Nervously, I whipped my 1970 Nova into the only parking spot left in the lot. I called her “Lisa”. The Chevy not the parking spot.
I was dripping with sweat; No air, this Minnesota heat and my outfit, not a good combination.
I opened the door, dinging the car next to mine as I reached into the backseat for my guitar. The weight of the door caused it to ricochet and hit me square in my butt. I looked to see if anyone witnessed my fiasco.
An Ex-girlfriend of mine worked for a local radio station and told me about the audition. It was by appointment only, no general public. I considered myself lucky.
The front desk attendant checked my I.D. then stood up to escort me back. I was willing to bet she wasn’t even five feet tall. A trend around here, maybe?
We went into a room with concrete flooring, the center covered by a purple, velure rug. A long metal table sat next to a wall containing a mirrored window. Someone had to be watching from the other side.
“Stand there.” She pointed towards the rug. “And do your thing.”
This was by far the oddest audition I had ever been to. However, it was the most important performance of my life.
I pulled “Wendy” out of her rugged, leather case and strummed her until my fingers hurt. I shut my eyes, leaned back and fantasized that I was on stage with the G.O.A.T.
Suddenly the door flew open. It slammed against the wall so hard, I thought the knob broke through the drywall.
“Bravo! Bravo!” Clapping uncontrollably, he emerged from his hide-a-way.
He reached his arm up and placed it around my shoulder, tickling me with the lace on his sleeve cuff. He held my own portfolio picture in front of my face. “You’re style is captivating.” He made a slight giggling noise, fitting to his character.
“Prince.” I could barely get his name out, crying. I didn’t think I would be face to face with the man!
“It’s been so lonely without you here.” He sang to me in approval of my guitar skills. “You know I wrote that for Sinead, don’t you? You are what this band has been missing!”
He hopped happily and with a skip and a jump, I was part of THE REVOLUTION!
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