Displaced FairyTale

In 1999, in Minneapolis, Minnesota there lived a boy named Prince.  And all Prince wanted was a girl to call his princess and wear his raspberry beret.  He traveled all around the world in search of his pop rock princess.  He searched and searched and always came up empty handed- but all his possible princess' turned out to be cross dressers stuck in the 80's with rock hair.  Finally he went so crazy he actually lost his name.  Then one night, the artist formally known as Prince was auditioning opening acts.  He got a little tired and left the auditions to the club manager.  All that night it was lightning and pouring a purple rain. Just as the auditions were coming to a close the door slammed open and in walked a young lady dripping from head to toe.  The old queen, for that's what the manager was called, knew from the second he saw the girl in soaking wet pink cashmere that this was the one.  The pop princess that Prince was looking for- the girl to give him back his sanity and his name.  But just to be sure, he devised a test for her.  On the night of the big show the old queen went into the girls dressing room and placed a small pill under the couch cushions.  Then came twenty layers of crushed velvet and black leather pillows.  The singer soon came in to take her customary nap before she went on.  As she stood there at the edge of the stage the old singer came over and asked how she had slept.  Well, she said, I tossed and turned for a good long time, until I found the reason.  Someone had put a strange pill under the cushions.  Well, what did you do then? asked the old queen.  I took it of course! Said the girl.  And with that the old queen knew that this was the real thing- a real pop princess for Prince.