. We all said a little prayer together before dispersing to our spots.
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"I don't wanna go." I whined into Prince's cheat, holding on tightly to Prince in our hug.

He laughed at me, I was like this the last time I left. "I'll call you every morning and every night before you go to bed."

"Ok..." I inhaled deeply, taking in as much of his scent as I could. "You promise."

He snickered. "I promise."

I pulled back and held up my pinky. "I'm serious!"

He locked pinkies with mine. "I promise."

We locked eyes and the fact that I wasn't gonna see him for a couple weeks really started to get me to, I started to cry.

"Awe" He pulled me back into the hug, rocking me back and forth. "Your such a baby sometimes."

"Come on Jasmyn, we gotta go you act like your goin' off to war." Leave it to Hannah to kill the mood. "You'll see the little man again, all you gotta do is look down."

Prince sucked his teeth and looked her once over. "You know.....I would've thought there would've been a heart under that hair chest of yours."

She poked her finger into hairy chest. "You better what ya' step before I shrink you Prince....Oops looks like somebody beat me to it Webster."

"Shouldn't you be sniffin' luggage at the airport, McGruff the crime dog."

"See I ain't Jasmyn." She started taking out her earrings. I stood in between the two before anything got ugly.

"Hannah get back in the plane, I will be there in a second.

She looked past me at Prince and flicked him off before walking back in the jet.

"Ok." I grabbed both his hands and held them to my mouth. "I talked to Vanity today and-"

"Vanity? For what?"

"She came to apologize and she also told me about how you were with countless women while they were together and-"

"You have nothing to worry about, she neglected to mention that she was with countless other men while we we together as well."

"Miss we have to leave now if we're going to be on schedule." A runway worker yelled up at me.

"Well I love you."

"Are you okay on this? You have nothing to worry about Jasmyn. You and Vanity are not in the same situation please don't get this stuck in your head." He kissed the back of both my hands.

"What makes you think I'll trip on this."

He shot me a look under his eyes. "Come on now."

"Your right, you know me so well baby. I won't trip on this." I lied. I knew I was going to, it's in my nature. I'll probably watch a ton of TV and sing so much that it'll get out my head.

"Ok I love you, call me when you land." He started his walk off the stairs and to his limo.

"I love you!" I called out to him, waving both my hands in the air.

"I love you too." he yelled back.

I watched him get in the limo and sighed. I missed him already. I walked into the jet, everyone was asleep except Hannah was was staring out the window with her Walkman in her ears.

I flopped down into my seat and locked myself in. I turned to the side to try and go to sleep. I was always more at peace in my dreams, I had a long flight anyway.

God, I missed him already. Maybe it was because of what Vanity said. Prince wouldn't cheat on me though. He would never. He's a player no doubt, he's blessed with the gift of gab but he wouldn't cheat on me. But then again, he cheated on Susannah and they were married a year. If he would cheat on a fiancé then he would cheat on a girlfriend.

Or would he?

I just kept hearing her say, 'he's not the sort of guy you can hold on to'