"They tell me don't trust a woman in this industry,
But she not any woman, more like a sacred friend to me."
Ahhhhhh Chingy. Beautiful beautiful Chingy.
What a lucky woman she is to be your 'sacred friend'.
***shaking my head
My super spunky and uber cool friend Dom Tronic and I actually went to the Chingy ‘concert’ when he was in Melbourne a couple of months ago.
*note: we did not PAY for the tickets
The venue was on the emptier side of half full and there were a bunch of total specimens in the room.
We waited through two support acts for the Chingster: one young Islander dude with an acoustic guitar, who played a beautiful few original tracks – but not very chingalicious. The second support act – oh where to begin?! A seven piece local hiphop group who rapped in american accents, mimed some of the singing bits, had an overweight Asian dude who seemed to think he actually WAS Lil Jon interjecting random lines here and there, and a girl crumping on the corner of the stage for what appeared to be no reason at all.
After being told nearly ten times that Chingy would be coming on soon – a good 2 and a half hours after we arrived, we were finally told excitedly by the MC that Chingy was “IN THE BUILDING!” but would be at least another 15 minutes because he was eating kfc out the back with his entourage. Way to squash some stereotypes.
We left before the Chingster even came out on stage in favour of getting the last tram home and not wasting $12 each on a taxi.
Can someone please tell me what the HELL is up with this cat's ears?
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