Prince had left flyers around Minneapolis, each reading: “LOOKING 4 DANCERS. MUST B ABLE 2 GO ON TOUR. MEET AT PAISLEY PARK, CHANHASSEN, MN, 7/8/98.”

You, of course, with time on your hands, decided: “why not?”

You head into Paisley Park, through the big glass doors. You peak inside first, then headed into lobby, sitting down in a chair beside the other dancers, your leg bouncing impatiently.

You are soon brought backstage by Prince’s assistant. You were all dressed in a tight-fitted leotard. You fix some ruffles and stand up straight as you see the man himself: Prince.

“Welcome,” his voice was deep and smooth, reminding you of honey, “I’m happy to see so many faces today.”