#TBT: My Very First Rap Concert

Happy Thursday, everyone!

Everything story-related post I’ve posted on my blog has been recent, but I’ve lived life before this blog and have a lot of Hashtag-Throwback-Thursday stories for you. This story takes place in late 2011.

I just got off of work at Urban Outfitters and convinced a coworker to sleep over. She was over 21 and my roommates were out of town. We got back to my apartment and we were both bored within 10 minutes. I googled what to do in New York and found out Wale was making a club appearance at Webster Hall.

Before I continue, let me tell you a little bit about Webster Hall. It’s a 19+ over club in New York City, notorious for letting in under-aged kids (you can literally get away with a McLovin ID), girls in tracksuits (yes, exercise clothes), and tiny little Asian men who come in alone just to dance. Thursday nights were my favorites because every Thursday was Girls Night where girls 21 and up got in free, and girls under 21 paid $10 and because it was the only place the 20-year-old co-ed- me could afford. On top of that, Wale, my favorite rapper, was performing. I couldn’t control myself. I had to go. However, my coworker wasn’t having it.

“I wanted tonight to be a chill night.”

“It could be a chill night at Webster Hall.”

“I don’t have anything to wear.”

You have to understand the next thing I did was really bad and I don’t condone any of this now. She was the same size as my roommate, so we went through her clothes and borrowed a dress without asking (So in the picture above, you’ll see me and a cropped out girl who was the coworker. I wouldn’t have cropped her out, but I had to so my roommate wouldn’t find out about the dress, AND I really wanted to post this picture on Facebook because I looked really nice!). We went to the nearest grocery store and bought Joose, and if you guys don’t know what Joose is- good.  We finished the last sip of our drinks and headed out.

We got to the club around 10 and surprisingly ran into my coworkers brother. It was a big party from there on out. There was a lot of laughing, a lot of dancing, a lot of screaming. I had so much joy within my body ready to come out and say hello. Finally at 3AM, it was time…

WALE IS IN THE BUILDING. At this point, I’m overwhelmed. Wale’s one of my favorite rappers. He’s a native D.C. rapper/poet/beautiful man. Needless to say, I love Wale. He was 500 feet from me. I’ve been following his career since he started. From mixed tapes to actual studio albums, that man was in front of me and I couldn’t handle it anymore. I left my coworker and started walking closer to the stage. As I’m getting closer, my emotions are at it’s peak and I start emotioning and I couldn’t control myself and I’m gasping for air. I start crying.

“EXCUSE ME PLEASE, LET ME TO THE FRONT. I’M FROM D.C. AND WALE IS MY FAVORITE RAPPER. PLEASE SIR. PLEASE M’AAM, LET ME UP FRONT. I LOVE WALE SO MUCH.”

People were moving out the way because they had no choice but to. I was a crazy, crying, brown girl. The crowd was splitting like the red sea. I got pretty close. I was 150 feet away from my destination until this guy tapped me on the shoulder and said…

“GURL, YOU BETTA STOP CRYIN’ OR IMMA PUT U ON WORLD STAR HIP-HOP.”

Overwhelmed by everything in my surroundings, I said okay and watched/cried as Wale left the stage. He was gone. It was over. I walked back to my coworker and she asked if I was okay. I said yeah, and asked if she wanted to leave. We left and took a cab to the nearest McDonald’s.

As I’m eating a big mac, I can’t stop thinking about the man who said, “GURL, YOU BETTA STOP CRYIN’ OR IMMA PUT U ON WORLD STAR HIP-HOP.”

I stare at my burger and it says, “GURL, YOU BETTA STOP CRYIN’ OR IMMA PUT U ON WORLD STAR HIP-HOP.”

I walk outside and the night sky says “GURL, YOU BETTA STOP CRYIN’ OR IMMA PUT U ON WORLD STAR HIP-HOP.”

I stopped crying.

Thank you everyone for reading, love you!!

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P.S: Sorry, Rikki(ex-roomie)!

 

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