It all worked out, the trip was excellent--which was probably a good thing for an over-planner like me to see. I guess things can workout with me over analyzing every second...CRAZY! However, there was one thing that I could have planned better--which was what show I was going to attend. No, not Broadway, but LIVE TELEVISION!
As a broadcast major, it was imperative that I see a live show. Unfortunately, I didn't realize you have to request tickets months in advance. The only show I was able to get tickets to so last minute is a show called "106 and Park". I bet your scratching your head...the what show? Exactly. It's a top 10 music video count down on a channel called BET (stands for black entertainment television). I actually like the show, but it definitely wasn't my first choice.
The whole event was pure entertainment. I walked into the CBS studio (like it said on the directions). I suddenly felt at home, pictures of Katie Couric, the news on, people in pant suites. I was so excited! I walked up to the front desk and asked where studio members go for 106 and Park. The gentleman behind the desk smiled and was all...um, that CBS studio is down the road.
So hilarious. Yep, still a little segregation. It had it's own CBS studio and what a change. Not this plush lounge or upper class feeling. In fact, I could tell I was at the right place before I walked in the building because there were a bunch of teenagers in brightly colored Nikes and durags.
THEN what was annoying is that the directions told you to show up at 3:30. Yeah, the show doesn't start until 6. They told me to get in line, but I finagled my way to the secretary and asked if I could "please just get my wristband now". She told me not to tell anyone (whoops), but I'm sure it helped that I was professional looking and only had one ticket and wasn't the typical annoying teenager. She told me to come back no later than 4:30.
I come back at 4:30 and there is this horrific line of teenagers. School musta gotten out. I felt so silly, but was so determined to see a live show. It was almost like a cultural experiment. I had to be the only white girl in line and the only one above the age of 20. The line was almost more entertaining than the show. It was full of "OMG, if I see Trey Songz I'm just gonna faint!" and "Oh no he didn't!" And lots of swear words...kids these days! Here's a poor picture of the sign from the line. I could barely bend my fingers so I didn't think it was worth trying to get another picture for fear my frozen fingers would snap in half.
The worst part was that they made us stay outside, in line for an hour and a half. SERIOUSLY? I couldn't feel my feet. December in NYC--what were they thinking? And the best part was the 'guards'. They were early 20 somethings thinking they were so cool telling this line of teenagers what to do. They took their job wayyy too seriously and were trying to flirt with the girls. It was comical! I almost left several times because I was so numb and frigid but then I just kept thinking, any minute now...any minute now.
Then when they finally let us in (only 10 at a time mind you...while being barked at by the overzealous guards) they herded us like cattle into this little room where they had us fill out release forms (which was a joke because they didn't check ID on anyone and you know most were under the supposed limit of 17).
We finally got to the set at like 5:50. It's funny how little sets are in person. They make it seem so much more magical on TV. I of COURSE got sat next to the same annoying girls I was in line by. What are the odds??!! They were the most obnoxious and loudest of the bunch. So much so, that 'security' had to come over several times and tell them to calm down.
I was the only one more interested in what cameras they were using, the mics, the teleprompter, the set. I did love being on a real show, even with all of the crap. They did have a good DJ that would play music during the breaks and the girls would get up and dance. But, it got old having to clap and cheer every couple of minutes. At first you're excited and you think it's fun to cheer, then by the end of the two hour show you want to just sit on your hands because they hurt from clapping.
There were some major R&B artists they had on that day. Bruno Mars, Trey Songz, P. Diddy himself and Young Joc all graced our presence. What was the best was that they would come over to my section of the crowd. The teenagers would start crying, screaming, stand up and wave their arms in hope of touching them. Of course the stars ate it up and would reach out to them and give fainting girls a hug. I just sat there and smiled at them. Sorry, but I think I'll just admire from afar...I feel no need to touch you. They all gave me a strange look like why aren't you dying to touch me as well? I'm sure they're not used to that. They probably thought "stuck up white girl!" So fun.
Sadly they wouldn't let us bring our phones or cameras to the set so I have no pictures...but plenty of good memories! Several people said they saw me on it a few times, but we don't have DVR so I never got to see it.
Now I'll never look at the show the same way again. Hopefully next time I can be on more of a professional show. Still glad I went though. Good times!





