First of all, I need to say that Enrique in concert was fantastic. He has never been someone I thought of as particularly hot, but I have to say that the broad shoulders, toned arms and white V-neck t-shirt did it for me.
The management company (M4 events, I believe) was a huge disappointment.
The concert had been advertised for weeks and a friend and I decided we would go. Ticket options were platinum, gold and silver. I suggested gold as middle ground – we got tickets at AED 550.
Usual story – doors open at 7pm, concert starts at 9pm. My friend suggested we meet at 8.30 – I told her that might be too late as the queues tend to get really long (I knew this after my Il Divo experience) and suggested we meet at 8pm.
My friend and I met at the Fairmont at 8pm and then walked over to the World Trade Centre where the concert was taking place.
It was chaos.
There were queues everywhere. Nobody seemed to know which queue was silver, which was gold or which was platinum.
My friend and I stayed in one queue for a little while but realised it wasn’t moving. She then walked around trying to figure out whether we were in the right queue – as it turns out, we weren’t! There was no management in sight letting us know where we were supposed to be. Nobody knew what was going on.
I eventually found my friend in a separate ‘Gold’ queue which didn’t seem to move at all. By this time it was after 9pm. I went to Caffe Nero to get us some water (I queued there for almost 30 minutes and got the last two bottles of Evian) and went back to join the queue. It hadn’t moved.
To cut a long story short, we were in the queue until 9.45pm. It was like being in a herd of cattle. The queue didn’t seem to end, people were absolutely shameless about jumping the queue and nobody seemed to know what the f*** was going on.
We eventually got in and realised that all the silver and platinum ticket holders were where they should have been – so we have no idea what happened with the gold section.
And then we queued for another 30 minutes for drinks (f***ing ridiculous – and people still managed to jump the queue there too).
We found a spot to stand in – and two guys started fighting with each other. To be honest, I’m surprised there weren’t more people fighting because at that moment I would have happily punched someone in the face. I don’t know what they were fighting about.
And then. Finally. At 10.45 the house lights went down. Enrique came on. He was in a black t-shirt. He started with ‘Tonight (I’m Loving’ You). Great song, I have to say.
The next song was ‘I Like How It Feels’ followed by ‘Dirty Dancer’ and ‘Rhythm Divine’.
Jesus, this man has amazing arms. How many tricep dips does he do??
‘Bailamos’ came after that followed by ‘Now That You’re Gone’.
At this point, Enrique scouted the audience and asked who would like to come on stage. He somehow chose a 20-year-old Kuwaiti guy called Abdullah. Would I have chosen him? No. So Abdullah came to Dubai from Kuwait on his own just to see Enrique in concert. He looked nervous. He sat on stage while Enrique sang ‘I Like It’.
Abdullah then declared his love for his Colombian girlfriend and Enrique sang ‘I’m Not In Love’ (because apparently once you declare you’re in love, it’s all over). Abdullah sang and danced, Enrique disappeared and Abdullah was summoned off stage.
Enrique reappeared in his trademark white t-shirt (wow) and sang ‘Tired of Being Sorry’. I have to admit I’d never heard this song before. He then sang ‘Escape’ which reminds me of someone I no longer speak to for some reason. I say ‘some reason’ because I don’t know what that reason is – and I also don’t know why I no longer speak to this person. I suppose that’s appropriate.
The song after this? I have no idea. I don’t know what it’s called – ‘sometimes I get a feeling’ seemed to be the main lyrics, but I’d never heard it before.
He sang ‘Hero’.
Enrique came out onto the runway into the middle of the audience, almost to the gold section.
Why did I include a photo of the guy in the white hat? He was shirtless and he was sweaty. It was gross. Keep your shirts on, boys.
Enrique then picked out a woman in the crowd and sang to her. He hugged her. He kissed her on the lips (illegal in a public place – I must remember this). He hugged her again.
The music picked up again – he sang ‘I Like It’ and then finished with ‘Tonight (I’m Lovin’ You)’. If there was an encore we didn’t hang around to hear it. If the queues getting in were so bad, the queues getting out would be even worse.
Total queuing time: 2:30.
Total performance time: 1:20.
Worth it? NO.
The lack of staff and complete disorganisation of the event resulted in hundreds of people being completely f***ing pissed off.
Would I do it again? No.
Unless it’s Prince or George Michael (maybe even Lionel Richie or Simply Red), I’d rather stay at home, thanks.