I’m curious, does anyone know if it’s possible to jump the shark on yourself? Somebody get The Fonz on the line for a little clarification on the matter, because I’m trying to figure out whether Bebe Rexha just killed her blink-and-you-missed-it singing career or cemented herself on a track t0 mini-pop star status when she ripped her audience new assholes without lube at a pre-Grammy event on Thursday night. It’s a 50/50 proposition, right?
According to Too Fab and probably everyone with a cell phone
unfortunate enough to be in the audience at the Spotify event who texted “this bitch” to their friends during the show, Bebe threw a Veruca Salt-sized tanty when those in attendance didn’t sing along to her hit song “Meant To Be“. Bebe was in a lineup for “up and coming singers” along side Due Lipa and others when her knickers got twisted and she went off because she wasn’t down with the lackluster crowd participation.
When Bebe took the stage, she began belting out her Grammy-nominated track featuring country duo Florida Georgia Line, but when the crowd of music industry folk didn’t sing back to her, she cut the music and let ’em have it.
“This song was No. 1 for 50 fucking weeks,” she said sternly into the mic after ordering her band to stop the performance. “You know what? I work too fucking hard for this bullshit, okay?”
The 29-year-old singer then turned her sights to her mother, who was in the audience, and said, “My mom is like, ‘Please calm down.’ Mom’s like, ‘Please calm down.’ I love you, Mom. I’m calming down. I’m calming down.”
But Bebe’s rant continued, and she mocked whoever would call her a “bitch” for going off on an unenthused crowd.
“I worked too hard for this moment,” she said. “I’m from Staten Island, New York, and I’m standing on this stage right here at Spotify, thank you very much. Call me whatever the fuck you wanna call me. ‘Cause I’m a girl? Yes. I’m a big bitch right now. Go ahead! You’re gonna sing the fucking words if you know the fucking song. I don’t care.”
Bebe then looked to her band and said, “Let’s do it again, please. Thank you.”
Honestly, I’m shocked that she has a live band, who were clearly in their happy places with the mantra “a check is a check, a check is a check” during Bebe’s little outburst. Also, I was kinda here for Bebe with her calling out the married NFL player who was hitting her up and the thicc girl pride she was spouting. But… I think she lost me here.
This reminds me of the time that Apple and U2 thought it would be a good idea to plant U2’s album on everyone’s phone without permission. Bitch, I don’t want to listen to U2 every time I turn on my Bluetooth, and if I was a catering waiter at that Spotify pre-Grammy gig, I sure as shit wouldn’t be singing along to that crap “Meant To Be” either. Stop telling me how to live my life! Sit down, Bebe.
Lucky for us, everything exists on cell phone video these days, so here you go: