Today, I went to see Lil’ Wayne at an MTV concert on the beach.
It was insane.
We arrived around noon, thinking it wouldn’t be too crowded yet since Wayne wasn’t supposed to take the stage until two, but we were wrong. There were already about 300 or 400 people out there, so we have to try and squeeze our way into the crowd. I had been there for about 20 mins, when a friend of mine arrived and I had to leave the crowd in order to get her to where the rest of us were standing. I almost didn’t make it back through.
There are a number of girls on the shoulders of guys, most of them in their swimsuits. Someone starts a chant.
“Show your boobs! Show your boobs!” the guys chant toward a girl in a jersey with her swimsuit underneath.
She won’t do that, I thought to myself. But she did. She wasn’t the only one that day. Girls were showing their breasts and making out with one another at the request of the crowd. It was such a weird experience, being around drunk girls with no self-respect. All of those chicks are going to end up on YouTube and God only knows where else because every guy around them had their camera out, directing right at their exposed chests.
Lil' Wayne picture I took at a spring break concert 3.12. 09
An hour later, we’re still standing outside, not even pretending to have interest in whatever games they are playing onstage. It’s getting late and it’s so hot I am convinced I will see Satan at any moment. I make a friend in the guy standing to my right. His name is Grant and he’s from Michigan on Spring Break with a friend. He doesn’t think it’s fair that my hometown is the one with all the free concerts. He drove 15 hours to party on the beach.
As we are trading the normal information, something wet falls down on us. I can only hope it was beer because there was a bottle of urine thrown at someone later on in the day, but I wasn’t near that, I just heard about it from a few friends who were.
After the stuff is thrown, I look to my right and see some guys nodding their head, having reached some kind of agreement. All of the sudden we’re all pushed forward. They’re rushing the crowd! When they stop, we’re all so smushed together that I can’t move. The guy behind me is shirtless and sweaty. I can feel his wet skin against the my arms and thank God I’m wearing a backpack, so my butt isn’t on his crotch. They rush the crowd a few more times later and it always ends up with everyone mashed together so tight we can’t breathe anything but body heat.
Right when you walk into the crowd, there are distinct smells. Beer. Alcohol. Marijuana. Cigarettes. Black & Milds. Sweat. Sweaty deordorant. Cologne. Perfume. It’s all too much to bear with my allergies.
By 2:30, I’m closer to the stage, but I’m feeling a little faint. I made the mistake of not eating and I forgot to bring my water. I’m slowly dehydrating out here and an ambulance won’t be able to get anywhere near me. My friend is feeling the same because she made the same mistakes. Guess that’s why we’re friends; we’re a lot alike. Wayne was supposed to perform at 2, but he’s nowhere to be seen.
During this whole time, my a lot of people have been basically stroking my hair by accident, I hope, and it’s been
Pic I took of Lil' Wayne playing the guitar 3.12.09
kind of annoying, but my hair is long and I hadn’t brought anything to wrap it up. A guy gets his sunglasses caught in my hair.
“I’m sorry, my sunglasses are caught in your hair–I mean you’re weave,” he says, trying to pull them out.
“This is actually my hair, so it will hurt if you pull it out,” I reply, trying to get my hair out of his sunglasses.
“Oh, this is your hair? I’m sorry,” he looks at me as if I have been lying.
“Black girls can’t have long hair?” I say, taunting him.
He laughs, “It’s really nice. I’m sorry.”
I am able to break free of his glasses.
My sister is standing next to me when a fight almost breaks out. My sisterly instincts take over and I start trying to stop it because if any of these guys hit my sister, I might be fighting some big dude before I know what I”m doing. A friend of hers came along with us and he is nowhere to be found, having pushed his way all the way to the front row.
Around 3:30, Kid Cudi comes out. He’s the opening act for Lil’ Wayne. No one is interesting. Everyone just stands around until he sings Day N Night. Everyone has heard that single and they proceed to join in and try to have a little fun. Cudi starts talking about remixes of his song and Jim Jones surprises us by coming out and singing his verse of the remix. Jim Jones performed yesterday, but I had some school things to take care of, so I wasn’t there for that part.
When Cudi leaves, we are forced to pretend to be crunk for cameras while a voiceover announces artists who have already come, like Cudi, and one that hasn’t, Lil’ Wayne. The crowd is getting restless and they begin chanting.
“This is bullshit! This is bullshit!” they yell.
The DJ starts playing really good music and about 1,000 screaming fans are rocking to the beat and singing along. We start to get real energetic and I’m not feeling so sick anymore, but I’m still sick. My head is throbbing by this point.
Finally, at 4:06, two hours after he was promised to have come out, Lil’ Wayne makes his way to the stage and the crowd goes crazy. He sings about five songs, shaking his dreads and getting the crowd hype. He plays the guitar and we are the first audience to hear him perform his new song, Prom Queen.
It was such a good performance and we got were having so much fun. We forgot about the four-hour wait and the unsavory company we’ve had to keep. Wayne was worth the wait, and I’m not even that big of a fan. It was crazy, I was dead tired, I complained more in one day than I ever have in my life, but I had fun. That’s what spring break’s all about. Experiences.