#Beyoncé doesn’t enter her crowd all the time and so if something did happen and she chose

[thelastattempt]

Trying to criticise Louis for a fan’s misbehaviour is low. Most fans are respectful. They touch but don’t go too far. The kind of people who sexualise barricade moments are really creepy to me. It says a lot on how they think about touch and connection. Many artists like to get close to their fans, they crowd surf, I see it fairly regularly at small gigs with alternative artists. I remember a couple of years ago, Beyoncé jumped onto her crowd and crowd surfed. It was a beautiful and iconic moment and fans were hopefully respectful and didn’t touch where they shouldn’t. It is an act of trust and when fans cross that boundary, it is not on the artist. That fan who bragged about gripping Louis’ neck and seemed to make Louis actually have to grasp for breath, that was wrong. Louis’ security got her hand away from Louis’ neck pretty quickly. The next show, Louis kept his head and neck a bit higher and security were extra vigilant about fans getting too close to Louis’ neck. So clearly that was a bit far. When a fan sexually assaulted Louis by touching his dick, that was wrong, that was crossing a boundary and he said it was too far, a bit weird as a way to address that it was too far. Louis going to barricade isn’t an invitation to assault him. As I said, most fans are respectful and Louis trusts his fans and enjoys the connection and emotion in being around people he trusts. Fans should know better and most do

‘Louis going to barricade isn’t an invitation to assault him.’ Absolutely, 100% agree.

I do think it’s also an important point to remember that a lot of artists go to barricade or have some sort of crowd interactions, you’re right anon. The Hives did it just last night.

And that ultimately, if lines are crossed then these barricade moments will simply stop. As they should in those circumstance.

[eyez-ff-blog]

○○ eyez | outtake three

June 25, 2014 – Miami Gardens

It was a little over two hours of pure energy; Jermaine was completely amazed as he was every time he got to see his mentor perform. And he was blessed enough to see him in his element alongside his wife—it was a love that J looked up to silently. Many people had their ‘relationship goals,’ but honestly he was working on his own. But if he wanted to take notes from anyone on how to make power moves and have an empire as a couple, there were no better two in his eyes than The Carter Family.

Ibrahim forced J to take a break—he had been spending the majority of the year working on his album, and with some reluctance he took the offer. A pair of tickets to Miami paired with some On the Run Tour passes were good enough, plus it gave him the chance to take Melissa on a vacation as well. The whole night was a pleasant time now that J looked back to before the show. He got to eat lobster and steak by the beach with his beloved. That wasn’t a bad way to spend an evening before a show.

But now he was backstage out of invitation and as usual, he was nervous. He never could really get all the way comfortable around Shawn; despite how good of friends they had become, there was still this sense of boundary and parental respect that Jermaine had for the man. Hell, the man was old enough to be his father—possibly, anyway—so he carried himself a little different in his presence. Or at least he felt as if he did so; most of the time it equated to him talking far too much.

“I know you’re still not nervous,” He glanced over at Melissa, who was peering up at him curiously before she smiled. “You’ve met him so many times before,” She said, and he shrugged.

“I can’t explain it, babe. I just still feel like that nigga he signed at 24,” He said, and she chuckled as she wrapped an arm around his torso.

“Well you’re 29 now. Puff that chest out and get in the game, champ,” She laughed as he gently pushed his hip against hers, entering the area where most of the crew were now working between breaking down the main stage and packing up the backstage area.

“J, what’s good man?” Jermaine glanced up at the sight of Shawn, nodding before the two dapped up and shared a quick hug. Shawn shared a brief embrace with Mel next before she got caught up in conversing with some of Bey’s dancers. The two men sat down on the nearby couch. “I was told you came out but I wasn’t sure—how’d you like the show?”

“Shit, amazing as usual,” J grinned before he rubbed the back of his neck. “I was kinda unsure about coming out because of work but I’m glad I got to see you, man. Shit was crazy being out in that crowd,” He explained.

“Oh, you working? On the new album, right? I wanna hear it soon,” Shawn said, and J gave a quick nod.

“Been working on it all year…damn near all last year too,” Jermaine had been in several working pockets, going from one extreme to the next to make sure that his third studio release would be as perfect as he wanted it to be. “It should be done soon enough, but I’ve lowkey been having a problem,” He began.

“A problem like?”

“Creativity. I feel…slumped,” Jermaine began. “Stuck in a rut, almost. Feels like I’ve been doing the sae shit every day. I’ve got some fire ass tracks, but then I got a lot of shit that sounds like Born Sinner. I don’t want that,” He explained.

“So you’ve hit a block,” Shawn assumed. “You needed this break, then. You can’t force shit, J. You actually taught me a little bit of that. Remember when you came through and showed everybody that the formula we all know doesn’t have to be that way? Go back to that and just trust your gut,” He responded.

“True. But you also know how I am—it gotta be perfect. I gotta make sure my moves are right. I learned that from you,” J almost sounded like a child, but he couldn’t help it at this point.

“That may be. But you know, sometimes something inspiring will come your way and take over you. That shit won’t be planned and it can’t be controlled. You gotta just ride with it, because it came to you for a reason. You gotta let go and let it happen,” Shawn nodded as an employee walked over and brought two cups along with a bottle of D’USSE.

“I swear you just be knowin’ shit,” J laughed to himself before Shawn poured two cups of the liquor, passing J one of the cups.

“I know shit because I learned it. You’re learning too, then you will know shit. Don’t even trip,” Shawn smiled before the two ‘toasted’ the cups, and took down the brown liquor with ease.

After sitting and talking to Shawn for a bit, Jermaine was back within the streets, heading back towards the nearby hotel with Mel linked with him. “Did you enjoy the show? I meant to ask,” He looked down at her as they walked through the still busy streets. People were still out and about, whether to go to one of the many concert after parties or to try to head back to their sides of town.

“I had a wonderful time. I have to thank Ib when we get back home,” Mel laughed softly before she laid her head against his shoulder. “Thank you for bringing me out here, baby. I really appreciate it,” She smiled up at him.

“No problem! No way I was gonna let you miss your queen Bey,” He laughed softly. He was convinced that every female in the world was somehow programmed to love Beyoncé to some degree—he couldn’t really blame them, though. The woman was loveable.

As they continued to walk, he found himself bumping into someone; he didn’t know who it was, but he caught her before she fell to the ground. Her pixie cut seemed to fit her slender face, and she was nearly miniature in size. “I’m so sorry,” She said as she stood up straight.

“Nah, you good. You alright?” He asked, and she nodded before he passed by her, grabbing Mel’s hand along the way. The couple continued their stroll down the street, not realizing the way the woman stared at them before she began her walk again.