[My "Come" Experience can be viewed on the thread below]

http://prince.org/msg/7/263622

From what I wrote, I've been working out a short story directly inspired by the songs from this album. Call it "fan"fiction if you will, though it's more of an "album fic" than anything else.
I'll try to post however much that I can as long as I'm here, though I'm nowhere near finished.

Reminder: This work is fictional so don't give me any posts saying "this isn't what happened" or "there's no way this could have happened"... it's not meant to be close to reality. It's merely an artistic interpretation of what Prince went through while going through his issues with WB.
[Edited 3/14/08 7:52am]

Interesting

"Just leave me [in the dark]!"

“So Prince, what have you got for us for your next project? We haven’t heard from you in a quite a while. Hope you’re still keeping up with our demands.
“Your demands, tsk," he scoffed at the other end of the long table in the boardroom.
"Do you have anything for us or not? Must you always be this difficult?" Prince raised his eyes towards the executives down a-ways from him. His expression was clouded with a deep bitterness and anger. He detested being told what to do with his music and the demanding for him to release another hit record. He blamed the company for not selling it effectively. Conversely, they blamed him for not believing in an album long enough for proper promotion.
Prince reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a single cassette tape. He delicately wrapped a piece of notepad paper around the tape and pushed it down the table within reach of the executives. Then he stalked out of the room, same manner as he came in.
The executives played the song, aptly named, "Dark." The lyrics spoke in the worst possible way. This particular song had been the best he had given them in recent history, but this one cut the deepest. So far, all of his songs since his project have been the same. Filled with anger, bitterness and in case, a distinct sadness. Clearly, he wasn’t happy and the executives didn’t like it.
"What are we going to do about Prince?" One finally said, "We can’t let him keep going on like this. We have to tighten our grip, make him behave like a good musician should."
“But he’s a tricky one. The usual tricks with contracts and money won’t work on him. We need something a bit more... specialized."
The one turned to the other, "What did you have in mind?" The second executive just smiled, "Excuse me a moment, I have to make a call." The phone connected on the other end, "Hello sweetheart, could you do your father one little favor? I need you to come see someone in concert tonight. At the old mansion... that’s the one. Be there around 8 o’clock. You’ll be in for a good show, I guarantee it."
He hung up and looked at the others, "She hasn’t been out of the house in over a month. Prince’s biggest weakness is women, after all. Get her in the room with him on stage and he’s bound to give one hell of a show."