Flashing. Lights. Now throw yourself on the floor, tell everyone you're tinkerbell and warn them that you're gonna die if they don't clap - NOW. Then scream your own name like a bat at of hell having a tantrum. Then everyone, in turn, screams..... That's what it's like to see "Lady GaGaaaaa!!!" Lady Gaga contorts herself to play the piano like no ones business (leg on keys, ass on keys, heels on keys, upside down)...and you just fall in love.
She's raunchy. She's wild. She full of herself. And she's overwhelmed by the love of her fans. She's well spoken and an inspiration. Her monologue will move you, as she explains, it wasn't too long ago that she was sitting where we were "watching some bitch on stage." Then when you are smiling ear to ear, she encourages you to clap for yourselves. And clap we do.
She knows how to work the room. But every performer on that stage brings it - they gave it their all, as though it was their own concert.
The energy was almost tangible - the current of thousands totally in awe of that voice. I screamed my heart out and danced like I was in my living room. Then I danced and sang my way out of Madison Square Garden.
The Monster Ball was indeed like "a really awesome Friday night," where the euphoria of the night before clings to your skin.
Thanks to Jillian and Troy Marshall of Interscope, for letting us have some great seats, and the Time Of Our Lives!_______
Guest Post for The Sweet Life of J & E, by Li of HerDeepThoughts
There were several set changes, costume changes, some heart pounding a capella, ripping electric guitar solos, a soothing violin and some really amazing scenes where
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