How I Ended Up Back Stage at Machine Gun Kelly

How I Ended Up Back Stage at Machine Gun Kelly

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There I was sitting on a couch in a pitch-black room. This wasn’t just any room. This was Machine Gun Kelly’s dressing room. There I was with six other people, including the popular rapper. My friend was whispering something in awe, but I was trying to figure out how my night led me to this exact spot at this moment. Rewind the scene to five o'clock. We arrived at Marathon Music Works in Nashville for a meet and greet with Machine Gun Kelly. Outside the venue was a ridiculous line of people hanging around. I ran up to the box office just in time to make it inside for my photo op.

How did we get the meet and greets to a sold-out show you might ask? i106.7 was the only radio station in Nashville giving away exclusive VIP passes, and I came to acquire these passes. Stay on top of your radio game, people.

Anyways, we stood around during a simple sound check waiting for the man of the night to arrive. I’m not sure what was going on, but I’m pretty sure MGK entered our space on three different occasions before he decided he was ready to do the fastest photo op of my life. We quickly went down the line taking a picture and getting escorted out. Personally, I had never thought twice about him until I saw him face to face and my-oh-my does he have a gorgeous smile. He said something to my friend along the lines of ‘You’re hot’ and we were escorted back out into the lobby.

Let’s speed up to 8 PM when the show was supposed to begin. HINT: The show didn’t start until 8:30 PM. When we walked into the main concert space someone grabbed us and directed us to make our way to the brand new Tito’s Vodka lounge. This is where we spent the bulk of the night mingling with people from all over who came just to see MGK. There were rumors flying of Kid Rock and Yelawolf. Someone snagged a picture of Upchurch the Redneck. I knew it was about to be some type of night. Finally, the warm-up appeared. I still can't figure out who it was, but damn I was digging it.

Then it happened.

“Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o, I’m a wild boy fuck an eighth I need o’s.”

The crowd collectively lost their shit. It was like a whirlwind. MGK ran around the stage and jumped on top of things. He played guitar. He sang. He rapped. He slayed. Nothing could ever ruin that performance for me. I sang my heart out and jumped around. I made friends I will never forget. Everyone in the lounge was puffing and passing, buying each other drinks, and having an all-around good time. Generally, everyone at that show was the opposite of asshole, which was crazy to me. We sang along to “Bad Things.” We got hype to “Trap Paris.” Then as quickly as it began, the show suddenly ended. Machine Gun Kelly wasn’t even off of the stage before the lights came on. I heard that he was in pain by the end due to a broken sternum.

We decided to finally filter out with the rest of the crowd when security stopped us. Suddenly we were being asked to go backstage and were getting quickly escorted back. The door opened on this lounge with couches, chairs, a shooting arcade game, and framed band posters all over the walls. There stood Machine Gun Kelly, shirtless, saying something about how the shrooms were hitting too hard. I’m not one to get star struck so I ended up making friends with someone named Little Foot, I know, and we were playing the arcade machine. I lost every single time, and I still swear it was rigged. MGK was on this artist deck smoking with tons of people, and I wasn’t sure what the next move was supposed to be.

Eventually, the posse filtered out, and then there were six. Two girls had shown up with some sort of cake and a trophy for selling out the tour. For those that don’t know me, I fucking love cake. So MGK gets super hyped up about the cake and starts asking us one by one if we want to see something. Well, duh. So we start heading towards his dressing room. At this point, I’m definitely the only sober person. So we go into the dressing room and turn all of the lights out. MGK pulls out his laptop and proceeds to tell us that he’s going to show us a new music video and a song that no one has heard yet. I’m not sure he even remembers showing this to us, but either way, I was there.

The video starts for “The Gunner” and I don’t want to be a jerk and tell the whole world what the video is about, but I’ll just say that I got a KGB feel, there are a lot of guns, and a very specific trench coat. The song is fire, and I wish I could listen to it over and over again already. So the lights come back on, this cake is sitting in the corner not being eaten and one girl ruins everything. One of the girls who brought the cake mentions something about face timing her sister and he gets pissed and tells her something along the lines of, “I’m just trying to chill right now, get out.” At the same time, some dude was trying to force us to eat special candies. Needless to say, then there were four. So it was my friend and I, along with Ronald McDonald & Company. I hate to be brutally honest about what she looked like, but damn.

The rest of the story isn’t that important. We were all chilling. MGK said some things about my southern accent, while Ronald & Company basically humped his leg, and we ended up dipping out because we weren’t the groupie types. As we walked out of the loading dock that night, we tried to figure out what had just happened and recount it over and over. So there you have it. Machine Gun Kelly showed me a brand new video and put on an amazing performance, and some random dude tried to make me eat drug candy. Oh, and for anyone wondering we never ate the freaking cake.

Bloom will be released on May 12. You can find tickets for the rest of his tour here.  

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