Zendaya’s Bold Cher-Inspired Look at Rock & Roll Hall of Fame: Is It a Fashion Win or Fail

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Even though some people criticized Zendaya’s Cher-inspired outfit, others praised her for it. Cher was inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame just months after she expressed disappointment about not being recognized sooner.

At the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame Induction Ceremony in Cleveland, Ohio, on October 19, 2024, Zendaya paid tribute to the music legend Cher by wearing a sparkling dress. The 27-year-old actress and fashion icon spoke warmly about Cher, sharing her admiration for the artist.

Zendaya’s beaded gown featured a design that exposed her midriff, highlighting her fit figure.

Zendaya’s dress at the event featured criss-cross straps across her chest and had cutouts that made the gold and skin-colored gown look both bold and stylish. The design was daring yet chic.

Zendaya’s outfit paid homage to a famous look from the 1970s when Cher was known for her daring fashion choices and her own music and variety show.

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Along with her stunning gown, Zendaya styled her long, sleek black hair with a perfect middle part. She wore golden stiletto heels that made her tall figure even more striking.

At one point, she added a luxurious white coat with gold embroidery to her outfit. She kept her accessories simple, adding just a bit of sparkle with her bracelets and ring.

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In addition to taking solo photos, Zendaya posed with other stars like Dua Lipa and Cher, who wore an all-black outfit.

As the evening went on, Zendaya honored Cher with a heartfelt speech that resonated with everyone in the audience.

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Standing confidently at the podium, Zendaya shared her admiration for Cher and the impact she has had on many generations.

“Thank you, Cher,” Zendaya began. “Thank you for being an advocate, for paving the way for many people to speak their truth and be open-hearted.”

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Quoting Cher, Zendaya added, “‘You should never be inhibited by what people expect you to do.’ I hope we can all live by those words.”

While Zendaya’s tribute to Cher captivated the audience, her bold outfit sparked mixed reactions online. Many acknowledged her beauty, but some were not fond of her look.

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One person commented, “She’s gorgeous, but this is too revealing.” Another asked, “Does she really need to be almost naked? She looks sad in it.”

Someone compared her outfit to a famous pop culture reference, saying, “Zendaya is beautiful, but the dress looks like a ‘Princess Leia’ costume. It leaves nothing to the imagination.”

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Others were concerned about the message her outfit sent. “Beautiful, but why do talented women need to undress for attention?” questioned one comment.

Another person noted a trend among celebrities, saying, “Why do women feel like they have to be almost naked to be relevant? It feels wrong.”

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Some people criticized the outfit for lacking creativity, with one commenter stating, “Women dressed like this acting ‘edgy’ is old and boring.”

Yet, amidst the criticism, some fans praised Zendaya. “Zendaya outdid herself! She looks absolutely stunning!” said one admirer.

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Another fan embraced the Cher-inspired look, saying, “Total Cher vibes! Gorgeous!”

While Zendaya’s outfit sparked conversation, the main focus of the evening was Cher’s long-awaited induction into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame.

Cher’s career spans seven decades, making her influence on music, film, and pop culture truly remarkable.

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From her early days with Sonny Bono to becoming a solo superstar, Cher has continuously evolved and stayed relevant in the entertainment world.

During her acceptance speech, Cher spoke candidly about the challenges she has faced in her life and career, saying it was easier to get divorced twice than to receive this honor.

Despite the hurdles, Cher emphasized the importance of perseverance, stating, “The one thing that I have never done is give up.”

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Her speech included personal stories, from her childhood dreams to her groundbreaking success with the song “Believe,” which changed the music industry.

Cher shared how the song came about almost by accident but became a defining moment for her.

With humility, she said, “I’m a good singer, not a great singer. You know what? I’ll take it.” At one point, she addressed the women in the audience.

Cher expressed admiration for women’s strength, saying, “We’ve been down and out, and we keep going. We are special.”

She concluded her speech by thanking her family and close friends.

Before this honor, Cher had expressed her frustration about not being inducted sooner. In December 2023, she appeared on “The Kelly Clarkson Show” and shared her feelings about the snub.

During the interview, Kelly praised Cher’s career, saying, “You have number ones spanning seven decades!” Cher replied, “Two of us have.”

When Kelly learned that Cher wasn’t in the Hall of Fame at that time, she was shocked. Cher responded sharply, “I wouldn’t be in it now if they gave me $1 million.”

However, when the time came for Cher to be inducted, she accepted the honor with gratitude and defiance.

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In May 2024, ahead of the induction, Cher attended the premiere of “Bob Mackie: Naked Illusion,” where she expressed appreciation for those who supported her induction.

