I like Troye Sivan. After watching his show, I can say I fell in love him.
I should have known the night was going to be extraordinary. I arrived a few minutes before the show started. I wasn’t aware he had a huge following. I had no clue he has made a big difference in the lives of his fans..
I saw one of the longest queues I’ve witnessed for an artist’s merchandise. Soon after, an announcement was made. The doors were closing for Troye’s opening. People ran to get inside like there was a zombie apocalypse. After all, the homosexual god was about to proclaim his word.
The concert hall lights dimmed. He was nowhere on stage and words to “Seventeen” began playing. After a few seconds of searching, people turned their attention to the balcony. There he was.
The euphoria was endless. Screams dominated the room. Surprisingly, none of it ruined my hearing nor the fun I was having. The crowd went berserk as if they were high on drugs. The energy was infectious.
On stage, Troye Sivan represented more than his music. He was the manifestation of a world where gender and sexuality didn’t matter. He was the image of a struggle that even today millions are fighting. He captured this sentiment beautifully in what I believe to be the show’s highlight – “Heaven”.
Many felt the venue’s intimacy and the vulnerability he projected in “The Good Side” was the show’s peak. I wish I could relate to his words. I know a good portion of the audience did. As the one who is always left behind in failed relationships, I visualised the image but never grasped the reality.
Consistently, when he was most flamboyant and had the least inhibitions, that’s what struck me. “Bloom”, “Plum” and “Lucky Strike” were my jams. He worked those songs like he was singing for his life.
When I imagine a great performer, I have images of Madonna, Beyonce or Coldplay. But remembering my young self and how I took the stage at my imaginary concerts, I feel a greater connection with Troye Sivan. He walks the stage as if he was competing in America’s Next Top Model. He lets his sexuality run loose and let it possess his body – the same way I’d do behind closed doors. He’s awkward but unapologetic about his dance moves.
Artists evoke inspiration and generate awe. Troye Sivan did the same and more. He was a symbol of people’s childhood and closeted dreams.
After each concert I watch, many singers make an impression about their artistry. I felt Troye Sivan left me with his and gave me a good reminder of who I was and who I want to be.