Everybody shut up, the queen is back to perform for the Super Bowl halftime show.
We were all minding our business on a Monday when Rihanna suddenly dropped a photo of herself holding a football with no caption, no tags, and no info whatsoever. It has since been retweeted over 366,000 times and liked by 1.5 million users. In case you have been living under a rock, she’s been gone for almost six years music-wise to the point where even her loyal fan base, the Navy, have been roasting her non-stop to finally drop R9, the rumored title of her 10th studio album.
no one: h-— arbi 🐈⬛ (@nowaypet) September 12, 2019
Rihanna: wHo SeNt YoU??!?! pic.twitter.com/YVAALP6alU
Hounded by the media and her fans for the constant probing of her new album, she’d only reply to them in the most Rihanna way by asking, “who sent you?”
And at long last, the six year drought is finally over, because that Instagram post basically confirmed that pop star Riri is coming back to perform at the Super Bowl halftime show. Imagine the setlist, the guest performers, hearing her whole catalogue of bangers like Work or Umbrella LIVE after a long time. And who knows, we might even be blessed with new music then.
Of course, the Navy is at it again, too. Just like clockwork, they have been dropping memes of Rihanna dipping after launching Fenty Sport or her new possible Fenty beauty collection. After all, they’re TIRED as hell waiting for her rightful return.
Rihanna at the superbowl: pic.twitter.com/OlyqntS0eO— toss a coin to your witcher (@itsayosigns) September 25, 2022
Now that the Rihanna Reign is upon us, we can only speculate what else will she be doing for the Super Bowl halftime show as she’s pretty much done it all at this point, following past performers like Beyoncé, JLo, Shakira, Lady Gaga, Mary J Blige and Madonna. She’s become a mom and forever changed maternity style, a national hero for Barbados, a beauty mogul, a fashion icon, and hasn’t stopped making music since her debut in 2005. But for now, the six-year itch is coming to an end. Best believe we’ll be screaming our heads off on the couch, singing SOS when that day comes.