Looks like all those weeks spent grounded in my room in high school, memorizing rap lyrics, finally payed off. Thanks mom and dad.
Once a month, Whit and I used to hit up HHK NYC, or hip hop karaoke. This is not your run of the mill, get drunk, read the screen, scream at the top of your lungs karaoke. This is the real deal. Think 8-Mile mom's spaghetti scene. Tons of people, one huge stage, DJ, MC, instrumental tracks, the works.
I always told Whit that before I left NYC I would take the stage. Needless to say, I never got up the courage to rhyme in front of all those people.
Present day, unexpectedly back in NYC, I get an email notification that HHK is happening Friday October 15. It's fate, right? I have always said if I had the balls to do it, I'd do Outkast Da Art of Storytellin, which is no easy feat.
So I get home from work, lock myself in the kitchen, wooden spoon microphone and all, and start practicing. After practicing my dream song, I then try out an easier song, thinking it might be easier to get on stage in front of all those people. It won't. Go big or go home.
I get to signup early, run to Digs (the MC/host) and ask to sign up early before I loose my nerve. He tells me not to freak out, "you sign up, get some drinks, then it's much easier". I inform him I don't drink. He says he doesn't know what to tell me then. I sign up. I am #27. I haven't eaten since lunch in hopes that I won't puke on myself. Stage fright is a real thing people.
Keiji, Luke, and Meranne come. I am sweating and shaking and have never been so nervous/petrified in my whole life. I am holding the lyric sheet so tightly my knuckles are white. I don't look it over, as I don't need to, but it's somehow comforting. As #26 takes the stage I can't feel my legs. Keij and Luke tell me to use the anxious energy to rock out. I tell them I might use that energy to projectile vomit on the crowd.
"Kelly to the stage." Oh shit. Here goes nothing. I make my way up on stage and Digs says, "oh this girl has been waiting all night". People are giving me doubting looks, and one guy yells that I look like an angry mom. Cool. I politely tell him I am not a mom and I am not angry. I am too nervous to tell him what I really think. Wex drops the beat. I start off super shaky. I know that if I can get through the first half of the first verse, I'll make it. Once my nerves calm, I bust it out. People are sort of stunned. The crowd is excited. I am about to pee my pants. But I finish. And as I'm trying my hardest to quickly exit the stage, Digs tells me I "killed it". It's the best feeling I've ever had! Luke and Keiji are going nuts, I am so happy they are there!
Once outside Mercury Lounge, Keij asks how I feel. I tell him I am hungry, still can't feel my legs, but that I feel good because that is the hardest thing I've ever done. He looks at me because I'm ridiculous and says, "Kells, you just rode your bike all the way across the country, and Hip Hop Karaoke is the hardest thing you've ever done?"
As Keiji likes to say, my upswing continues.