She couldn't believe it had happened. She wasn't supposed to come. Her BFF kept insisting.
‘This is so much more than music, Mon. The vibe he creates will lift your soul like nothing you've heard. And you'll want him, wait and see.’
Monica, giggling, had shoved Kathy. ‘Nasty!’
Two hours later, they were hoarse from screaming for a pied piper of sex in heels, who redefined dancing while singing seductively and playing blistering lead guitar. The rest of the band had faded away. She'd been captivated by his performance; snared by his sensuality. Monica now belonged-as promised-to Prince.
