The stadium goes dark. Fluorescent pink lights burn from behind the curtain before you.
Music erupts, as a full band appears, complete with sax and trumpets.
Back up singers sway, a go-go dancer gyrates onto the stage. And in the middle of the chaos, a lone figure dressed in black slowly rises from below the stage. Swinging and rocking like a modern day Elvis, he stands on the hood of a 64 convertible Mustang, leading La Vida Loca. Ricky Martin has arrived. This past year Martin has mastered the art of making a splash wherever he goes.