Rihanna's raunchy performances are known to be hot and fiery.
But the singer's stage literally caught on fire last night during a concert stop in Dallas as part of her Loud tour forcing her to cancel her performance.
The show started normally with the Bajan songstress singing and dancing on stage but when a light on a beam above the star set ablaze it caused panic in the American Airlines Center.


Rihanna, 23, was was quickly escorted from the stage when her crew noticed the trouble above.
The fire raged for up to five minutes with revellers screaming and taking pictures of the incident.
Fans who were near the front of the stage were moved back towards the exit doors.
CBS Dallas-Fort Worth report that the blaze started from the pyrotechnics that were built to bring a colourful backdrop to the Bajan star's stage show.
Although stage hands put out the initial fire, the emergency services were also called.
Dallas Fire Rescue Captain Johnny Bates told the CBS affiliate that there were no serious problems as a result of the fire.
'One of our engine crews did enter the building but crew members with the AAC or concert put out the initial fire. Everything is under control and there are no injuries,' he explained.
But the Umbrella star was upset that she had to cancel the tour date but said she would make it up to her fans.
She tweeted: 'DALLAS!!! We set the stage on FYAH tonight!!! LITERALLY!!! I'm so pissed, I was havin so much fun wit yall too!!! I gotta come back man!!'
Rihanna added that she was 'heading into a production meeting to find out exactly what happened'.

It's the middle of the night when I wake up. Chris Mathews – one of my good friends and my husband Josh’s best friend – is at my bedroom door. We are visiting my sister Moo in Florida but Josh couldn’t come because of work.
Josh has been in an accident, Chris says. I picture a broken arm. But there is something in Chris’s voice that isn’t right. Moo comes in. There are frantic phone calls. My left leg starts to shake uncontrollably. I know. No one says it, but I know.
We leave for the airport. Back home in Michigan, my family is waiting. Dad drives to the hospital. Mum sits in the back with me and strokes my hair. I hold a pillow over my stomach. I am five months pregnant. We had just found out that we are having a boy.
At the hospital, I walk into Josh’s room and everyone leaves except Uncle Alex. Uncle Alex is a doctor. He actually delivered me and Josh. We thought this was a testament to the star-aligned quality of our relationship. Now Uncle Alex is standing over Josh’s pale, still body explaining how he died.
Last night, Josh went out carveboarding. A carveboard is a modified skateboard that rocks from side to side and imitates the motion of a surfboard. Josh was not wearing a helmet. He never did. ‘He fell backwards and hit his head. It crushed his skull into the back of his brain. He died in less than three minutes,’ Uncle Alex says.
Uncle Alex leaves and I cry relentlessly. My whole body shakes. I don’t touch Josh. I do not want to feel him cold. ‘I’m not angry with you,’ I say. ‘And I will take care of our son.’
Days pass. At the funeral, there are over a thousand people. Afterwards, I read Josh’s death certificate over and over: ‘Date of birth: 21 December 1979. Date of death: 17 June 2007. 1.21am. Trauma to the head.’ 17 June was Father’s Day.
More days pass. I see my obstetrician. I tell him I have this strange anxiety that my grief will attack the baby. He says: ‘You will be fine. Your body knows exactly what to do. But you need to work on your brain.’
He hands me a card: Dr Ellen Guriza, PhD, psychologist. ‘I’m not suggesting that you go and see her,’ he says. ‘I am instructing you, as your obstetrician, to see her. The sooner the better.’

‘Tell me about Josh. What kind of person was he?’ she asks. ‘He was amazing. He was a real man,’ I babble through my tears, telling her how he was the best at everything – a great driver, surfer, soccer player. His job – he was a sales rep for a medical supply company – was never a huge part of his identity, but he wanted nothing more out of life than to be a dad. Dr G tells me, ‘You’re going to cherish these memories.’ I nod but I don’t believe her.
At my next appointment, Dr G initiates another topic. ‘Natalie, let’s talk about your house. You need to start going back there.’ I don’t know what to say. In the month since Josh died, I have been staying with my parents. I hate going to my house. Everything is horrible. The sound the door makes when it opens. The pictures. Josh’s car in the drive. But the worst is the nursery. The day before Josh died he had cleaned out our old office for the new nursery. He was going to redo it while I was away and surprise me when I got home. Sometimes I forget that I didn’t just lose Josh, but I also lost my baby’s father. When I walk into the empty nursery something slams into me so hard it almost knocks me to the ground.

