Prince is the part of my life. I was born when he launched out his first album and then later, of course, I was sure it was on purpose that he made the title "For You". It was a hate-love affair. I was only 8 when I got 2 know him 4 the first time. I disliked him very much. I thought he was pervert. Then, two years later, I first saw "Partyman" and I fell in love. And so it started, 24/7, only his music. As I first lived in Norway, it wasn't difficult 2 get any album or even attend his concerts, but I was too young and my mother didn't let me go 2 his concerts, she was afraid I'd be trumped to death or something. Later we moved 2 Russia and I felt so lonely, like I was the only one there who loved and knew him and his music. Russians don't like him, they are very concervative and he was very different and alien. But after some years I finally met two Russian fans and it was such a relief and happiness. Finally someone who could share my passion! We even created a site and a forum where we could write our stories and chat about his music. And then it happened! Prince went on tour to Europe! My friend got her first ticket to 02 in London in 2007. That was the year I gave birth to my son. I remember my friend called me from the concert. I was feeding my baby and as I listened 2 his music through the phone, so far away and yet so close - it was so unreal, so weird and so fantastic! Like she was calling me from another planet with Prince singing in the background. Three years later it was finally my turn 2 go 2 his concert. It was in Bergen, Norway. I cried when I got my ticket and it wasn't easy at all! I had 2 stay online on the phone for hours, the line was always busy, but then suddenly I got through! It was surreal getting 2 the place where he played. First almost an hour by bus 2 the countryside by the mountains, then going through the huge IKEA parking place while rain was pouring, and then, a small road leading 2 a huge barn! There were some people standing there and I was just wondering if there was that concert place or not. And then suddenly I hear his guitar! It was the most fantastic sound in my life! It was unreal, weird, craziest thing 2 hear HIS guitar there, in the wild Norwegian nature, the man I adored, the man, who was born in Minneapolis, HERE - like - here in Åsane, almost in the woods! Crazy! The concert was magic, I was standing almost in front of him. He was so real, so beautiful, so full of life! He pointed at me when singing "let's work" and gave us the guitar, so I held it in a while before it was carried away by the guard. I remember the most was the heavy rain after the concert. He was gone, but I still felt that he was near, I felt his love and that was the happiest moments in my life. After that concert we went 2 Rotterdam North Sea and, again, it was the best days of my life! I wanted him 2 play "when we're dancing close and slow" - and he did! And he sang "Girl" and "Colonized mind" and "Joy in repetition" as I wanted. Like it was telepathically. I don't know what 2 say...Prince helped me 2 see the beauty of the world as I lived in Norway, all these mountains and sea - it was all him, his love, his music, his passion. Now I feel an empty room, it hurts 2 know that he's no longer on this Earth, creating and living and breathing. I miss him so much...