What *is* glamour if not a backstage pass with a view? Darling, this is no ordinary Thursday in Gothenburg—this is theatre *with altitude.* We’re perched on the 19th floor of the divine @gothiatowers, sipping espresso and gazing out over @lisebergab, which looks like a candy-coloured dream. 🎡🏨 The tour has brought us to @svandinaviumsrena, and tonight—brace yourself—is the final Thursday performance *ever*. History, darling, with wardrobe changes.
Now let me tell you: you haven’t lived until you’ve danced between vegan catering and costume chaos with a wig-wearing makeup artist who sings only *one line* of “Dog and Butterfly” on loop like it’s Mozart. 🎤💄The scene is pure theatre—both onstage and off. Tonight’s cast shuffle? Delicious. Cissi Wrangel returns in *her* original role like a phoenix in sequins. Carro reclaims her crown, Hanna rises gloriously to Annmari, Emma stuns as Titti, and Emilia? Sussi in full bloom. A metamorphosis of the highest order.
And Gustav—the sound engineer—takes his final bow tonight. Emotional! Symbolic! *Iconic!* One must always celebrate the tech boys who keep our microphones hot and our illusions intact. 🎚️✨
Meanwhile, Tommy Körberg, whose knee remains fabulously uncooperative, travels around the arena via golf cart like some kind of wounded deity. It’s transport *and* theatre. A performance on wheels. Golf-chic. The stuff of legend.
But of course, what is performance without ritual? By day, I zip through town on my elegant @styristall bicycle 🚲—chasing errands and espresso—and by night I return to the pulse of the theatre. It’s all lights, lashes, and lanyards. And after the final curtain falls, it’s only right we descend upon a boulevard bar—myself, my assistant Johanna, the ineffable David (makeup maestro and accidental songbird), and the spellbinding Lindy Larsson with his husband Stefan. 🍷🌈
We toast. We laugh. We gossip with purpose. Because even on tour, *especially* on tour, the creators must indulge in their post-show poetry. A pint, a plate, a bit of beautiful nonsense. 🍕💬
This isn’t just a vlog—it’s a portrait. A portrait of a Thursday night wrapped in sequins, silliness, and sincere affection. It’s wigs and wine. Glitter and goodbye. The real theatre happens when the lights go out and the bike’s been locked up for the night. 🌙🎭
So click, darling. Click *Subscribe*. Why? Because life is too short not to follow a shaved-head vlogger gallivanting through Sweden with a camera, a costume bag, and a story in every corner. 🎥✨
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