The Gay Guy

From the moment I knew I was going, I knew this show would not disappoint.

So much so, that the countdown to it involved me and Vitor emailing each other everyday about the previous night show. Had she sung a new song yet?!( Yes, in Paris thank god!). Who is supporting her (Someone unknown)?! What was the set list?!

What if Kelly and Michelle turned up?!

I have never been so excited for a show before. There has been this air of legendary status around Beyonce. I mean, who else can sell out a world tour without a new album these days? From the Superbowl performance, to the teasers of new music and advertisements, this woman can and will blow you away! Fortunately, the time came where we found ourselves back at The O2, unaware of how much this would blow our minds.

As always, we hit the Sky Backstage bar before the show for a few drinks and clock watch until the arena doors opened… We thought we bumped into our Queen B a couple of times en route though…

Sadly, it was only a cardboard cut-out and a fan with Beyoncé-inspired hair. We felt cheated.

Once inside the arena though, we knew we were in for the real deal. We met up with Sham, Ben and Ollie and grabbed a spot near the front of the stage…. and the countdown began…

As the arena filled up, the support act came and went (His name was Luke James, and looked like he was dressed as a priest), and the build up kept going until the lights dropped to darkness…

What happened next can only be described as a two hour Beyonce-tornado of hits, ass shaking, live singing and dance moves that put all the other pop-stars to shame.

Literally, we thought we were prepared for what was about to hit us… Boy, we were wrong!

When Beyonce has glitter and confetti, she has to have it bigger and better than anyone else.

It was like someone throwing a bucket of water over your head. It was everywhere. In my socks, my shorts, even my underwear!

I can’t really describe to you how amazing this concert was, because I am still trying to digest exactly what I went through in those two hours. I screamed at the Superbowl performance, I lost my mind when the tour was announced, and then to be 30 meters from this legendary artist was too much! It certainly went above and beyond anything I could possibly imagine… to the point where I turned to Vitor and was pinching myself to make sure I wasn’t imagining it. 

When V and Sham asked what it was like compared to P!nk’s show the week before (That write up is coming!), I simply said ‘you cannot compare it, it was a completely different show musically and performance wise!’

Beyonce came, she shaked, she sang, she killed us.

I think the smile sums that up…