The excitement rises. With every minute that gets closer to 9, the audience feels like something is going to happen soon. Every flickering of lamps causes people to scream and others to join in, in the hopes that their scream will cause the show to start right away. It doesn’t. We all have to wait until 9 o’clock for the lights to go out, the band to appear on stage and the excitement to rise to peak levels. Mika walks on stage and the screams become so loud that it could give you permanent hearing damage if you weren’t clever enough to wear earplugs. It doesn’t matter. The show has started. For the next two hours, you get to spend time in a world that is not quite your own, but where you are welcome regardless.
You will dance like no one is watching. Your weirdest dance moves, which would be frowned upon in the club, are very much welcomed here. You sing along together with a couple of thousand other people, and as you stand there, shouting the lyrics back at the stage, you feel a sense of unity. A sense of belonging. And while Mika sings that there is no place in heaven, it sure feels like there is. A heaven we’ve all created together in those two hours. Anything is possible, be yourself. Be weird. Be fearless. You are accepted.
Forget all your worries
There have been few artists who have managed to entertain me for too long. Or at least make me crazy enough to queue at 7 in the morning. While I don’t do that anymore because I am old and responsible now, I still enjoy going to Mika’s shows and just forgetting all my worries for those two hours. Even after all those years I am amazed at how much of a showman he is and the incredible energy he gives the crowd.
The morning after the first show I went to, I texted my friend who had also come to the show and had never seen him before. “Was it worth it?” I asked. “Totally,” he answered, “I’m dead but it was worth it.”
If you get the chance, do catch Mika’s new show in a town near you. You will not regret it. I promise.