Truly, Beyonce’s only real competition here was herself from two years earlier. But while her self-titled performance in ‘14 was still essentially a medley, this was nothing less than one-act drama in which Bey was star, playwright and conductor, taking a baseball bat to any performer who dared laze their way through a performance, thinking sheer star power would put them over. It was memorable and meme-able, technically proficient and emotionally enthralling, unpredictable and thoroughly un-followable. It was Beyonce at the VMAs, and it gets no better than that.
As soon as they’d decided they were going to go and Jamie had found out when the funeral was going to be, Jeremy made the arrangements for he and Jamie to fly to New York to see his boyfriends family. He knew it was a sombre visit, that his boyfriend was hurting at the loss of his stepfather even if they’d not parted on the best of terms, but the little vampire couldn’t help his slight excitement.
He’d never been to New York and had always wanted to go, and the fact that he was getting the chance to meet his boyfriends family, as exactly that, Jamie’s boyfriend had Jeremy even more excited and nervous. He wanted to make a good impression of course, even if he and Jamie couldn’t be open about their relationship the whole trip away, it was still so much more than they could be on the island. Jeremy couldn’t keep his hands off Jamie while they were on the plane, in the airport and catching a cab to the nice hotel he’d booked for them. As the cab took them down the iconic and busy streets, Jeremy’s eyes were practically glued out of the window but his arm remained slung around Jamie’s shoulder. “I bet this is all really boring for you considering you grew up here.”