But on a clear, fresh Saturday night, Megan Thee #Stallion’s headline set on the latter felt a world away from Paul #McCartney’s slow-build, star-packed marathon over on the former. Or even maybe, at times, like a parallel festival, where there were fringed cowboy hats, #LED capes and faux fur boob tubes as far as the eye could see. “If you a real hottie, let me hear you say real hot girl sh*t,” purred the Houston rapper (not for the last time), to rapturous screams, not long after first striding onto the stage in fishnet tights, a thonged, faintly S&M bodice and leather cap.
But on a clear, fresh Saturday night, Megan Thee #Stallion’s headline set on the latter felt a world away from Paul #McCartney’s slow-build, star-packed marathon over on the former. Or even maybe, at times, like a parallel festival, where there were fringed cowboy hats, #LED capes and faux fur boob tubes as far as the eye could see. “If you a real hottie, let me hear you say real hot girl sh*t,” purred the Houston rapper (not for the last time), to rapturous screams, not long after first striding onto the stage in fishnet tights, a thonged, faintly S&M bodice and leather cap.
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