If you haven’t for the majority of the tour, go back and re-read Jeff Rosenthal’s recaps of Rihanna’s 777 Tour. One, it’s well written. Two, and more importantly, all hell has supposedly been breaking lose. And to make matters worse, everyone has no choice but to endure whatever happens. Because, you know, they’re kind of on Rih’s ticket.
For the record, nothing seriously bad has happened. No injuries. No sicknesses. None of that. It’s just Rihanna is apparently is even bigger of a pop star than one would be led to believe. Nevermind the fact most of the fans and journalists coined to join Rih Rih on this seven day, seven country, seven show tour haven’t seen her since the very first moment when she had the plane on 100,000 passing out champagne and the whole nine. It’s the fact they’ve slept basically none, haven’t had the chance to really tour the destinations they stop in and basically felt left out of Rih’s whirlwind global excursion.
In other words, well, it seems like they’re getting Rockstar Life 101. Life at the top is a lonely place, or so I hear. Streakers on a plane? Everyday life in some circles.
There’s more to be discussed, but the point cannot be stressed enough. Go back and re-read those re-caps. Part of me knew something like this would occur given the fact the goals seemed to be too far fetched for what a tour regiment normally dictates. Regardless, a free trip around the world isn’t a bad consolation prize, right?
Plus, according to Jeff’s last installment, they seem to be adjusting just fine while Madam Rih-Rih frolics and does her own thing anyway.