Robyn's performance reciprocated in its glitzy, happily-indulged stadium spectacle. Emerging with costumes, light cues, dance breaks, and two multi-song encores. And also, like most budgeted tours, the set sounded incredibly crafted—road-tested for ages with minimal innovation or difference for months. Every moment, down to Robyn gracefully ruffling her hair before muttering "I'm all messed up, I'm so out of line" sounded specifically and deliberately planned. But it all worked wonderfully: There wasn't the slightest sense of jadedness in the room. She was professional but enthused, and radiated appreciation.
Robyn kept that giddiness internal for the most part—approaching her bangers like the show-woman she is—but there was one moment, towards the end of the show, where it all came unhinged. She looked up at the balconies of people who came to see her, united in a standing ovation, and for a brief moment she seemed staggered at the love, a look of bewildered wonder took her eyes. A smile spread across her face. All she could really manage was a few stunned "thank you"'s. But then she regained her composure and led her fans into "With Every Heartbeat." The show, after all, must go on.