I wanted to try something creative.

How's about you pick a line from a Prince song and build a story from it?

Anyone up for the challenge?

I think it could be fun.

Here's my contribution...using that strange line from CREAM;

"Look up in the air, it's your guitar!"

"What?"

Christopher had barely lifted his gaze skyward when the falling projectile crashed within a hair's breath away from him onto the sidewalk. An explosion of wood and twisted steel cords splattered all around Christopher and his friend.

"What the FUCK!?!?!?" Christopher screamed aloud, trembling in disbelief as he knelt down to gather the scraps that had been his prized Prince guitar.

"Look out!"

This time Christopher was alert enough to leap to one side just as a ceramic vase exploded on the sidewalk where he had been crouching a second earlier.

Christopher looked up, focusing his angry gaze upon the dark-haired woman leaning out of the third-floor window that opened into his living room. "Sheila! What the HELL are you doing? Are you out of your fucking mind?"

"I hate you!" she screamed down, "You lied to me Christopher! You and your new bitch can go to hell!" She accentuated her last words with another projectile, this time aimed at the fair-skinned woman who until now was simply standing on the sidewalk with a bewildered look upon her face.

"Aahhh-!" she screamed as she ducked to avoid a round object of some kind that was heading towards her head.

"Sheila!" Christopher yelled up, "Calm the hell down! What are you doing? What are you talking about!?!?"

"HER!" Sheila cried out, "I'm talking about her! I knew you were lying to me. I knew it! Don't bother coming up here asshole! We're through!"

Christopher calmed down just enough to gather his thoughts. "Sheila! Stop. Please, stop and listen to me!"

By now, some of the windows adjacent to his apartment on the brown brick apartment building began to open or curtains began to part. The four-story structure was the only apartment building on the normally quiet street in the suburb of Freeport...a 30 minute train ride but a world away from the chaos of New York City. Christopher imagined that while this scenario might play out on a weekly basis in Queens or Brooklyn, the residents of Randall Avenue were thinking they were in for a rare relationship-drama treat.

"Don't waste your breath Christopher! I saw the e-mails, I know you've been seeing her for a month now! I hate you!"

"Sheila please...listen to me...it's not what you think. Let me come up and I'll explain everything to you!"

"Go to hell!" she yelled back and disappeared inside. Christopher turned to Sheena and offered a wide-eyed apology. "I...I am so sorry for this. She was supposed to be visiting family in the Bronx."

The striking woman shrugged her bare shoulders and casually brushed aside a few loose strands of reddish-blond hair from her baby-blue eyes and smiled back. "Maybe another day?"

"Yeah...I'll call you. After I deal with this-!" he motioned with his hand up to the window, where Sheila was now dumping clothing out onto the street below.

"Good luck." She hurried away before any more projectiles could be flung towards her and Christopher turned his attention back to his girlfriend.

"Sheila! Stop it!" he rushed to pick up his shirts and socks from the sidewalk. "Please calm down and let me explain!"

Once she had dropped everything below, the tan woman collapsed onto the windowsill and began to openly weep.

"Baby, please! Let me come up."

"Why? Why, Christopher? What's the point? You promised me that she was just an old friend...that you only friended her on Facebook so that you could find other people that you knew from high school." Her weeping continued in earnest.

"I did!" he pleaded, ignoring the numerous eyes all around focused on their melodrama. "But guess what? She works for Sony music! She agreed to come by and listen to our music...she can put us in touch with executives at Sony baby!"

"You're lying." Sheila replied, although somewhat subdued.

"No I'm not. I have her damned business card!" Christopher retrieved it from his pocket and waved it in the air over his head. "Sheena E. Stone, Talent Management. Did ya hear that? Talent effin management!!!"

Sheila looked up from her folder arms and gazed down to meet Christopher's pleading eyes. "You're not lying Christopher? I mean...if you're full of shit I will kill you."

Christopher stepped closer to the building until he was directly underneath the window. "Honey. You know that I take our music seriously. We've been working on that album for over a year now. This is our opportunity to get it out there! She's our ticket to fame, babe!"

Sheila processed the information. "So why where you bringing her here when you knew that I had plans to be out? If Pepe hadn't come down with shingles, I'd be at Gina's right now. Why not wait until we could BOTH be here to play our songs for her?"

Christopher nodded his head and absentmindedly picked up some clothing in the bushes before him. "Honey...she's leaving for California in the morning. She wanted to get a feel of our album in person before recommending us to the big shots at Sony. Now we're gonna have to wait until she gets back. If she's even interested anymore."

He looked up and Sheila was gone. "Sheila! Come on babe! Stop throwing my shit out here!"

The front door to the building opened and his girlfriend emerged, her tear-streaked eyeliner smudged into dark bands beneath her dark eyes. They approached each other and Sheila settled into his open arms. "I'm sorry Christopher. It's just...your messages to her were...almost romantic. What was I supposed to think?"

"Well...firstly stop reading my facebook messages. I don't read yours."

Sheila cringed. "I promise. I'm sorry."

"...and secondly...don't you trust me anymore?"

Sheila suppressed a sniffle. "Of course I do Christopher. But I don't trust HER. She could still be holding a crush on you after all these years."

"Sheila my love, light of my life...YOU are the one person that I want. No one else. Got it?"

"Do you love me, Christopher?" She hugged him tight.

He looked into her eyes, "Baby...love is too weak to define how much I adore you, child."

They kissed, and kissed, until windows started shutting all around them.

"Let's clean up and go upstairs babe." Christopher knelt down at his shattered guitar...an original one played by Prince himself that he bought on eBay for a veritable fortune as a gift to himself on his 21st birthday.

"I'm really sorry about that Christopher."

"Why this one?" he had a bite to his voice.

"It was near the window."

Christopher sighed.

"I'll get you a new one. I promise."

"If we get a record deal, I'll buy myself a new one."

She kissed him again and went about picking up whatever was still strewn about the sidewalk and small lawn. "I'll finish cleaning up. You go email Sheena and apologize for me."

"Alright, I'll be waiting for you." Christopher stood up with the fragments of purple guitar in his arms and headed toward the dumpster on the side of the building, "Let me just get rid of this."

He rounded the corner and stood in front of the green dumpster, then sighed as he emptied his arms. He imagined the guitar in the hands of Prince being used on stage or even in the studio. Now it was a jumble of junk lying atop a pile of reeking black trash bags. He wondered if Prince himself had ever had his stuff dumped out of a window by a jealous girlfriend. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a box of Trojans that he also threw into the dumpster. Since Sheila was on the pill, he would've had a hell of a time making up an excuse for those.

Christopher walked away and headed into the side entrance to the apartment building. He pulled out his iPhone and texted with Sheena as he walked up the stairs;

C: situation resolved, evrythin's cool, C U 2morrow?

S: ur girl is crazier than my man

C: I could never take the place of ur man

S: I hate u

Bravo

Once upon a time, Prince met a girl in a club. The two of them then proceeded to have some kind of unique and colorful sex. The end. Can anyone guess which song this is? :p

Harlepolis said:

Bravo

Gracias!