I don’t know if allowing Deedee to do this is OK but I go along with it. I just want it over and done with.
All my life, I’ve been the type of person who takes the accelerated route; normally it takes five to six years to train to be a teacher, I did it in four. When Dr G tells me that grief takes time, I want
to say, ‘But what about the smart kids?’ Yet one of the first things I’ve realised is that grief goes
at its own speed. 
Deedee does an amazing job with the decorating. I move back into the house, but on my first night alone, I can’t sleep or think.
I look for a book – I just want something light and funny. On the shelf I see Jelly Belly – one of my dad’s all-time favourites. It’s about a boy who goes to fat camp and hides food in his swimming trunks. We have it because Dad gave it to Josh to read. I open the book and tucked inside the front cover is a photograph of Josh and me dancing at our wedding. I feel a pain in my stomach. Josh always used photographs as his bookmarks. I think of him looking at it, smiling and saying to himself, ‘Yeah, I like this one.’
I return to my double bed with its single pillow and one body, but I don’t read Jelly Belly. I know
I will survive, but I hate my life.
I go to breakfast with a colleague and she keeps saying, ‘But really, you must be so thrilled to be pregnant, despite everything.’ I just stare at my plate. This is the most frightening thing in the world – to have a baby without my husband. Am I thrilled? No. I’m scared and sad.

The female co-CEO of Archie Comics is accused of going on a phallic outburst in the office recently ... allegedly pointing at employees and shouting "PENIS, PENIS, PENIS, PENIS." Oh, Archie!

Archie Comics Publications has filed legal papers against co-CEO Nancy Silberkleit -- claiming she has a history of bullying and sexually harassing employees ... and she must be stopped!

According to the lawsuit, filed yesterday in NY, several employees have lodged complaints about Nancy's "offensive" behavior ... including one time in 2009, when she barged into a meeting and "pointed to each [attendee] and said, 'PENIS, PENIS, PENIS, PENIS' and then walked out."

Nancy allegedly pulled the same "penis" stunt again in 2010 -- but this time she also screamed out, "My balls hurt."

Archie Comics claims it hired an outside firm to investigate the allegations -- and the company recommended Archie cut ties with Nancy ASAP.

Now, Archie wants a judge to grant an injunction -- barring Nancy from returning to the office ... and preventing her from representing the company at the upcoming Comic-Con in San Diego.

Attempts to reach Nancy were unsuccessful.

Katrina Kaif doesn’t regret any of her decisions and feels people can get bored if every film has item songs

What excited you about ‘Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara’?
The film itself excited me. Whatever genre I work in, I try to ensure to check if it’s entertaining for the audience and that’s what I did for this film too. It’s a youth film and a lot about what our generation is feeling today. And you don’t have to do the same kind of comedies just because it’s working. So I wanted to be a part of this because it was a different film.

Every film is different, how is this any ‘different’?
Like ‘Ajab..’ was a commercial comedy aimed at kids and ‘Rajneeti’ was a serious drama, this in that sense is a different film and one that I felt that people will enjoy watching.

Do you have a checklist for selecting a role?
No, never. I follow a very general instinct. If I like something and it sounds like it’s going to fun, I go for it. I don’t calculate or check that the film has this or that. It should just be an entertaining film for the audience.

The film looks like it’s about three guys on a road trip. So have you been on one yourself?
I travelled a lot across Europe when I was growing up. But those were not so fancy as this and not so much fun either and I was very young then. I wouldn’t call this a road trip film though, it’s just a backdrop of the film. It’s more of a ‘coming of age’ film about these three guys at a turning point of their lives.

What were the challenges in playing your part in this film?
The challenges were in the adventure part of it but in a film like this when you have very good actors, it’s just that everyone plays their part and there are not many challenges.

In a multi-starrer like ZNMD, there’s a huge chance of getting lost, so how do you create your identity in the film?
You just have to try and do it. That’s part of the challenge.

Since it’s a fun film, did you guys have a blast on the sets?
It was definitely a very memorable experience. And I feel everyone just came together in a way. When you’re travelling constantly, going to different beautiful cities in Spain, everyone has to put aside their personal issues and airs for a while. And we did bond a lot and it was a special journey in a way for all of us.

Since you’ve been branded for your dance numbers, what are the pros and cons for the same?
I don’t think there can be any cons for it. But that doesn’t mean that every film should have a dance number in it. I think it’s wonderful that they’ve accepted and liked my songs and my dancing. But if it’s there in every film, they’ll get bored of it. You have to break it up. Like in Rajneeti, there were no songs. And at that time, songs were a huge part of what I was doing. The audience wants to see a complete entertainer, songs or not. The next film I’m doing with Imran Khan is a full-on musical and will have dance number again. So you have to keep changing.

