I wake up to the obnoxiously loud beep of my alarm clock. Just five more minutes. I say. Five minutes turned to 10, 10 to 20, 20 to 30, 30 to 40 and so on, until an hour passed by. Let's just face it, I'm a sleepy girl. No time to talk about why.

"Andrea! Wake up!" screamed Sam, best friend and roommate.

"Ugh, why so early?" I complained. 

"You know we have to leave for our flight soon." she scolded.

Oh right, we were moving today.

I drag myself out om my bed and throw my Rolling stones shirt on. Brush my hair and teeth, apply my red lipstick, and grab a little toast before heading to my room to get my stuff. 

First my record vinyl box, always. 

Then I hear a knock at the door. John.

"Come in!" I yell.

"Hey At! How are ya and Sam doing?" he asked. 

"Were fine, but thanks for your concern." 

"Here let em help you with those" he offered while grabbing the box.

"Okay but just be careful, you know what's in there"

"Records?" 

"Yes, now go, put them in the car, carefully"

He nodded.

"Hey, who ya talking to?" Sam asked while coming through the door. 

"Just John"

"Oh great! He can help us move our stuff." 

"Did you-" she cut me off before I could finish

"Coffee? Yes" "White chocolate mocha, extra froth." she said.

"Thanks" I said.

"Hey Andrea, are you okay?" she asked with a tone of concern in her voice.

"Yes, why?" I ask. 

"You just seem a little down that's all"

"I guess I'm just a little stressed with this whole moving thing, y'know?" I say reassuring her.

She nods back. "But just remember, if you need anything, I'm here okay?" she said.

Was she really? I shake the thought of my head. 

"I know" I reply nodding.

-Time passed-

"Alright, I guess were all set." I told Sam.

"I guess" she replied. 

As we said our goodbyes to John and Ally and Bear, our dogs hopped in the car.

-Time passed-

Andrea's POV

As I watched the ruins of my small city of Lafayette fly by, Prince's Purple Rain playing in my ears, I wondered what Los Angeles would be like. Look like. Feel like. I wouldn't let myself doubt the famous city though. Prince forced the lyrics of Purple Rain into my mouth. I forcing myself to swallow. I forcing myself to feel. All happening so fast, while I passed the small cemetery my grandfather now lived at. Quickly, I became emotional, remembering the little church he would take me to every Sunday, 6 years old, front and center, worshiping. Remembering the record store we would go to, the scent of records filling my nostrils and taking it in, a wonderland of music, a magic. My magic. Remembering the little park we would go to, where I felt free, like nothing could hold me back. It's not like that anymore, now that I'm older. Now that he's gone. All of it changed once he passed. The tears stung my eyes, falling to my cheeks, burning into my soul. Causing my throat and chest to burn. I looked at Sam, in the driver's seat, nothing holding her back. Free. She doesn't know what its like to lose someone.  I thought. I only wanted to see you laughing in the purple rain. Prince says. I hear. I listen. I only wanted to see him laughing in the purple rain. 

I wondered if he was now. 

Everything has changed. I feel those words burn my heart.

Then the rain started to fall. The purple rain.

Oh, the strange changes.