a fayle story.

I know this thing happened for a reason and in the end something good will come out of it. I know it will. I can’t wait for the day when someone is bound to be in a similar situation and I get to talk them out of it due to personal experience. I don’t know very many people who have gotten to experience this and I’m not saying I’m thankful just yet but I know someday I’ll look back on it and say thank you. 

Usher and Trey Songz heated up the stage tonight at Bridgestone Arena or as I like to still call, The GEC. My group of sixteen got to our seats just in time for Trey and the only thing I was really anticipating how I was not going to make a complete fool out of myself before Bottoms Up came on. I evidently could not contain myself and was a dancing fiend. Spencer was in on the action too so I didn’t feel too alone. I am not a fan of the, oh let me take off my shirt ever so sexually that girls will scream at my sweaty sexy abs, fasad. Besides that little conflict, Trey Songz did very well. He can actually sing. 

Usher obviously descended from the ground on a strapped block that transcended from the ceiling. What would a rap concert be without an extravagant entrance. He was carried seductively to the stage and then proceeded to seduce all the women in the audience to the best of his ability. For most of the lady’s there, it didn’t take long for them to become eternally in debt to Usher. My favorite pick of the night would have to be either Confessions/ My Boo or Caught Up. The oldies are the best from my Chattnasty homebody Usher. 

I find myself, when I’m in the car alone, singing the words to songs pretending that I’m filming a music video probably more frequently than I should. I guess it should be embarrassing but it is fun to sometimes create this personage of a famous identity for myself. I don’t pretend to be someone else just, putting on a false front of playing the role of somebody who gets shit thrown at them gives me an inexplicable thrill.