Kirk Edwards hit a century on his Test debut as West Indies reached 224 for six on the fourth day of the third and final Test against India in Dominica on Saturday.
West Indies have a lead of just 81 runs with four second-innings wickets remaining after three wickets near the close put the tourists back in command.

India lead the three Test series 1-0 and while West Indies theoretically still have a chance of levelling the series, the tourists will surely fancy their own chances of ending on a high with a second Test victory.

The only glimmer of hope for West Indies is that Shivnarine Chanderpaul, who in this Test broke the record for most Test appearances for the Caribbean team, is still at the crease having made an ultra-patient 73 from 201 balls.

Skipper Darren Sammy will resume with Chanderpaul on Sunday and with only the tail to come he will need to produce a real captain's innings if they are to set India a challenging target.

It could have been a different situation had Indian not picked up those three wickets late in the final session.

Barbadian Edwards finally went caught behind off Harbhajan Singh, the 26-year-old having made 110 from 195 balls and become the 13th West Indian to score a century on his debut.

Marlon Samuels lasted just three balls - trapped lbw by Harbhajan and then wicketkeeper Carlton Baugh was a victim of the new ball - pushing a simple catch to Abhinav Mukund off Praveen Kumar.

It was a soft end to what had been a solid and gritty recovery from West Indies after India had made early inroads before lunch.

Kieran Powell edged Ishant Sharma to Suresh Raina at third slip and then fellow opener Adrian Barath also played at a ball he could have left alone - diverting a Kumar delivery to Virat Kohli at fourth slip.

The story will be about New York Yankee captain Derek Jeter becoming the first player in Yankee team history to eclipse the 3,000 hit plateau, but what about his girlfriend Minka Kelly?

As the cameras panned to Derek Jeter's family attending the game between the Tampa Bay Rays and New York Yankees, it was no surprise that actress Minka Kelly was right in the middle of the shot. The Friday Night Lights star, who is usually talked about for her hair, her fashion or her acting, was attending the game to watch her boyfriend reach the historic hit plateau.

With Minka at the game, showing off her newly styled curls, people might start to believe that she is Derek's good luck charm. Jeter went 5-5, as Ms. Kelly cheered from the stands and the Yankees won the game! Needing only two hits to reach the milestone, Minka brought him five.

Though she didn't Tweet about the occasion, ESPN's Kevin Negandhi was quick to suggest what Jeter should trade with the fan in the left field who caught the home run ball that was Derek's 3,000th hit. Negandi said on Twitter:

So far a date w Minka Kelly is your clubhouse leader for the Jeter request for the baseball.

Now that would be a request. It is doubtful that Jeter or Minka Kelly would go for it, but if the Yankee fan who caught the ball doesn't at least ask, he is probably nuts.

HARRY Potter star Daniel Radcliffe revealed this week that acting had driven him to drink.
And I know exactly how he feels.
His acting's often driven me to drink too. Particularly during that difficult Half-Blood Prince "k.d. Lang lookalike" phase.
Yes, the Harry Potter film series has had more unsightly wobbles than Hagrid doing squat thrusts on a Power Plate.
Not just for Daniel - who, let's be clear, is brilliant in this final chapter. But in terms of looks, script, pacing, casting and everything else to boot.
When things clicked, boy did they click. Philosopher's Stone, Prisoner Of Azkaban and Deathly Hallows Part One all had an awesome, heart-swelling and uniquely British power that no other family fantasy film series could touch. (I'm looking right at you, Aslan old son.)
But when they didn't (all the others) the films were fiddly scene-by-scene replicas of books that really needed to be kicked into a movie-like shape before being put on the big screen.
The good news - the frickin' brilliant news, in fact - is that Deathly Hallows Part Two is a better ending than the saga probably deserves. Because not only is it the perfect companion piece to last year's brooding, suspenseful and frostily beautiful Part One, it's pure blockbuster cinema done right (not counting 10 minutes of unavoidable straight-from- the-book plot clunkery at the start).
The story kicks off with the same kind of brief, wordless scenes that set up Part One so well.
Lord Voldemort (Ralph Fiennes doing a Brian Sewell impression) has just pinched the Elder Wand from Dumbledore's concrete death bunker.
Snape (Alan Rickman, looking more and more like the lead singer in a Cure tribute act) is overseeing the Death Eaters taking charge of the remaining Hogwarts students, including Draco Malfoy (Tom Felton) and Neville Longbottom (Matthew Lewis, who finally gets a chance to shine and NAILS it).
And Harry, Ron and Hermione (Daniel, Rupert Grint and Emma Watson) have regrouped at Shell Cottage, before they continue on their quest to destroy the remaining horcruxes.
While the film doesn't make any efforts to explain this set-up to newcomers, there's unlikely to be any of them in the audience anyway.