Last night: 07.11.2008
7:30pm
Friday night's Chris Brown & Rihanna concert @ Acer Arena has more people outside the stadium than inside.
Teeny Boppers in their packs racing around screaming at the sight of familiar faces, lining up for a large chips and coke, or for the overprotected/hermit/simply socially inadequate ones; towing their mum/dad to the food checkout, the merchandise checkout, and the entering doors.
I am feeling some what a little old until I spot other couples that possibly could be in the same situation as I- going to rnb concerts in their 20s because life didnt exist before the hsc.. well it still doesnt actually
-- speaking of the young, perhaps it is just past hsc? there is an awful lot of exhausts and horns i would like to rip off the passing vehicles tonight. Then again, who am I to speak? I know boys my age who still want their cars to sound like garbage trucks on speed.
Where was I.. Concert. Its the first time Im placing my ass down on the dark red flip down cushioned seats here. Last time I was here- I glance down at the accumulating mosh 3 rows in front of me- I was in chucks and fluoro short shorts staring up at Justin Timberlake sweating like a pig. I must admit though, he put on quite a show.
Tonight I am seated elegantly not too far from the stage away from the pubescent pushing sweating bodies down there. To appreciate my location I have strapped myself in over 10cm of black gladiator heels, and a mini boob tube dress.
The damn show takes a while to start and Im pondering staggering back to the carpark to get my camera. While stalking up the stairs already pissing with spilt drinks, I enter the foyer to be stereophoned "the show will now start, please take your seats". Damnit. Pondered for too long again. I swear I spend more time being indecisive and pondering and procrastinating than actually doing anything.
So back in my seat, and its getting dark. A little and the girls are screaming at the top of their lungs down the front barricade so its assumed there has been some sort of movement on stage. Or maybe not. Slight light changes cause screams too.
The show starts with "CB" himself only. This is not a fair go on my opinion. How could Rihanna compare after him? Yet to see.
He is not bad. Ok, understatement (maybe due to the mindset tonight as I flicked through his program to find he is 18years old). He is good to great. His dancing is effortlessly impressive, though modest apparently compared to what he can actually do, he includes a Michael Jackson tribute which is awesome despite MJ's freakshowness in my mind, and last but not least, his live voice is surprisingly damn good. So similar to the album I almost suspected lip syncing!
Midshow hes on what resembles a flying saucer with pink LEDs and steam shooting up and down! Not only is this awesome disc tipping back and forth while CB and his 2 dancers slide around, it is in the back middle of the stadium! SCORE for my seats. Just when my short attention spans from staring at CB coping well with the tipsy floor to the roping, engineering and machinery of the actual stage, him and his boys rip their shorts off! Well that worked well; my attention is back on him, and this time its more like ogling. I scream at the top of my lungs with the rest of the crowd.. because it just seemed appropriate at the time, and he's off gyrating the rope/pole in front of him while singing Take You Down. Since when did this kid get so raunchy? Whatever it was, it was working well, for someone who's not even legally an adult in their own country to drink etc. The observation settles back in after the hype and he's quite a stocky boy, aint he. He's got the wide deep chest, fair amount of tattoos that dont look like they have much sentimental value (what value? he's 18), and the not-too-cut-but-there-abs. His dancers on the other hand are lean mean fit machines. But so what? theyre just dancers. THAT is CB- Underaged breaking krumping singing gyrating machine!
Anyway, I have to cut this short as I am awfully behind.. (Or is it in front? I mean I have just started learning the course).. on my studies. Exam on Tuesday and Wednesday and am absolutely clueless. Ah the life of a uni student. Well maybe not 99.5% of the students in my course anyway. They all live and sleep with their textbooks.. Sexually.
Anyway anyway, Rihanna: In short, without the lights, lasers, fire, electric guitars, backup singers, rope swing, and.. well that dominatrix superbad costume- she'd be nothing but a yodelling ferret in skimpy undies and a pushup bra.
Oh did I mention she ran off stage "sick" unable to close the show?
I would be too if I were her- sick or not-
After CB appeared no one seemed to notice anyway.