I'd ask "can that rdhul guy/gal get a namecheck?"

Zelaira said:

Bullshit!

I would look cool and uninterested for about 3 minutes and then I would break down. I would be all over him - begging for an autograph, telling him how much he has meant to me for over 20 years, crying excessively and hugging him, asking him a thousand questions, inviting myself to Paisley Park, and then trying to get him to participate in a sing along of Little Red Corvette. Al of this before his security beats my ass and I get arrested by sky marshalls for acting like a crazed middle aged fanatic.
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...break out in a cold sweat and fidget... keep cleaning my glasses and probably drop them...

I doubt I'd say much. He'd probably get his bodyguard to choke me if I spoke a word to him.

Prince is someone I've never wanted to meet because I've heard so many negative things about him being prickly and evasive, and what do I have to say to the guy that 1,000,000 other people haven't already said? I guess I'd just tell him who I am on the club, and if that wasn't enough to make him change his seat, I would ask him if it's cool to talk about music or if he'd just like to be left alone. If I could talk to the man about anything, it would be about what he's listening to and why he digs it.

TheFrog said:

I'd hijack that plane in order to make it land in my courtyard

matt said:

You lucky bastard. Do you still get all the alcoholic beverages?

If I had a seat on a plane next to

Universaluv said:

ROFL!!!

I probably wouldn't be cool enough to say NOTHING... After I composed myself (a little inner turmoil, then calm) I'd probably have to mention that I'm a huge admirer. He'd get all antsy thinking I'm about to chew his ear off but I'd go back to minding my business & say nothing for the rest of the flight... unless he were to say something himself.

Come to think of it, that would be a horrible experience - I'm nervous enough flying, I don't need the mental drama of sitting next to him on a flight Plus sitting right next to him I couldn't get a good look @ him

I'd say, "I'm Adisa, bitch. Pleased to meet you."

CalhounSq said:

I know, right?

J0eyC0c0 said:

Yup. Flying is more enjoyable when I'm pleasantly tipsy.

Anxiety said:

I've got something.

"Prince, when you get home and have a chance, would you please check on the status of the NPG Magazine subscription that I ordered in 1994 and never received?"

...let him be. I don't like talking much anyway.

I would break wind loudly, chuckle, award myself a mark out of ten for noise/odour then call the stewardess and say 'this man next to me has just soiled himself'.

Or wait till he was fast asleep and set off an air horn right next to his ear to see how high he could jump.

In all honesty, I'd try and be cool but would start thinking 'this is the only chance I'll get to have a chat to him' so I'd probably end up burbling some nonsense to him.

hectim said:

CherryMoon said:

I've interview quite a few popstars through my job and you'd be surprised how often they bring up the fact that the most irritating thing a fan an do is play their own music back to them.

HollywoodSaint said:

Too Funny! I love this thread! Seriously though, I would soil myself if I ever got that close to P. Oh well, it'd be worth it!

For some reason, I always, get (ahem), gassy on airplanes. I don't know if it's the cabin air pressure or the food. So I would probably spend the whole flight trying desperately to hold it in. Which would probably start to get really painful and eventually I'd have to let one go. Then I would look at him like he did it.

Maybe I would start to cry...just silently of luck and say "hi...and thank you for a funky time..."

Peace

Juize

Can somebody explain the sand dollar references? I keep seeing them and have no idea what it's about.

I'd ignore him until he says something to me first!! As if....

I'd lean over and quickly grab his hand. And, in my *best* Bernie Mac voice, I'd go:

"Prince? Prince. Don't try to ignore me, brotha. I got ya hand." (Turning around to Trevor, who by now is ready to crack my skull) "Trevuh, I got his - his - Trevuh, I got hiss s-s-strummin' hand, so back up off me!!! I jes' wanna ask tha lil' man a simple question. You make me raise up, gon' be trouble, Trevuh! Hey! Good gracious! Look be- look beHINE you -- that 4-year-old's aimin' a cell-phone camera at Prince!"

(As Trevor runs off distracted, lookin' for the fictional, camera-wielding toddler, I turn back to Prince, who is nervously checking his hair with his free hand)



"My bad, P. Jes' simma down. Your hair's fine. Don' worry. I jes' wanna ask you one question: You smell good, Prince. Real good. Relax, Nelson. I'm - I'm - holdin' ya hand, but I'm n-n-not that way! I'm not THAT WAY! I jes' had to make you talk to me. Now, I read in Entertainment Weekly that you don't wear cologne. It's more like a powder, they said. My woman's crazy about me smellin' good. Our anniversary's comin' up. I jes' wanna know where you get that POWDER... Thass all..."

(I release his hand but keep staring into his eyes)

"And, while we're talkin', your hand sho' was soft! Do you moisturize?"

freakebear said:

do a search in the Concert forum, it'll be worth it

HollywoodSaint said:

OMG thats just too funny.

In reality I would probably just say hi and maybe shake his hand. Meanwhile I'm sitting there imagining us getting busy in the middle of the aisle. 23 positions in a one hour flight!