The Final Countdown - U2 at Sphere - General Discussion Thread Part 3

[TinKnight]

I literally cannot decide between GA and seats, why am I like this.

[DeVaul]

Originally Posted by tinknight

i literally cannot decide between ga and seats, why am i like this.

[Headache in a Suitcase]

Ok I think it's time to mute this stupid Facebook group...

[DeVaul]

Dude! The cosplaying stuff is so cringey.

[Headache in a Suitcase]

Like - you want to dress up to go to the show? Hey - not my cup of tea, but do you. Mark wears his mirror ball stuff and does his thing and that's all cool.

But when you start to do this stuff... the dressing up and doing videos... omg it's so cringe.

[DeVaul]

Exactly. Show up and have fun. This other stuff strikes me as attention seeking

[Hewson]

I think cringe is putting it mildly.

This to me looks more like obsessive/delusional behavior.

 

Someone should tell Gabe to stop.

[DeVaul]

Originally Posted by Hewson

I think cringe is putting it mildly.

This to me looks more like obsessive/delusional behavior.

 

Someone should tell Gabe to stop.

Wait til you see what I’m wearing at the Wednesday show…

[gvox]

Originally Posted by Hewson

I think cringe is putting it mildly.

This to me looks more like obsessive/delusional behavior.

 

Someone should tell Gabe to stop.

I assure you Im not singing Macphisto songs in the mirror. Ever.

[DeVaul]

How about a campy “look what you’ve done to meeee?”

[Headache in a Suitcase]

You've made things very awkward, and I thank you

[gvox]

Originally Posted by DeVaul

How about a campy “look what you’ve done to meeee?”

Crowdfund it, and it's a slim possibly maybe

[DeVaul]

I mean, for charity…

[Headache in a Suitcase]

Anyone planning on being a bad boy?

[DeVaul]

Originally Posted by Headache in a Suitcase

Anyone planning on being a bad boy?

So much for hiding the posts, ay honey?

[gvox]

Maybe shoulda named *this run the Experience tour , eh guys? lol

[Irvine511]

I watched the first 40 minutes of Sydney the other night for the first time in years.

Perfection. Reminds me of why I was so obsessed with it in high school. It’s now dated and cringe in places, a lot of it still works even though it was 30 years ago. Some of it really presaged reality TV.

Fuck I’m old.

[prbiker15]

2 weeks to go. We’re almost there, folks!

[DeVaul]

Someone pull a ChatGPT version of Bono’s band intro for the temp.

[Headache in a Suitcase]

Originally Posted by DeVaul

Someone pull a ChatGPT version of Bono’s band intro for the temp.

Write a short story about Bono missing U2's first concert at The Sphere in Las Vegas because he couldn't pull himself away from the buffet at the MGM Grand. Write in the style of Hunter S. Thompson.

In the twisted bowels of the MGM Grand, the madness was unfolding. It was supposed to be a night like no other, a raucous rock 'n' roll spectacle at The Sphere in Las Vegas, and Bono, the flamboyant frontman of U2, was meant to be at the helm. But as the desert sun set and the neon lights of Sin City ignited, Bono found himself ensnared in a psychedelic whirlpool of gluttony.

The buffet at the MGM Grand was a vortex of culinary excess, a sprawling bacchanal of flavors, and Bono was the proverbial moth to the flame. The scent of prime rib, lobster tail, and caviar wafted through the casino, drawing him in with the irresistible allure of indulgence. He had arrived in Vegas with every intention of delivering a performance that would shatter the boundaries of reality, but now, he was on the brink of shattering his own dreams.

Clad in a garish, sequined jacket and oversized sunglasses, Bono was a man possessed. He wielded his plate like a shield, stacking it high with crab legs, mountains of shrimp, and towers of desserts that defied the laws of physics. As he shoveled bite after decadent bite into his gaping maw, he could hear the distant echo of sound checks and the muffled roar of the crowd gathering at The Sphere.

His bandmates, The Edge, Adam Clayton, and Larry Mullen Jr., had frantically tried to coax him away from the buffet, but Bono's trance-like state rendered him impervious to reason. He was in the throes of a culinary epiphany, a Dionysian revelry of the senses.

As the clock ticked mercilessly toward showtime, chaos reigned backstage at The Sphere. The Edge strummed his guitar nervously, Adam fretted over the setlist, and Larry cursed under his breath, his drumsticks poised for action. But where was Bono? The center of their musical universe was lost in the gastronomic abyss.

The concert was scheduled to begin, but the star of the show was nowhere to be found. Panic swept through the crew as they contemplated the unthinkable—a U2 concert without Bono. The crowd grew restless, a swirling sea of expectant faces, their collective energy palpable.

Back at the MGM Grand, Bono's feast raged on. He had moved on to a towering ice cream sundae, adorned with every topping imaginable. As he plunged his spoon into the sweet abyss, a sudden epiphany struck him. He realized that he was meant to be on stage, not drowning in a sugar-induced stupor.

With a jolt of adrenaline, Bono leaped from his chair, sending dessert flying in all directions. He tore through the casino like a man possessed, sprinting toward The Sphere with the manic determination of a man who had just glimpsed the edge of oblivion.

As he burst onto the stage, sweat-soaked and disheveled, the cheers of the crowd washed over him like a baptism of fire. U2 launched into their first song, and Bono, his voice raw with emotion, poured his very soul into the music. The concert that followed was a transcendent journey through the heart and soul of rock 'n' roll, a testament to the power of redemption and the unbreakable spirit of a man who had narrowly escaped the clutches of the buffet's siren call.

And so, in the neon-lit madness of Las Vegas, Bono had missed the beginning but seized the rest, reminding the world that the music would always call him back from the brink, even when the temptations of excess threatened to consume him whole.