In the lead up to this, the standard fan filled questions erupted over Twitter. 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?!
Wait, Beyonce is that you?!
Sadly, it was only a fan with Beyoncé-inspired hair.
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.
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 our socks, shorts, even the sodding underwear!
That, or throwing yourself into the O2 arena for two hours of pure talent that outdoes most other acts. Sure, she may have had help with some backing track vocals in places, and she may have looked almost too flawless, but this was a concert that alot of popstars need to watch and learn from. From Run The World, right through to the closing song Halo, every move was nailed and if you were just a bit of a fan before, you came out in love/awe/jealously of her.
Beyonce came, she shook her ass, she sang, she killed us.