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KEN CARSON ,, DELUSIONAL
ATLANTA
Front row of the Ken Carson Chaos tour, it felt like a fever dream. The smoke machines cast large clouds over the stage, the bouncing rowdy crowd making the venue beyond hot. Along with being right next to the speakers, making it extremely loud - though apart from the total sensory overload, I'm in my element.
I jump with the crowd and rap along to the lyrics, bar for bar, occasionally even singing an adlib. I turn my phone around to record myself singing along, but before I knew it my phone was out of my hands.
I look up to see the Ken Carson leaning on the stage, my phone now in his hands as he stands back up straight to pace around stage, now recording himself. A large smile finds its way to my face at my luckiness, watching as he comes back over, handing my phone back to me, our hands grazing as he does so.
I swear I just felt sparks, I begin to think before cutting myself off - I need to stop being so delusional.
As soon as the concert ended I made my way outside, pushing my way to the front of the crowd all waiting for Ken. Everybody with similar hopes of a picture, signature, or maybe even a glance at the rapper. I wait against the railing for the man of the night, a buzz in the air from the concert.
Soon enough the dark-skinned man came out from the venue, a loud chorus of shouts being heard bringing an amused smile to the rappers face. He made his way along the railing, signing shirts, posters and even skin. He was getting closer towards me, so I held out the hoodie I had bought from his merch stand in preparation, watching as he moved to the next person - making eye contact with him.
God, I am delusional.
After signing a teenagers vinyl, he skips a few and comes straight to me, taking a part of the hoodie in his hands and adjusting the sharpie in his hands, glancing at me once more. "You the girl I took the phone from?" he asks, his accent strong. I nod with a smile, "You watched it yet?" he asked.
"No, not yet." I shake my head, watching as he takes his time writing down his signature before flipping the hoodie to the inside, quickly scribbling something inside too.
Why would he sign inside?
He gives me a small, leaning over my head to sign another shirt "Watch it." he says bluntly before continuing to move down the line.
I close the door of my Uber, opening my phone and taking my airpods out of my purse, my new hoodie resting in my lap. I put a airpod in and open my camera roll, clicking on the video.
It starts with me singing along to 'I need u', before the phone is taken from my hands. Ken comes into view, bopping his head and rapping a few lyrics into the microphone before he puts his hand down, bringing his face closer to the phone "You mad pretty" I hear faintly, just above the noise of the crowd.
I smile to myself, the video stopping. I furrow my brows, looking down at the hoodie. I fold it over to see the inside, a pattern of number scribbled in the gold ink from the sharpie.
So.. maybe I'm not delusional?
SHE SPEAKS!?
can we tell i like ken.... oops! this is the longest imagine so far and im honestly willing to do a part2 if anyone wants it :)))
wish this happened to me (i was seated and didnt even get to see him after :(( cry4me)
as always give requests plsss!! i got a few in my mind tho tehehe
