D.C.'s Wale wrestles with fame and anxiety

He has a name for his fits, his rants, his nano-tantrums. He calls them "Wale moments," and he's about to have one right now, pacing the green room in blue jeans and black socks, unable to decide which Nikes to wear on national television. "This is the kind of pressure you feel when you have an album coming out tomorrow!" he declares. A throw pillow gets thrown. Poof. A Wale moment.