Look, I know you wanted a date. A specific date. I wish I could give you one. But here’s what I do know: Pink is too loyal, too professional, and too rich to ignore the UK. We’re her second home. She’ll come back. It’s just a matter of when.
Until then, keep blasting “Get the Party Started” in your car. Practice your vocal runs in the shower. And if you see a woman in a leather jacket walking a dachshund in Surrey? That might be her. Ask her gently.
But don’t be weird about it. Just say, “Hey, Pink. Fancy a coffee?” She’ll probably say yes. She seems like that friend. And then she’ll whisper the tour dates. I believe it.
Now, go check your emails. Maybe today’s the day. (No, it’s not. But obsession is a process.)