While talking to Entertainment Tonight, Cher thanked David Geffen and John Sykes for their efforts.

Yet, true to her style, she hinted that she would speak her mind at the ceremony. “I’m going to have some words to say. I’m going to accept it as me,” she added. Cher certainly did not hold back during her induction acceptance speech.

I Mourned My Wife for 5 Years – One Day, I Was Stunned to See the Same Flowers from Her Grave in the Kitchen Vase

I wasn’t sure if I was losing my mind or if something darker was haunting me. When I returned from the cemetery, the flowers I placed on my wife’s grave were waiting for me in the kitchen vase. I’d buried my wife and my guilt five years ago, but it felt like the past was clawing its way back to me.

The weight of grief never truly lifts. It’s been five years since I lost my wife, Winter, but the pain still feels fresh. Our daughter, Eliza, was just 13 when it happened. Now 18, she’s grown into a young woman who carries her mother’s absence like a silent shadow.

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A concrete cross in a cemetery | Source: Pexels

I stared at the calendar, the circled date mocking me. Another year has gone by, and another anniversary was approaching. The pit in my stomach deepened as I called out to Eliza.

“I’m heading to the cemetery, dear.”

Eliza appeared in the doorway, indifference cloaking her eyes. “It’s that time again, isn’t it, Dad?”

I nodded, unable to find the words. What could I say? That I was sorry? That I missed her mother too? Instead, I grabbed my keys and headed out, leaving the silence to fill the space between us.

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A calendar with a circled date | Source: Unsplash

The florist’s shop was a burst of color and fragrance. I approached the counter, my steps heavy.

“The usual, Mr. Ben?” the florist asked, her smile sympathetic.

“White roses. Just like always.”

As she wrapped the bouquet, I couldn’t help but remember the first time I’d bought Winter flowers. It was our third date, and I’d been so nervous I’d nearly dropped them.

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A woman holding a bouquet of white roses | Source: Pexels

She’d laughed, her eyes sparkling, and said, “Ben, you’re adorable when you’re flustered.”

The memory faded as the florist handed me the roses. “Here you go, Mr. Ben. I’m sure she’d love them.”

“Thanks. I hope so.”

The cemetery was quiet, save for the rustle of leaves in the breeze. I made my way to Winter’s grave, each step feeling heavier than the last.

The black marble headstone came into view, her name etched in gold letters that seemed to shimmer in the weak sunlight.

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A woman’s grave | Source: Midjourney

I knelt and placed the roses carefully against the stone. A pang of grief pierced my chest as my fingers traced the letters of her name.

“I miss you, Winter. God, I miss you so much.”

The wind picked up, sending a chill down my spine. For a moment, I could almost imagine it was her touch, her way of telling me she was still here.

But the cold reality settled in quickly. She was gone, and no amount of wishing would bring her back.

I stood up, brushing dirt from my knees. “I’ll be back next year, love. I promise.”

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A bouquet of white roses on a gravestone | Source: Midjourney

As I walked away, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different this time. But I pushed the thought aside, chalking it up to the ever-present grief playing tricks on my mind.

The house was quiet when I returned.I headed to the kitchen, desperately in need of a strong cup of coffee.

That’s when I saw them.

On the kitchen table, in a crystal vase I didn’t recognize, stood the same roses I had just left at Winter’s grave.

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A bouquet of white roses in a glass vase | Source: Pexels

My heart began to race, pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. I stumbled forward, my hands shaking as I reached out to touch the petals. They were real, impossibly real.

“What the hell? Eliza!” I called out, my voice echoing through the empty house. “Eliza, are you here?”

I turned around, my eyes never leaving the roses. They were exactly the same as the ones I’d bought, with the same slight imperfections and the same dewdrops clinging to the petals.

It was impossible.

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A startled man | Source: Midjourney

“This can’t be happening,” I whispered, backing away from the table. “This can’t be real.”

I don’t know how long I stood there, staring at those impossible roses. The sound of footsteps snapped me out of my trance.

“Dad? What’s wrong?”

I turned to see Eliza standing on the staircase, her eyes widening as she took in my pale face.

“What’s going on, Dad? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

I pointed at the vase, my hand shaking. “Where did these roses come from, Eliza? Did you bring these home?”

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A man pointing a finger | Source: Pexels

She shook her head, confusion clear on her face. “No, I’ve been out with friends. I just got back. What’s wrong?”

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my voice. “These are the exact same roses I left at your mother’s grave. Identical, Eliza. How is that possible?”

Eliza’s face paled, her eyes darting between me and the flowers. “That’s not possible, Dad. Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. I need to go back to the cemetery. Now.”

