AIRES is onstage, a hi-techno funk
group, performing their trademark, a
frenzied song entitled “Modern Aire”
The floor is dense with KIDS, all
performing the same syncopated dance.
PRINCE moves through the club slowly,
seems to be searching someone out. His
face is drawn and haggard, his spirits
strained. He cuts past the BAR, barely
acknowledges Jill, or the other
WAITRESSES by her side, KIM and KATY.
Jill looks concerned–
Honey, you still chasing after
Kim is 21 years and gorgeous, with dark
eyes, a smooth sculpted face, and taut
shapely legs. She is street-educated
and doesn’t need encouraging to speak
her mind. Katy is also in her-early
20’s, a tall, alluring Oriental, with an
attractive, intelligent face–
I’m doing what I’m doing.
It’s my business.
He doesn’t even look at you.
That’s the last thing you want
from a man.
You just don’t know him like I
Honey… Look, Listen, and
then Feel. If you do them in
any other order, you’re headed
Matt and Bobby (members of Prince’s
group) stroll up–