MAUVE Rita Ora
OH MY I can t perform in heels. I would bust my face open on stage and we don t want that. ORA!
RITA ORa U.K. SONGSTRESS. BAD ASS VOCALS. Rita Ora needs a moment. The 21-year-old Brit isn t finished prepping for tonight s performance at Emirates Stadium where she ll be opening for a little band called Coldplay. She s just had her golden ringlets attended to, inhaled some fragrant vapors from a bong-like device that soothes her vocal cords, touched up her lips (M.A.C. Russian Red), and lamented the fact that one of her multi-colored velvet fingernails has chipped off. Pulling a varsity letterman s jacket over her pale pink satin nightgown, Rita steps out of her dressing room onto the mezzanine level of the enormous sports complex. She watches silently as the first wave of 70,000 fans begin dashing toward the stage where she will soon be performing. This being London, a light drizzle begins to fall and tiny umbrellas start popping up on the distant stadium floor. One person slips, falls, and gets wheeled away by medical staff. This place is packed, Rita says to herself. I ve gotta go down there soon. I get nervous before shows and then I m just like, OK let s go, she explains later. It s like, you can t fuck it up now cause everybody s watching you. It s more of a rush like an adrenaline high. Back in the dressing room Rita s old friend and stylist, Kyle, helps her with final preparations before taking the stage. I m like a dude, Rita says,
Roc the Life lyrics My way through London, Americana The persona, it's primadonna I kick the motherf-cker to the cizzurb Yeah, I'm crazy, I'm bizarre I'm off the chain, you gotta love it I can't express enough, how bad I want it Maybe one day, I'll live there Beyond the stars, I can see it I broke my pick-up hanging With diamonds in the air You can hate this all you want But you'll notice everywhere Don't hate, don't hate my mind You're just a waste of time You'll be watching from the sideline While I roc the life li li la la li li life While I roc the life li li la la li li life While I roc the life
MAUVERita Ora
I can t perform in heels. I would bust my face open on stage and we don t want that. OH MY ORA!
RITA ORa U.K. SONGSTRESS. BAD ASS VOCALS. Rita Ora needs a moment. The 21-year-old Brit isn t finished prepping for tonight s performance at Emirates Stadium where she ll be opening for a little band called Coldplay. She s just had her golden ringlets attended to, inhaled some fragrant vapors from a bong-like device that soothes her vocal cords, touched up her lips (M.A.C. Russian Red), and lamented the fact that one of her multi-colored velvet fingernails has chipped off. Pulling a varsity letterman s jacket over her pale pink satin nightgown, Rita steps out of her dressing room onto the mezzanine level of the enormous sports complex. She watches silently as the first wave of 70,000 fans begin dashing toward the stage where she will soon be performing. This being London, a light drizzle begins to fall and tiny umbrellas start popping up on the distant stadium floor. One person slips, falls, and gets wheeled away by medical staff. This place is packed, Rita says to herself. I ve gotta go down there soon.
Roc the Life lyrics My way through London, Americana The persona, it's primadonna I kick the motherf-cker to the cizzurb Yeah, I'm crazy, I'm bizarre I'm off the chain, you gotta love it I can't express enough, how bad I want it Maybe one day, I'll live there Beyond the stars, I can see it I broke my pick-up hanging With diamonds in the air You can hate this all you want But you'll notice everywhere Don't hate, don't hate my mind You're just a waste of time You'll be watching from the sideline While I roc the life li li la la li li life