A few months back, two of my friends, let’s just call them L and V, asked me to go to a Rusko concert with them. I had no idea who Rusko was and why I was spending thirty something dollars on him but I thought the experience of going to a concert with L and V alone was worth it.
On the day of the concert, I wasn’t as excited as my friends were but I was curious as to what the atmosphere would be like. I’ve been to plenty of live band concerts before but I’ve never been to a dubstep concert. My friends warned me that yes, there will be people poppin’ drugs and warned me not to wear a cardigan for it will get lost in the crowd. We parked and walked towards terminal 5…and my jaw dropped. First of all, we were the only people that actually dressed normally. Secondly, all of them looked like they were still in high school, which they probably were. Lastly….we were the only people that actually dressed normally. I’ll give you a taste of how the ladies dressed:
Yes. Boots with the fur. Horror come to life.
My expression said it all: Are you kidding me?
My friends encouraged me and told me it would be fun so I believed them. V joked and said maybe I’d find a man at the concert. Ha ha, real funny!
Anyway, we got in and DJ Magic something or whatever his name was (the opening act) was performing. I went straight to the bar and ordered myself my stoli ras and sprite to calm my nerves. Was I nervous? Yes! Why? I don’t know! After he finished (he was actually quite good), a few minutes passed and the huge letters that spelled out R-U-S-K-O lit up, making the crowd go wild. The energy around me was addicting and I couldn’t help but get excited as well.
V and I were always near the weirdest people, including a big dude that was spazzing out by himself lookin’ like he was going through some sort of seizure or the guy that pushed me so hard because he was so high (don’t worry, I pushed him back real hard) or the INSANE blonde girl that kept putting her hair in V’s face while pushing her into a corner. I mean…everyone was out of their MINDS but whatever.
During the concert, I heard a familiar tune and my heart rate started going double time. I knew the tune and I thought, “wait…no way…” Through my peripheral, I saw L point at me and V look at me saying something and then…I heard it…the familiar whistle…the gruff voice…of DMX. I wasn’t on drugs but people would definitely have mistaken me for being on something because I went CRAAYYYYYYY-ZYYYYY. I mean, I was enjoying myself before but after he mixed my hype song “Party Up (Up in Here)”, I was SOLD. Sold, I tell ya!
By the end of the concert, I was sweaty, wet because people went wild and spilled their water and/or beer on me and smelled like weed (because everywhere I was, someone was blowing smoke in my face blegh) but that was the best time I had in a long time. I shouted, I danced, I went mental and it was so much fun. Overall, a wonderful time. Definitely glad that I went. Something everyone should experience at least once in their lives.
This is the “before” picture, when we were lookin’ fly.
If you only saw the “after” picture….
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