Fiction by New Breed Leader: Call Me Michael, Chapter 3: Jonz in My Bonz
“That night, I had to call you…” – Prince D’Angelo’s black town car - also paid for by EMI - rolled up the circular walkway in front of Michelle’s apartment in the Bronx. He got out and buzzed the door. The door vibrated and he opened it, walked over to the elevator and went up to the 5th floor. He heard the music coming from the apartment when he stepped off the elevator. Prince screaming. D lifted his hand to knock on the door when the door opened. It was Michelle, dressed all in black. Black sweater, jeans, and Timberlands. Her long hair was put up in a bun. “Hi!” she yelled over the music. “Come in!” “Yo, what’s up”, D laughed as he entered, looking around and automatically noticing the Prince posters. “Yo, that’s dope”, he said while admiring them. “Kinda looks like the row of pictures he had at Paisley Park”. Michelle had to think for a minute. Then she remembered, the long hallway at Paisley Park with the retrospective of Prince portraits from different eras of his career. “OH ...
