WACTAC threw the opening party, and, boy, do they know how to throw a party. Peanut Butter Wolf blessed the audience with a live set, breakers were breaking, and cyphers broke out all through the galleries. Later in the night, a young man overcame his trailer-park upbringing, stage fright, and melanin-deficiency to finally realize his dream of becoming the best freestyler in the city, destroying his bitter rivals and learning a few lessons about life, and love, in the process. Oh wait, that was sucky-ass 8 Mile… Hmmm… I don’t think I remember what went on at the party.
