Prince, sir, please pardon the few snaps stolen in the first few moments.

I just HAD to.

Understand here, I am applying no zoom.

Prince spent a good long while on, around, and playing the keyboard shown behind the amazing Shelby J. (back up vocal extraordinaire in the snap above)

Prince, sir, you scored much of the soundtrack of my early life. The odd factory of fortune delivered last night, chariot and all, a near life long dream of seeing you and your band(s) play live. Consummate, professional, important musicians all (Andy Allo, you amaze me).

…and I swear he even looked right at me and held my gaze.. That is right. Prince  gave me “the Prince Stare”. I am certain I stopped breathing a good long while.

Thank your for your heART.

Thank you to my kind, yet rebellious escort.

And to Melissa for some kick ass seats.

heART beating gal

I am running around the house, not exclaiming with joy, but rather awkwardly, silently, screaming…

Gawd, fingers crossed, he wears at least one assless suit in the show!

Jokes aside, Prince is music royalty, a living legend, and someone I would kill to eat pancakes with.

Excited. Beyond.

heARTBeatgal

…she began, rather timidly, as she did not know whether it would like the name: however, it only grinned a little wider. ” Come, it’s pleased so far,” thought  Alice , and she went on. “Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”

That depends a good deal on where you want to go get to,” said the Cat.

“I don’t much care where – ” said Alice.

“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,” said the Cat.

“-so long as I get somewhere,” Alice added as an explanation.

“Oh, you’re sure to do that, ” said the Cat, “if you only walk long enough.””

Thanks for that Cat.

Truly thanks to Lewis Carroll for the words.

..but, hey, Cheshire-puss, you are my favourite collaborator of all. You can’t deny the genius!

heARTs

Alice