THE COVEN took a field trip to see the Purple One this weekend in a voyage that proved that Loving It always pays off. We began our journey in the nosebleed section, minds blown (but not really, Prince, you know…) by the stage design and the appearance of Sheila E on the drums.
Loving it to the Nth and making every old person in the vicinity uncomfortable with our wild dancing, we soon heard the words “No photos at the tables”. We thought, “Hand-selected for simply loving it? Is this possible?”, as we were ushered down what seemed like an infinite number of stairs to be deposited at the tip of The Artist Formerly Known As stage. “Do not stop dancing,” they instructed. As if we needed to be told. PRINCE NEEDED US.
What followed were beautiful clouds of confetti, swarovski sparkled pants, threats of being kicked out when we were caught with camera phones in hand, and the Purple One’s perfect ass of steel within a few feet of our grasp. When Doves Cried, we cried.
Kaitlyn (wearing The Leia Crown) & Savannah (wearing the “No Photos” sign)
Next to us was a fledgling boy band, also loving it. We have no idea what their music sounds like, but since they nicely complied with our demands to pose with the “NO PHOTOS” sign, the least we can do is tell you that they are called Radio for the People.
Radio for the People
After one failed attempt to find the girl who had invited us to the Prince afterparty and one Myspace bathroom photo sesh, we headed back to COVEN headquarters for our own afterparty. We must have inadvertently summoned Michael through the Ouija board we turned over to use as a bar on the floor…drinks never tasted so good.
Moral of the story: when you’re loving it, the universe can’t help but love you back.
Souvenirs: Purple Rain Confetti