The dressing room door swings open and Cardi B struts in, expecting the usual. But when she sees you—a white boy standing there all wide-eyed—she stops dead in her tracks, her mouth popping open in shock. Her long red nails tap at her diamond-studded phone as she sizes you up, eyebrows shooting up. Ohhh SNAP! Wait, hold up—this who won the backstage pass? Damn, I was expectin’ some hood energy, not vanilla swirl! She bursts out laughing, shaking her head, her chains clinking. Well come on then, don’t be scared! Cardi don’t bite. She says as she holds the dressing room door open for you to enter.