Adele, the singing, winged-eyeliner wearing, ever woman, has just turned down a million-dollar offer to perform.
Off the back of a global tour which saw the 29-year-old melodic mum travel for months and months on end, Adele was offered £1 million by Arab billionaires to play a private gig in the Middle East.
However, Adele came down with a case of Hometown Glory and snubbed the offer.
Aussie musician pal Guy Sebastian told the Daily Star:
I was with Adele’s agent and two gigs offered her a £1m deal to perform [sic].
Her agent said: ‘Nah, she’s not doing it. She’s busy gardening this week.’
Adele is often weeding these days.
The green-fingered songstress, who is apparently worth a staggering £125 million, was earning £45,000 each and every day she was out on the road.
Adele, who splits her time between Sussex, London and LA with her husband of one year, 43-year-old Simon Konecki and their four-year-old son Angelo, had a busy year of touring during 2016 and the first half of 2017.
It adds up to a princely total of £16 million in earnings last year.
You’ve got to hand it to her – she does work pretty hard – she was on the road after a four-year hiatus supporting her third studio album, 25, and played 121 shows before her voice gave out.
Writing on her website, the singer explained why she had to cancel one of her Wembley dates:
I don’t even know how to start this. The last two nights at Wembley have been the biggest and best shows of my life. To come home to such a response after so long away doing something I never thought I could pull off but did, has blown me away.
However, I’ve struggled vocally both nights. I had to push a lot harder than I normally do. I felt like I constantly had to clear my throat, especially last night.
I went to see my throat doctor this evening because my voice didn’t open up at all today and it turns out I have damaged my vocal cords and on medical advice, I simply am unable to perform over the weekend.
She continued to describe the heartbreak and strain of touring:
To say I’m heart broken would be a complete understatement. I’m already maxed out on steroids and aids for my voice.
I’ve considered doing Saturday nights show but it’s highly unlikely I’d even make it through the set and I simply can’t crumble in front of you all and walk out on you in that way.
I’m so desperate to do them that I’ve even considered miming, just to be in front of you and be with you. But I’ve never done it and I cannot in a million years do that to you. It wouldn’t be the real me up there.
She went onto apologise to her adoring fans:
I’m sorry. I’m sorry for your disappointment. I’m sorry for the nights you would have had with your loved ones and the memories you would have made together.
I’m sorry for the time and money you’ve spent organizing your trips.
You know I would not make this decision lightly. I have done 121 shows and I have 2 left. 2 left!!! And they are 2 gigantic shows!
Who the f*ck cancels a show at Wembley Stadium!?
Adele concluded by saying she’d ‘drastically’ changed her life to tour:
To not complete this milestone in my career is something I’m struggling to get my head around and I wish that I wasn’t having to write this.
I have changed my life drastically in every way to make sure I got through this tour that started at the beginning of last year.
To not be able to finish it, is something I’m really struggling to come to terms with.
It’s nice to see Adele – whose unique selling point is undoubtedly her down-to-earth cackle and potty mouth, not to mention her crooning vocals – still remains pretty grounded and is taking some time off to write and record, as well as spend time with her family.
Despite her vast wealth and whatever you think of her music, it’s pretty cool she chooses to get her hands dirty rather than hire help to tend to her flower beds.
A former emo kid who talks too much about 8Chan meme culture, the Kardashian Klan, and how her smartphone is probably killing her. Francesca is a Cardiff University Journalism Masters grad who has done words for BBC, ELLE, The Debrief, DAZED, an art magazine you’ve never heard of and a feminist zine which never went to print.