Let me preface this by saying that anything I write cannot do justice to the experience I had last night or the woman I am about to describe. But, I will do my best.
I attended the Mrs. Carter world tour last night. And I am truly blessed.
I spent a glorious two hours with a true diva inspiration. If you don’t love Beyoncé, you don’t have a soul. After last night’s concert, I can safely say that as far as I’m concerned, she’s the world.
The anticipation to this specific night began in February when my best friends from home and I bought our tickets to the first show of her two-night stint in the nation’s beautiful capital. However, I have been a fan ever since I can remember. So much so that freshman year a friend and I watched and re-watched the “Love on Top” music video in my Hardey dorm so much so that we memorized the choreography and danced perfectly in time with Beyoncé.
When last night finally arrived, we were all about to pop. The general admission ticket holders had been lined up around the corner since 9A.M. to get a spot as close to her shining weave as possible. We ate at a Mexican restaurant around the corner before the show – and it was really hard to contain ourselves:
We made our way to the Verizon Center and the crowd was an eclectic mix. Women in long dresses and high heels who had clearly gone all out to see Queen Bey were a stark contrast to my jean shorts, new white top from H&M and gold sandals I had painstakingly spent the night before picking out.
I had never heard of her opening act but he apparently has a Grammy nominated song under his belt. So, kudos, Luke James. But, really, we’re all here for one thing and one thing only: to ascend into Beyoncé heaven. And he was seriously keeping us on Earth.
Once Luke James stopped striping and gyrating the length of the stage, we awaited her majesty with open arms. To pass the time, the Wobble started playing and it was a movement of unified dance I had never experienced. Anxious Beyoncé lovers were warming up for what was about to be the most splendid few hours we would ever experience.
As the clock got closer to 9P.M., we had finally reached the moment we had all been waiting for. The lights went dark and we all stood there wondering how we would react when we caught the first glimpse of the woman we all wanted as a best friend.
“Now, repeat after me… Heeeeeeeyyyyyyy Mrs. Carterrrr!” And repeat we did.
Our seats were rather far away from the main stage, so you could say that I spent the night with a speck of Mrs. Carter. But that didn’t matter in the slightest because we were in the building and sharing greatness.
In a previous post, I had mentioned how I hoped to attain some sort of balance between my work life and my personal life. We all want this: to be able to work at something we love and be able to spend time with our friends and family doing things that make us happy. I got off work at 6P.M., changed out of my skirt into my shorts and hopped over to meet my friends for a night that literally transported us away from whatever was bothering us an hour before. Or in our case, five minutes before, when someone sitting behind me spilled beer all over my purse and someone else tried to tell us we had the wrong seats and had to move. THIS IS SECTION 404 AND WE’RE NOT LEAVING, PAL.
Once the night was over, I understood that Beyoncé loves you just the way you are and is grateful that you came to see her. We felt every single one of these emotions. We shared an evening that I will always remember – and when times get tough she knows. She’s been there. And she’s there to help. Any day, anyhow, with her sweet voice and dance moves that can make a freshman girl feel like she can do anything. We listened to her when she told us to throw everything we own in a box to the left. We believed her when she told us she could see our halo. We knew she meant it when she said we girls could run the world.
As my friend Caroline standing next to me aptly put it, Love. Peace. Beyoncé. And that’s all you’ll really need.