I was totally over it.
Standing in front of Kitson with the rest of the assholes waiting for Kim with her sisters to come out of the store so we could shoot them for the thousandth time this week. I was starting to hate the job, shooting basically the same people over and over again, feeling a bit burnt from the job. I needed to change it up or do something else because starting to lose my taste for the job. Kim along with her sisters come out of the store to the waiting flashes of photogs as we shoot her once again. I was starting to lose my mind, I needed a frappuccino to calm my nerves down.
After the gangbang I decided to go to Starbucks at the Farmer’s Market near the Grove. I park my whip walking inside the market feeling a bit depressed about my current position in life. That’s when it happened, the event that sparked my interest once again for the job.
I spotted the myth, the legend, the artists that was formerly called Prince at the fruit section of the Farmer’s Market.
I know what you’re thinking no fucking way, but there he was looking at cantaloupes in his matching white bell bottom pants with a silk shirt and a Liberace ruffled jacket looking, so fresh and clean that dust didn’t want to touch him. His hair was also on point looking luxurious as always as he seemingly looked like he woke up like that because I couldn’t imagine Prince having bed head when he gets up in the morning. I don’t even think he needs sleep like the rest of us because he wasn’t human. He was something more, he was too special to be from this Earth.
But he was trying so hard to look normal that it looked strange as fuck. I’m guessing he was tired of being treated like an alien from a different planet. Like all super famous people they occasionally wanted to be treated like normal people even though they were very far from it with their extra ordinary talents. They wanted to do normal things without the prying eyes of the media chronicling and filming their every move.
But here we were the Prince and I, on very different sides of the entertainment field. My hand on my “Soul Catcher” about to capture this magical moment between us but I couldn’t pull the trigger, not because I couldn’t but because I didn’t want to.
As he finally notices me about to shoot him as he stands perfectly still like beautiful unicorn in the magical forest waiting for me to do something, which was nothing.
I remember someone once said, “beautiful things don’t ask for attention.”
We stand there not as cat and mouse but as equals. I didn’t want to capture this moment between Prince and I because wanted to be in the moment not wanting to share it with anyone. We stay in those precious moments for a couple more seconds then he disappears into the mundane leaving me baffled but amazed at the same time wondering what the fuck just happened. That was the first and last time I saw Prince but the desire for this job was back.
A part of me wanted to travel back time, not to tell myself to shoot it but to experience it again all over and maybe have the courage to act normal. To not stare at him like he was a freak but as a normal dude, doing normal ass things. Regardless of what I wanted to happen, I was still happy that it did happen because I needed to experience something different.
I needed to remember how to act like a normal human being again. As once again I had the fire in my belly to be a paparazzi again but more over I wanted to be inspired as I continue on this magical adventure called life trying to find another unicorn.
Prince Kicks Kim Kardashian Off Stage
Not long after that, a friend took me to see Prince at the famous Forum in Los Angeles, when he had a residency there for a couple of weeks. I knew that he was a talented musician but I wasn’t a true fan of his not until I witnessed what I saw that night. From beginning to end, Prince blew my mind along with everyone else in the building. This man played every instrument imaginable and never missed a beat as the huge crowd stood up longer than I’ve ever seen in a concert giving him a standing ovation, which was well-deserved because we were not seeing a concert, we were witnessing history. RIP Prince, you will be missed.
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