Y’all, this tour is getting… I don’t even have the words. Unhinged? Cursed? I’m filming this from my car in the stadium parking lot because I physically had to leave. I am mortified for him. My soul has exited my body.
I am saying this with my whole chest, and I need you to listen: PLEASE don’t surprise anyone with this… EVER!
I don’t care if you’ve been dating for ten years. I don’t care if you’ve “talked about it.” Do not, under any circumstances, do this in front of 60,000 people.
Okay, so here’s what happened. We’re at the “Celestial” tour. The energy is electric. He’s just finished “Starlight Reverie,” and everyone is on a high. The lights go down, and he walks to the small B-stage for the acoustic set. It’s supposed to be the intimate, emotional part of the show.
And it was. Just not the emotion he was going for.
He starts talking. “Y’all know I love this city. And there’s someone here tonight who has completely changed my life. He’s the reason I wrote these songs.”
The crowd goes wild. Everyone’s “aww-ing.” We see his long-time boyfriend, Alex, on the Jumbotron. Alex is in the VIP pit, looking super shy and kind of confused, but he’s smiling and waving.
Then, the artist says, “Alex, could you come up here with me?”
The arena erupts. It’s deafening. Alex looks like a deer in the headlights. He’s clearly not a “stage” person. A security guard helps him up the steps, and he’s just… frozen. The artist pulls him to the center of the stage, takes his hand, and the spotlight narrows.
I turned to my friend and said, “Oh no. He’s not, is he?”
He was.
He gets down on one knee.
The sound that came out of this stadium was inhuman. It was pure, shrieking ecstasy. And in the middle of it all, I’m watching Alex’s face on the giant screen.
He’s not crying tears of joy. He’s not gasping with his hands over his mouth. He is pale. He looks like he’s going to be sick. He’s shaking his head, just this tiny, terrified little motion.
The artist is holding out the ring, his smile unwavering, waiting for the “yes” that the entire stadium is screaming for him.
And Alex just… leans into the mic.
The entire arena goes dead silent to hear him. And he says, “I can’t. I’m sorry, I can’t do this.”
He pulls his hand away, turns, and literally runs off the stage.
Y’all. The silence. The collective, secondhand embarrassment was so thick you could taste it. The artist is still kneeling. For about ten seconds, he just stays there, ring in hand, under the spotlight. The band didn’t know what to do. The lighting guys didn’t know what to do.
He finally stood up, looked at the mic, and just said, “We’re, uh… we’re gonna take a 10-minute break.” And he walked off.
Please. PLEASE. A proposal is a question, not a performance. Don’t use 60,000 people as peer pressure. It’s not romantic; it’s emotional hostage-taking.
This tour is officially a disaster. I’m going home. I’m so shook.
