📍American Airlines Center (Dallas)
Written by Clinton Camper

Dua Lipa turned American Airlines Center into a glitter bomb last night. From the third row it felt like I was practically in the pit without having to fight through the crush of bodies, the best kind of sweet spot. Looking up at the very top of the arena, you could see every seat filled and fans smashed together—it was wall-to-wall Dua, and the energy never dipped.

She came out swinging with “Training Season” and “End of an Era,” instantly reminding everyone why she’s built for stages this big. What stood out most was how she balanced the spectacle with real musicianship: a full live band, a violinist tucked into the mix, and her voice cutting clean over the roar of the crowd. Not every pop star in 2025 takes that risk, and it paid off.

The show was heavy on choreography, a full team of dancers moving with her almost the entire night, yet she never seemed out of breath—just effortless. Sequined outfits glittered under the lights, confetti cannons went off more times than I could count, and the whole place felt wrapped in sparkle. By the time she hit “Levitating” and “Break My Heart,” the floor was one giant dance party.

She also made space for surprises. Her take on Kelly Clarkson’s “Since U Been Gone” was a full-blown arena scream-along—Dallas ate it up. Later, “Electricity” and “Physical” reminded you that her catalog is already stacked with festival-sized anthems, while newer cuts like “Illusion” and “Falling Forever” kept the night from feeling like a greatest-hits set.

At one point, Dua literally stopped the show for twenty minutes to sign autographs for fans pressed against the barricade. That’s the kind of move you rarely see at this level—sweet, unhurried, and totally genuine. She looked stunning, sounded even better, and somehow managed to make a sold-out arena feel personal.

*Credit: Madison Raney/American Airlines Center*

The encore was pure dopamine: “New Rules” crashing straight into “Don’t Start Now,” a quick burst of “Dance the Night,” and finally closing with “Houdini.” By then, the arena was drowned in confetti again, and no one was ready to leave.

And here’s how I knew it was a special night: I wore overalls to the show. After Dua wrapped up, I hit the restroom before trekking back to Irving. I let the flap down at the urinal and suddenly became the evening’s grand finale—confetti poured out in a big way, like I was a surprise party trick for the guys in the bathroom. No joke. Dua’s show followed me all the way home.