Gaga slays Kansas City with blood, flaming pianos, and angel wings at Sprint Center

​Between fans’ sweaty fat rolls doused in glitter, outlandish cardboard headpieces, chains, leather, and legions of ripped fishnets, it wasn’t hard to tell who was appearing inside the Sprint Center last night in Kansas City. While the one and only Lady Gaga prepared in the eye of the storm inside the venue, outside, the energy was tangible. 

Pissed-off high school kids with pink hairspray flipped the bird to the Phelps family, who held “God Hates Gaga” signs across the street. Soccer moms adjusted glitter bras. Gay boys smoothed each other’s lightning-bolt makeup. Creeped-out fathers surveyed the crowd and feigned indifference while their preteen daughters, decked out in taffeta, held each other’s hands and giggled. Mayhem was about to begin, and everyone could feel it.