"You coming?" My husband definitely rolled both eyes in person while on the road thousands of miles away.
Within exactly seven days of us celebrating our five-year wedding anniversary, Prince had raced to start concerts overseas. Named the "Nude Tour," he snipped production costs, but offered an incredible blend of hits for every single crowd.
"Soon." I answered. It was once again that "special" time of year when our phone calls became routine, especially since I couldn't immediately follow him.
"Not soon enough. Where you at?" He pouted for sure, missing me.
"Still in Cali. Just got home from seeing one of Janet's concerts planned through Inglewood." I answered happily, still thinking of every performance.
"Come here." Prince went on, still tripping out in that cute way.
"When?" I squinted now.
"Yesterday." His attitude kicked up, but I scoffed through laughter.
"Boy?" I pushed back these curls while holding the phone with my opposite hand.
"You too fine for work, remember?" Prince flirted without fail, as if to change my mind.
"Prince?" I arched my brow.
"Just tellin' the truth." Prince chuckled slyly.
"Listen, any work these days still covers my rent." I defended myself for the millionth time, regardless of our time differences.
"I could write a check and pay off that entire building right now. Stop playin.'" My husband wasn't joking and I knew it.
"Even if you wanted to, I'm not taking it." I just kept going this time. He wasn't my meal ticket. Never.
"Stubborn ass with a pretty face." Prince laughed even harder now during our game of so-called phone tag.
"Uh-uh. Don't pull that shit again. You know that I'm right." I answered back, jokingly wanting to hang up first.
"Love you, Mama." Prince settled down.
"Love you, too." At least ended the call on good terms. No chaos or drama. We still knew better.
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Ro,
Almost blinded myself with hairspray this mornin', but don't laugh at me.
These dressing rooms cramp me up. Every place feels wayyy too small while I'm on the road.
Even hotel rooms r nice, but the beds will always feel lonely without u.
Talk 2 me. More phone calls. Send ur own letters. Something. Please?
