Damn Backstreet Boys' concerts

Okay, today, August 14th is the day I personally got pissed off at the Backstreet Boys. Why you ask? Well...maybe my anger shouldn't be directed at them. Maybe I should be more mad at TicketMaster. Today, Backstreet Boy's tickets went on sale for their Milwaukee show. And me and Heidi had permission to go and everything! Yeah! So at around 9:35 ish...I started calling our ticketmaster, and Heidi went to the ticketmaster website to see if she could get them their. Well a funny thing happened. Da ticketmaster website kept giving us error messages. Okay, no problem. So we shut off da computer, and hooked up a phone to the internet line(we have two phone lines) Okay...things were going good so far. We were using two phones and we were sure we'd get the tickets. Now when we called for Nsync tix in May...oh we called for about 45 minuets before we got through. So....10:45 came and went...11:00 came and went..11:30 came and went...11:45 came and went FINALLY! Success! Heidi had gotten through at oh noonish.. she was on hold for forever...I was giddy as sixteen year old can get! I felt like screaming! I would have if Heidi hadn't shhhed me when I was just talkin to da cat. All the sudden, Heidi's facial expressions turned worried. She told me they couldn't get 4 tickets together (we needed 4, 2 for me and Heidi, 2 for our parential super vision) Okay maybe we could swing it with just one supervisor. Then Heidi, finally, got to talk with a live operator at ticket master. Heidi in her cheery little voice told the guy we needed 4 tickets for the Backstreet Boys in Milwaukee (Hehe for da Nsync concert, we ACCIDENTALLY got the tickets for Madison, instead of Milwaukee, but we got it fixed) Heidi again looked worried and all I heard her say was "Uh huh...oh..okay...bye" It was then I realised we weren't going to da concert. Heidi then explained to me they were sold out. Whats even worse? When Heidi said she needed BSB tickets da guy laughed at her. Okay so now I'm pissed off. Me and Heidi had been doing cartwheels days before da tickets went on sale because we were gonna go. We switched our back round on da computer to Brian...showin his tummy. Ya know it just really bites we were soooo looking forward to going and everything. We had it all planned out. We called for 2 freakin hours just to be told they were sold out. And hell yeah I'm bitter. Cause you know what...all my friends probably got tickets...my cousin and her friend probably got tickets. EVERY FREAKIN PERSON IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD PROBABLY GOT TICKETS! It's really sad ya know. Anyways....there now I won't explode when someone brings this subject up. But on November 4th...when the Backstreet Boys are 30 *beep*ing miles away from my house...I'll probably have to wear black, in mouring of the concert I'm not going to. Watch a dumb TAPED pay per view Backstreet Boys concert and tell myself I am really there. Until my dad kicks me out of the living room and tells me to shut off that damn tape. Yeah yeah life goes on...but each day I'll have that resentful feeling each time we make fun of Nick Carter...everytime I drool over Kevin's body, everytime I read one of those confusing and informative interviews with AJ. Everytime I look at my Kentucky Wildcats sweatshirt I got just cause of Brian...and everytime I see a troll doll and think of HoDo.


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