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Dark Fantasy

News Writer | Sunday, November 17, 2013

Let’s play a game.
Imagine your feelings during one of the greatest moments in your life…”Amazing.” Now let’s say that you knew this moment would happen two months ahead of time. Feel like you could “Touch the Sky?” Then, as you’re counting down the weeks in anticipation, you find out two days before that it won’t happen. Think I’m “Heartless” right? Ok, “Guilt Trip,” you find out the next day that your moment will indeed happen, but in a little over a month. “The Joy” returns.
Pretty emotionally exhausting game right? Well it’s based on a true story. My “Pinocchio Story.” It all started when I found out in late August that Kanye West, the voice of our generation, was going on his first solo tour in five years and was stopping in Chicago on Nov. 9. I notified the “Clique” and got tickets mid-September. I felt like I was living one “Hell of a Life” and that nothing could “Bring Me Down.” But this is the part where it “All Falls Down.” As I counted down the days in anticipation, news broke late October that his tour may be postponed due to a truck accident that damaged his custom-made video screens. I waited for the “Bad News,” praying that “Jesus Walks” with me and prevents a postponement, but lo and behold, two days before the concert, the show in Chicago was postponed. “Welcome to Heartbreak.” But I knew Kanye would “Never Let Me Down” and sure enough he rescheduled his “Homecoming” concert to December. It was a “Celebration”
Now I know you must be thinking, “Twista had this on in The Source!” And “Isn’t this a little overboard for a concert?” No. Not when Kanye West is the topic of discussion. He is the man whose tours (Watch the Throne and Glow in the Dark) have been known to change lives and touch souls.
Not to mention the show is in his hometown Chicago where he’ll definitely be “Looking for Trouble” when “All of the Lights” hit him. Did I forget to mention that he brought Jesus on stage? Yes you read right, Jesus, in all “The Glory” and the “Power.” Lastly before I forget, King Kendrick Lamar is the opening act. That’s as “Real” as it gets so don’t kill my vibe.
I know 99% of you won’t understand or repost this, but for the 1% that will, I have one thing to say, “Yeezy season approaching.”
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