All the Beautiful (but mostly slutty) Girls and their stripper pole boyfriends came out of the Dartmouth woodwork for Sean Kingston's UMD spring concert.
The (not so) much awaited performance sponsored by Campus Activities Board was a semi-success. Other schools get Kanye, Paramore or Fall Out Boy...UMD got Kingston and Blessid Union of Souls (they were big in the 90's with that song "Hey Leonardo"). Apparently, these bands were all CAB could afford, so the campus had to settle.
After a killer 65 minute set from Blessid, including their few singles and a Queen throwback, the Jamaican teen wonder and his hype man cleverly named "Hype King" took the small black stage.
Suddenly, all 575 audience members stood up or rushed the stage. Too small tube tops struggled to stay put, mini-skirts inched up bouncy legs and guys positioned themselves accordingly for their chicks to grind up on. Yeah, college kids at their absolute finest. Sean was only joined by his crowd pumping partner and a DJ. Right off the bat, the barely legal Biggie look-alike wasn't quite up to par. Assumably out of breath due to his teddy bear frame, he was just kind of walking back and forth, singing with the track every so often.
About 35minutes flew by and Sean was sneaking off stage and sending a peace face his fans' way. Left a little disappointed, the $20 ticket holders filed out next. As a tech worker, equipped with a backstage pass, my friends and I slipped behind the curtains and formed a line in front of the makeshift tent housing the "Take Me There" rapper.
Two at a time. One photo. One autograph.
We followed instructions and got another celeb pic for my ever growing collection. While trying to wrap my arms around the big man, it was clear he was not well--all sniffley, congested and wheezing. Aww, his invincible fame-immune system was tarnished by the flu of sorts. I told him to feel better, feeling like some sort of mother myself. Who else was around to care for him? The DJ? Hype King? No one.
I felt bad for snagging a photo at this point but still wished him well. On our way out, we stole the rest of his freebie food and drinks, bragged to those not fortunate enough to sneak a meet-and-greet, and lectured the head of CAB on who to get next spring. Magician Justin Kredible, crooner Jason Mraz. Who knows who we'll get, but I'll be there no matter what for a good star stalking time.
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