She's seen leading a prayer circle, practicing dance moves and expressing her frustration with an incomplete stage ("it's unbelievable!"). Meanwhile, her dancers take selfies, are painted and gaze at their master with feudal obedience.

Then, finally, we see the future. Blue Ivy, in Jay Z's arms after the performance, speaks: "Everybody say good job!" Her retinue erupts. The dynasty continues. Peace has come at last to this blue-green orb we call home.