(OOC: Sorry this is behind schedule, didn’t think that I wouldn’t make it home last night! Long story!!
More detailed report of the rest of the show, and setlist, to follow later!)
As the clock struck 4, the big screens around Hyde Park flickered into action. The 100,000 eager fans screamed and cheered in anticipation. The TV cameras swept around the venue, beaming the images around the world.
In the ‘golden circle’ were a few privileged fans and friends and family of Billy Maddison, including Brisky, who the cameras zoomed in on. Even Dean Keller and Gemma Ferns were present - standing as far away from Brisky as possible.
The screens began a countdown, from 10, in which various pictures and video clips played of Billy, and the girls screamed to the ones they liked best. Finally, the countdown got to zero. Silence. Suddenly, a blast of light erupts from the stage as fireworks are let off, and Billy appears in the centre of the stage.
Billy played a high energy, two hour set, in which he ran around the stage constantly, climbed up on the scaffolding around the stage and even jumped down into the crowd for a while, handing fans the mic to sing to the entire world.
Finally, as the sky grew darker, and the set drew to a close, Billy took to the centre of the stage to talk to the crowd.
“Hey guys! How you doin’? Listen, I’m pretty much finishing up here, but there’s one more song I wanna sing, and it has a very special message to somebody I know… it’s a little different to what you’d expect from me, but If you listen to the *edited* lyrics, you’ll get the point I’m trying to make.
Many of you may know I’ve been “dating” Brisky, whose here tonight - can the cameras zoom in on her? Cool. Because there’s something I want the world to know about this lady. She is… the most manipulative, desperate, needy, clingy, evil woman I know. Seriously, the least attractive person I could ever meet. I mean, stuff she’s done to my family, I can’t even say, but… it’s bad. And I kinda feel bad that the entire charade I made her believe was leading right up to this moment, but she deserves it. So, anyways, baby, this is for you.”
With that, Billy began to perform a slightly edited version of Irreplaceable by Beyonce, with a rock edge, of course!
“To the left, to the left
To the left, to the left
To the left, to the left
Everything you own in the box to the left
In the closet that's my stuff, yes
If I bought it please don't touch
And keep talking that mess, that's fine
But could you walk and talk at the same time?
And it's my name that is on that tag
So remove your bags, let me call you a cab
Standing in the front yard telling me
How I'm such a fool, talking about
How I'll never ever find a woman like you
You got me twisted
You must not know 'bout me
You must not know 'bout me
I could have a better you in a minute
Matter fact she'll be here in a minute, baby
You must not know 'bout me
You must not know 'bout me
I can have a better you by tomorrow
So don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable
So go ahead and get gone
I’ll call up that chick and see if she's home
Oops, I bet ya thought that it was over
What did you think I was putting you out for?
Because it was not true
Playing you around til she came back to me, so you
Baby you drop them keys
Hurry up before your taxi leaves
Standing in the front yard telling me
How I am such a fool, talking about
How I'll never ever find a woman like you
You got me twisted
You must not know 'bout me
You must not know 'bout me
I can have a better you in a minute
Matter fact she'll be here in a minute, baby
You must not know 'bout me
You must not know 'bout me
I'll have a better you by tomorrow
So don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable
So since you’re not my everything
How about you be nothing, nothing at all to me
Baby I won't shed a tear for you, I won't lose a wink of sleep
'Cause the truth of the matter is upgrading you is so easy
To the left, to the left
To the left, to the left
To the left, to the left
Everything you own in the box to the left
To the left, to the left
Don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable
You must not know 'bout me
You must not know 'bout me
I can have a better you in a minute
Matter fact she'll be here in a minute, baby
You must not know 'bout me
You must not know 'bout me
I can have a better you by tomorrow
So don't you ever for a second get to thinking, baby
You must not know 'bout me
You must not know 'bout me
I can have a better you in a minute
Matter fact she'll be here in a minute
You could pack all your things, we're finished
(You must not know 'bout me)
'Cause you made my bed, now get out it
(You must not know 'bout me)
I will have a better you by tomorrow
Don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable"
When later asked about the performance, still live on TV backstage, Billy said:
“Why did I dump Brisky so publicly? Let me tell you a thing about Brisky. She is without doubt the most lying, manipulative, needy, jealous, vindictive woman I‘ve ever met. Would I really seriously go with a woman who harmed the mother of my child? Who harmed my unborn child! No. Everything was building up to this moment right here.
If she thought I ever felt anything for her, she was wrong. If she thought I would ever love her… well, she’s crazy. Truth is: I know, she knows and everybody with eyes and a brain knows that she will never match up to Gemma. I was stupid, yeah, and I wish I never met Brisky cos before her my life was pretty fucking perfect. But after Gemma left me, Brisky was something easy to pass the time with until someone better came along - or, in a perfect world, til Gemma came back to me.
It was never gonna work with Brisky simply because I was never attracted to her. The entire first mistake was because she knew how to turn on the waterworks and knew I’d have sympathy for her. I was trying to comfort her - as a friend - and it all came from that. I’m not saying I’m blameless, cos I’m not. I’m a tramp, I admit it. But I never chased her. I never found her attractive, nor mentally stimulating. Gemma is, in my opinion, and the opinion of many around the world, the most beautiful woman in the world. Brisky isn’t even average. When Gemma left me, Brisky was there and it was easy to waste a couple of spare hours - waste, not enjoy - with her. She really wasn’t that good, which surprised me simply for the reason it appears she gets around a bit… I mean, talk about not able to feel anything…
To keep me interested, a woman needs to challenge me. She needs to pull me up on things I do wrong, she needs to kick me to the ground if I grow an ego, to stand up to me if she disagrees, give me a metaphorical kick to the balls if I speak to her in a way that is anything less than respectful. Brisky never did any of that. I could talk to her however I felt like it, treat her however I liked and she’d run back time after time. It’s not attractive. I need a strong woman, who lets me know she’s with me cos she wants me, not because she needs me. A woman that can keep me on my toes.
The pictures I put up of Gemma are just parts of my message to her, but she already knows about it. I’ve told her since the week after we broke up: I will get her back. Whether it’s today, in six months, a year or five years. Whether she’s engaged, married, pregnant. I will get her, because she’s the only woman I have ever been able to love. The only woman I’ve ever desired with my whole heart. The only woman it hurts to be parted from. And I know, deep down, she knows it’s the same for her. We have a beautiful son together and, although people say he’s the spitting image of me, I see her in his every movement, in the way he can tell a story with his eyes. And I tell you, there is nobody whose eyes I’d rather see looking back at me every day for the rest of my life.
So yeah, Brisky, just in case you didn’t hear me on stage: you’re dumped, babe. Call me!”
He then smiled and poked his tongue out to the camera before walking backstage, to the after party.
Edited by user 23 September 2009 03:01:15(UTC)
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