I mean, she made me pinky promise, but more on that in a bit.
A couple weeks ago, my friend Katie and I headed to the Katy Perry concert. It happened to be a day and evening of record breaking rain with torrential downpours and flooded roads. Much of the area got six inches of rain. Six inches. Of rain. I suppose I should just be glad it wasn’t snow.
Despite that, Katie and I got to the Palace of Auburn Hills in record time. I think Dad thinks she has a lead foot We made our way to our seventh row floor seats right next to part of the stage. We went late, skipping the opening acts and miles of traffic.
Before long, Katy took the stage, kicking the show off with Roar and following with hit after hit. Even the handful of songs I didn’t know were excellent. I got into the rhythm of them right away and was singing along by the second chorus.
Katy interacted with the crowd a lot, particularly when the show progressed to the slower ballad section. She took a couple selfies, retrieved some letters from fans, gave away her guitar pick, and even gave one young fan a pizza to share with the crowd. She shared how she always appreciates the support of her fans and had us pinky promise to never break up with her. A promise I am happy to keep.
Videos, a DJ, and the back-up singers and dancers kept the crowd going during costume changes, while the massive stage provided constant opportunities for entertainment. I never knew where Katy or one of the member of the band or group of background dancers would pop up.
While Katy, her songs, and her dance moves were the clear star, the spectacle of it all made it an immersive experience, a feast for the ears and eyes. She asked the crowd to be present in the moment during the show. That is something I am happy to report I focused on. Yes, I took pictures and videos with my phone, but I also watched and took it all in, committing as much of it to memory as possible. Katy’s advice is applicable in all aspects of life.
There was plenty to take in with acrobats, Katy gliding across the stadium on a swing, parade style balloons, huge fabric butterflies, a War Horse style horse (very cool to see!), and many costume changes. I left with my voice gone and my ears ringing, just how I want to leave a concert. Plus I had a purse full of confetti in the shape of hearts, stars, and musical notes that I snatched from the air as it showered me. Who doesn’t need some confetti in their life?
Going with my friend Katie was fantastic as well. It was so nice to have a night on the town with a fun friend who enjoyed the concert as much as me. We talked so much and had a blast. I am lucky to have Katie in my life!
All that happened made me in awe of the show and placed it as one of my favorite concerts. I realized the next day, recovering from a Katy Perry hangover, that as much as I loved the music and dancing, more than anything, I loved Katy herself. Part of her charm is that she is still normal, one of us, and she makes us feel as though any one of us could be her. This is not a knock on her skill, which is substantial and to be applauded, but a complement on the grace with which she has handled her fame, power, and celebrity status. Katy Perry is one cool cat!