One night in da club, Prince was in the downstairs DJ booth again, this was turning into a thing. On this occasion, Prince was wearing what could be described as a long wraparound skirt. It was the strangest thing, it was open so you see he had pants and a leather waist jacket on, but he had this thin cloth over his pants made it look like he was wearing a skirt. It freaked us out, then again for Prince fans, we get freaked out for a millisecond and then were like, “Oh well, it’s Prince!”
Duane and another bodyguard were with him. There was a band on stage, and I can’t remember who the band was because Prince was in there watching the band and we watching him; watch the band. Duane and the other bodyguard were so into this band they weren’t paying attention to Prince. He looked up at both of them, and he turned around, looked straight us standing maybe 20 feet behind him. He grinned and ducked between the rails of the DJ booth and snuck out. He was carrying a black cane. We never made a sound and did not try and follow him. Some fans were coming in the ‘Members Only’ door, saw him and went running behind him. I was thinking, ‘He has no bodyguards.’ We didn’t hear any commotion so we figured they didn’t do anything to him.
After a few minutes, Duane happened to glance down at the sofa. He looked down, and he looked straight at me; like I had him in my pocket. The look on his face was so funny. We looked at the ‘Members Only’ door and looked back at him. He and the bodyguard jumped over the rail and took off upstairs. Things always happened to us when we were in the club and made nights memorable and quite funny.