Well, strap in, because I’m going to tell you all about this — Beyoncé’s most recent concert. Yes, THE Beyoncé Concert. Wait a second, I almost didn’t watch this, but… let’s be real, who am I kidding? Once the queen sets foot on that stage, you are DONE.
So, imagine this: you’re scrolling your Twitter feed (like we do), you know, minding your business, when BOOM, the timeline is on FIRE. Beyoncé Concerts clips galore. Everyone screaming, crying, losing their minds simultaneously. And you’re just like, “Um, why is my feed suddenly full of this woman, again?” And then you see it. The stage. The lights. The dancers. That voice. Holy. Freaking. Cow.
(She may literally be a space alien.) I don’t even know if she’s a real person at this point. Really pretty much party more or less to the pickin’ a whole lot more train and on that note — HOW DOES ONE PERSON KEEP DOING THIS TO THE UNIVERSE? She’s no joke, her energy is otherworldly. And she knows it. I swear, Beyoncé evolves with every new concert she releases. Is she a wizard? Are we sure she’s human? The fact that she just whisks you into another dimension, just to flash her pearls, is… I’m really not sure if I should be frightened or amazed.
But fine, let’s get out of the ideas and into the visual. If you didn’t catch it — I mean, I can’t even… You’re missing a whole-ass MOVIE. The lighting? Next level. It was as if I were starring in some sci-fi film in which the world was ending and Bey was our last shred of hope. If there’s an alien invasion, I’m calling Beyoncé first. There were, anyway, costume changes — impeccable, of course — and girl, the choreography? I couldn’t breathe for half of it. Is she even human? I’m not even sure anymore.
And of course the crowd… like omg, the energy was INSANE. I’ve never heard people screech like that. You can feel the rhythm and cadence of his words as you picture being in that room. My entire arena is a wave of humanity vibrating in soulful unison.
Beyoncé does not just sing, she dominates the room. When she hit those high notes? I mean, I was on the floor, curled up in a ball thinking, is my spirit leaving my body?’ Pure. Fire. And no, I’m not being hyperbolic—look up the vids, I dare you.
Now, let’s discuss the show because there were some surprises there, as well. Beyoncé switched it up. But she wasn’t simply performing a concert for us. Nah. She was having us experience performance art. You blink and it’s like, Wait, did I just see Beyoncé turn the earth about-face or something? Not only did she walk onto that stage, she erupted. I was late to the show (don’t judge) but better late than never, right? But even though I had arrived late, it was as if she knew precisely when to make her grand entrance. Like, she had a whole timeline laid out. WHAT IS TIME when Beyoncé is in charge?
Honestly, what I’m trying to say here is — if you’re late to the game, I’m sorry. No, seriously. You’re out here living your best life thinking y’all just gonna scroll past this concert like it’s some regular-thang? NOPE. Beyoncé did what Beyoncé does best: She owned it.
Look, I get it. You’ve heard all the hype, you feel. Everybody acts like she’s the second coming of a musical goddess. And you know what? THEY’RE NOT WRONG. I am not exaggerating here. Not that you need to be a fan of her music (HOW??( ), you have to admit — she’s out here breaking records, raising the bar. If you missed out on the latest Beyoncé Concert… How are you alive?
We do have to address that encore, however. That was something else. Bey didn’t simply deliver what we wanted. She gave us what we needed. And the crowd? Forget it. By that time two-thirds of the audience was ready to revolt, I think. But it wasn’t only a concert — it was a movement.
So here’s the thing: if you didn’t see the show, you missed something HUGE. Like, next-level huge. I’ll just drop this here: no one can beat this. Not today. Not tomorrow. Beyoncé dominates this space and I can’t be mad about it.
Catch it next time. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. ✌️