There would probably be enough purple crushed velvet and lace to outfit the Baroque Era.
Asa smiled at the memory of a tabloid writer who had once described Prince as 'dipped in sweat and rolled in hair'. Thirty years later, it was no less funny or true, but now it described a musical legend.
Thirty years.
The parking lot would turn into a Prince-themed party, much like Rocky Horror Picture Show showings; of that, there was no doubt. But it wasn't the revival or the party as much as the memories that drew the Prince of Sacramento to the event. Asa laughed softly as he parked, already seeing the over-the-top costumes people wore in tribute to the one, the only, His Purple Majesty.
And that's coming from a Ventrue.
Grabbing a beer bottle from the cup holder beside him, Blushing, and waving at a magnificent drag queen as he exited and locked his car, another purple majesty strolled into the parking lot to see what the night had to offer.
Purple Rain