First, she sang a beautiful rendition of “Boo’d Up” in a couture version of the Tommy Hilfiger metallic windbreaker that our moms said wasn’t worth the money. See, mom? It was. It totally was.
For her second performance, she sang “Trip,” a slow jam that made me want to awkwardly sway back and forth in a middle school gym while leaving enough room for Jesus between me and my sweaty parter. And she sang it in front of a chain link fence with a smoke machine just like they used to in music videos of yore.
In February, Vibe described Mai as “kindred to R&B heartthrobs of the ‘90s, who flooded the radio airwaves with soulful ballads, baby-making tunes, and heart-wrenching break-up anthems.”
