waking up for nicki minaj
Having spent the last few Fridays doing the more sensible thing and sleeping in, the withdrawal symptoms from that 5 a.m. cup of coffee and early-morning adrenaline were starting to kick in.
With my New York departure date fast approaching, one last show was a necessary feat, and with a star known for her NYLON-pink aesthetics, I figured I’d try out Minaj for size.
Having trial and error-ed various ways of getting to the Central Park stages, I’d now perfected my route and entrance strategy, and was met at the gate by my new BFF- ABC’s events co-ordinator.
Ushering me in to V-VIP, I felt slightly out of place and slightly more underdressed, among the hoards of pink wigs, false lashes and cleavage-enhancing bodysuits.
Squeezing myself in among the bootie-shaking dolls, I scored my spot among a cheery and chanting crowd.
A more breathable temperature than of late, morning moods seemed to be in high spirits and there was less of the elbow-shoving of previous as we awaited Super Barbie.
When she arrived on stage for sound check with all 4 foot 11 of her coated in a turquoise print get-up (note, matching top, skirt, leggings and boots), I knew I was in for a treat with the real deal performance.
Appearing on stage in a skimpy Sporty Spice style crop top, PVC rainmac and graffiti leggings, she lived up to her fashion-forward rep.
The rapstress put on a flawless performance- albeit a minor wardrobe malfunction, giving the crowd perhaps a little more than she’d intended- she showed not only passion in her music but also admiration for her fans.
Nip-slip over, and hidden rather well with her surprised facial expressions and snarling smile appearing throughout the show, she continued to jump about with her Barbies and backing singers, around a stage dotted with glittery mushrooms and inflatable throne.
Sadly that marked the end of my GMA-morning ‘ventures, but the bootie-bouncing, Barbie-brilliance and glamorous get-up made it quite the finale.
Even though I’m sure my body clock is going to appreciate the break, Minaj, you made my morning.–ALICE TATE