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A stunned woman | Source: Pexels

The drive back to the cemetery was a blur. My mind raced with possibilities, each more unlikely than the last.

Had someone followed me? Had I imagined leaving the flowers earlier? Was I losing my mind?

Eliza was adamant about coming with me, but the ride was filled with an uncomfortable silence.

As we approached Winter’s grave, my heart sank. The spot where I’d carefully placed the roses was empty. No flowers and no sign that I’d been there at all.

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A bare gravestone | Source: Pexels

“They’re gone. How can they be gone?”

Eliza knelt down, running her hand over the bare ground. “Dad, are you sure you left them here? Maybe you forgot—”

I shook my head vehemently. “No, I’m certain. I placed them right here, just a few hours ago.”

She stood up, her eyes meeting mine.

“Let’s go home, Dad. We need to figure this out.”

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A young lady looking up | Source: Midjourney

Back at the house, the roses still sat on the kitchen table. Eliza and I stood on opposite sides, the flowers between us like a barrier.

“There has to be an explanation, Dad. Maybe Mom is trying to tell us something.”

I laughed. “Your mother is dead, Eliza. Dead people don’t send messages.”

“Then how do you explain this?” she shot back, gesturing at the roses. “Because I’m running out of logical explanations.”

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A distressed man | Source: Pexels

I ran a hand through my hair, frustration and fear bubbling inside me. “I don’t know, Eliza! I don’t know what’s going on, but it’s not… it can’t be…”

My voice trailed off as I noticed something tucked under the vase. A small, folded piece of paper I hadn’t seen before. With trembling hands, I reached for it.

“What is it, Dad?”

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A note tucked beneath a bouquet of white roses | Source: Midjourney

I unfolded the note, my heart stopping as I recognized the handwriting. Winter’s handwriting.

“I know the truth, and I forgive you. But it’s time for you to face what you’ve hidden.”

The room spun, and I gripped the edge of the table to steady myself. “No, this can’t be—” I whispered.

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A man holding a piece of paper bearing a message | Source: Midjourney

Eliza snatched the note from my hand, her eyes widening as she read it. “Dad, what truth? What have you hidden?”

The weight of five years of lies and guilt came crashing down on me. I sank into a chair, unable to meet Eliza’s eyes.

“Your mother,” I began, my voice cracking. “The night she died… it wasn’t just an accident.”

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An upset man | Source: Pexels

Eliza’s sharp intake of breath cut through the silence. “What do you mean?”

I forced myself to look at her and face the pain in her eyes. “We had a fight that night. A big one. She found out I’d been having an affair.”

“An affair? You cheated on Mom?”

I nodded, shame burning in my chest. “It was a mistake, dear. A terrible mistake. I tried to end it, but your mother found out before I could. She was so angry and hurt. She stormed out of the house, got in the car—”

“And never came back,” Eliza finished, her voice cold.

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A young lady looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

“I never told anyone,” I continued, the words pouring out now. “I couldn’t bear for people to know the truth. To know that her death was my fault.”

Eliza was silent for a long moment, her eyes fixed on the roses. When she finally spoke, her voice was eerily calm.

“I knew, Dad!”

My head snapped up, disbelief engulfing me. “What do you mean, you knew?”

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Close-up of a shocked man | Source: Midjourney

Eliza’s eyes met mine, and I saw years of pain and anger burning in them.

“I’ve known for years, Dad. Mom told me everything before she left that night. I found her diary after she died. I’ve known all along.”

“You’ve known? All this time?”

She nodded, her jaw clenched. “I wanted you to admit it. I needed to hear you say it.”

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A furious young woman | Source: Midjourney

Realization dawned on me, cold and horrifying. “The roses and the note? It was you?”

“I followed you to the cemetery and took the flowers from Mom’s grave. I wanted you to feel the betrayal and hurt she felt. I copied her handwriting and left this note with the flowers because I wanted you to know that you can’t hide from the truth forever.”

“Why now? After all these years?”

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A stunned man covering his mouth | Source: Midjourney

Eliza’s eyes flicked to the calendar on the wall.

“Five years, Dad. Five years of watching you play the grieving widower while I carried the weight of your secret. I couldn’t do it anymore.”

“Eliza, I—”

“Mom forgave you. She wrote that in her diary. But I’m not sure I can,” Eliza cut me off, her words a dagger to my heart.

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A diary on a table | Source: Pixabay

She turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving me alone with the roses, the same roses that had once symbolized love, now an ominous reminder of the deceit that had torn our family apart.

I reached out and touched a soft white petal, realizing that some wounds never truly heal. They wait, hidden beneath the surface until the truth forces them into the light.

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