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Prince’s Own 1980 Rick James Tour All Access Pass

Prince’s laminated backstage pass for the Rick James 1980 Fire It Up Tour, featuring an early passport-style portrait of Prince, filled out in another hand: “Name: Prince, Position: Musician/Star, Authorized by: Winston L. Allen." 

The up-and-coming Prince joined Rick James’s Fire It Up tour as the opening act in February 1980, following his own headlining club tour from November 1979-February 1980. Prince stole the show with his short, energetic set; James accused Prince of ripping off his act, stirring up animosity that lasted throughout their careers. 

  • (When D.Va first got her Mech)
  • D.Va: Dibs on the Pink one!
  • Winston: D.VA, you do not want that one. It’s our newest current model; it’s bright pink and has the latest upgrades.
  • Which is a nice way of saying, everyone and their dog will be gunning for that thing!
  • Seriously, it’s like running around the battlefield asking to get shot.
  • D.Va: Pink’s my favourite colour!
  • Winston: On second thought, that robot was made for you.
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He’d been ignoring you for weeks, he didn’t answer the phone, he stopped hanging around all the places he knew you’d be. He just stopped being in your life, it was almost as if he never even existed in your life and you were sick of it. 

He’d been your best friend for years and you’d be damned if you just let him walk away that easily… and that’s precisely what you were doing here at this exact moment. Out the front of his door that you had to climb two flights of stairs to get to. 

You knuckles rattled gently against the wooden frame, your heart thumped rhythmically in your chest as you waited for him to answer the door. You had been waiting for so damn long. 

“I’m ‘comin, I’m ‘comin.” You could hear Dally mutter, he definitely wasn’t expecting you to be standing outside his door. 

“Y/N.” His voice was stiff, forced and angry, he didn’t want you here. “What’re ya doing here, huh kid?” 

He only called you kid when he was angry at you, when you had done something wrong… and you searched your mind, trying to figure out just what that could be. What line did you cross?

“Looking for you.” You said it with a simple tone, your shoulders shrugged and you looked at him as if this wasn’t a big deal to you, but your charade was crumbling with every passing second. 

“So, you found me?” He shut the door behind you, he was shirtless, his jeans hung lowly on his hips as he searched through the wreckage of his room for a clean shirt. 

“Where have you been?” 

“Around.” He was snappy. “What’s it matter to you, kid? You ain’t my girl. You’re not my mother, not that she gives a hang about me, none.” 

“I care about you.” You sat on the edge of his bed, trying to find a single shred of the Dallas Winston you knew, and not the hood that the neighbourhood had notoriously branded him for. 

“Well good for you, Doll, now get out of here. I got a hot date tonight.” 

A date. A girl. You wondered to yourself who that might be. And what she had that you didn’t. You were never his girl, but you were comfortable being his best friend. You were comfortable being the sisterly figure in his life; but now it seemed that you weren’t anything to him. 

“A date?” You questioned, you forced a smile to burden your lips with untruthful feelings. “Oh that’s great, Dal. Can I see you afterwards?” 

“I’m busy, now get out of here.” He grabbed you by the arm as gently as he could muster so he could show you the way out, even though you both knew you knew your way around this place. 

He opened the door and to your horror, you realized that you were crying. Tears were welling up in your eyes, and they fell one by one and they began to slide down your face like tiny rivulets. 

You stopped him by placing a hand on his chest, you looked him in the eyes and you spoke. 

“Why don’t you love me?” You pursed your lips together so that they would stop shaking. “You did before, I know you did… and now you can’t even stand to be around me. What did I do? I can fix it.”

The truth is, he had been in your life so long that you didn’t know who you were without him. 

“What?” Dallas muttered, he looked down at you with disgust. “Y/N, you know I don’t love no o-” 

“Bullshit, Dallas, Bullshit” You pushed him back against the wall as roughly as you could. “You loved me. And you left me behind” 

He didn’t say a word, he just stared at you… he stared at your chest heaving up and down, and the tears falling from your eyes. He silently wondered to himself what he had done to you. He didn’t think you’d react this way. 

“I should go.” You couldn’t stand him just staring at you. Did he even care? “I shouldn’t have came here.”

“Wait” Before you could even cross the threshold his arms were wrapped around you. “Don’t go.”

“You don’t love me… you don’t want me.” You tried to push yourself out of his arms, you needed to leave. You could feel yourself breaking underneath his finger tips. “You left me for some broad that doesn’t give a shit about you.”

“That’s not true. I love you, okay?” You looked at him, almost expecting him to laugh in your face and push you out the door. “You’re my best friend and I love you. I never left you for some chick.” 

“Then why?” 

“Because, Y/N, you’re so good. You’re so pure. You’re everything I’m not. I’m bad for you. You need someone in your life that is like you, someone who can make you happy.” 

“You make me happy. Please don’t leave me.” 

“Okay.” He said simply.