Britney. Freaking. Spears.
I’ve only wanted to go to a Britney Spears concert since I was 8 years old.
Actually, when I was 8 years old, I wanted to BE Britney Spears. There’s video to prove that (below) with some less-than-impressive 8-year-old singing and choreography, too. I’ve always been *extremely* graceful. Just kidding. Not graceful. Not even close. Now that I’m thinking about it, why am I putting this video on the internet? Also, green corduroy overalls with matching hat – Britney would have never worn that.
So, I bought tickets and convinced my BFF to fly out to Vegas for the concert. It was everything 8-year-old me dreamed of and more. Not to mention, her Vegas residency ended just a few weeks after the concert we went to which makes this a story about a girl named Lucky (see what I did there ;).
PS. I know there is a lot of controversy about whether Britney Spears sings or not during her concerts. For once in my life, I didn’t care if someone was singing or not because it was Britney Spears – and she’s queen – she can do what she wants. PSS. She says she has a background vocal track playing and she sings along with it. PSSS. I still don’t care. She’s Britney Spears. She can do what she wants.
Freeway Gypsy 