You wake up and you see the announcement. One of your favourite artists is coming to your country. You hyperventilate, not knowing how to cope. As this artist is quite popular, you know that you will not be the only one who wants tickets. You check the facebook event page every day and to your dismay, you see that 80,000 people have clicked the interested button. You start having anxiety attacks and you cry a little. You really want to go to this show. You will do whatever it takes.
So you’ve gathered your friends in another whatsapp group with a catchy name and you discuss your strategy. All your friends claim they have to work so you have no choice but to say: “I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!” It’s on you now. You will determine the outcome of the Ticket Games.
You wake up extremely early, afraid that you will miss out and the world will end. You breathe in and out and have never been so interested in clocks before. Time ticks away slowly as you keep repeating your strategy to yourself. Your friends send you words of encouragement, but you know that those are not useful when you are in the arena.
5 minutes to go. You keep refreshing and refreshing. And then…a miracle happens. A few minutes before tickets were supposed to go on sale, the Buy Tickets button appears. You let out a primal roar as you click on the button that will take you there.
The waiting begins. You never thought you could hate queues any more than you do now. This is not the supermarket. Nobody cares that you are waving your cash around. This is survival of the fittest. This is SPARTA.
And you watch the screen like you’ve never watched a screen before. You do not want your eyes to wander, afraid that you will miss your chance. You’ve only got one shot, Eminem said, do not miss your chance to blow. You recall something about him rapping about his mum’s spaghetti and you wonder if that is real or if you’ve imagined it.
The minutes tick away. You are starting to get frustrated. This is your only goal in life right now. If you could, you would elbow everybody in this queue out of the way. But this is the virtual world, my friend, so your hammer punch will not come in handy this time. Maybe you should get a drink. Is it acceptable to start drinking at 9am? Well it is now.
And then there are two possibilities.
As you are about to give up, you finally made it through. But you know that you’re not there yet. You select best available tickets and hope that it is still available and lord let there not be an error page. Oh good, you’ve made it through. Payment. Yes, Paypal! You feared that you’d have to pay with credit card and your momma told you never to get one. You click the pay button. It re-directs you to the next page and ORDER CONFIRMED! YOU HAVE DONE IT! You may have peed a little in the process, but you are going to see your favourite artist and your friends love you even more now! HURRAY!
After 90 minutes of pondering about the meaning of life and your reason for being here, you finally make it through and the dreaded words come on screen. Sold Out. It feels like your heart has been ripped out of your chest. You drop to your knees and cry about how unfair life is. You curse every soul who did get tickets. YOUR TICKETS! They stole them! But not really but theoretically speaking.
You wonder how much you would make if you’d sell your kidney. Maybe you’d be able to afford the insane prices on StubHub. Or maybe if you beg enough, your favourite artist will put you on the guestlist. Life is hard for a music fan.
So those are the things most people go through when buying tickets.
Have you ever experienced stressful ticket-buying moments? Did you succeed in the end? Let me know in the comments!