My friend Shelby and I had been planning on attending the Harry Styles concert in Pittsburgh for about a month, if not longer. But Shelby constantly insisted that we needed to wait to get tickets, because they would go down in price. She credited this logic to other concerts she had scored tickets to by waiting until the last minute, such as One Direction and Justin Bieber.
Obviously I trusted her, she’s my bestie, but I was also VERY hesitant.
The week before the concert, I continuously texted her tickets I would see that I thought were good deals, but she would just explain her tactic and overall convince me to wait. This went on until the day of the concert.
Shelby got to my house to get ready around 1:00, the concert started at 8:00. We looked at tickets but Shelby decided it would be better to wait a little bit longer so the tickets would start to go down again.
Flash forward three hours later, and we’re done getting ready. Shelby checked tickets again, but still none were good enough. I was getting a little anxious at this point, but I put my faith in Shelby.
We left to head down to Pittsburgh around 4:00 and since I was driving I wasn’t able to look at tickets, but Shelby could. She would read me off a few prices, and when I would suggest we just get it she would always tell me, “that’s what they want us to do, we need to wait it out.” So we did.
We got dinner, anxiously watching ticket prices, and then decided we should head to the venue.
The drive to the venue was one of the most stressful drives of my life. Let me paint a picture to you to try and explain what it was like.
Imagine me, someone who has driven in Pittsburgh maybe ten times? Probably less. Imagine that person (me) having to deal with concert traffic, which already sounds stressful as hell. But it doesn’t end there.
Picture Shelby in the seat next to me, continuously refreshing the page to try and see if the tickets we want are going down in price, when all of a sudden, the tickets start getting bought quicker than you can imagine.
Shelby started freaking out, and clicked on a ticket we had been looking at just to try and get it, I started trying to get my card out of my wallet while in standstill traffic.
Then, guess what, it gets even worse. My card company sees the charge, and automatically suspects it’s fraud and doesn’t let the card go through, so we got timed out on those tickets and lost them.
I start freaking out because my card isn’t working, along with being in crazy city traffic, and Shelby becomes stressed trying to find tickets that aren’t too expensive when they all are beginning to sell out.
Finally, Shelby is able to purchase tickets, and I park my car at the venue. Do I want to share the cost of the tickets that were were waiting till the last minute to get because we thought they would be cheaper? Not really (cough, cough, $550, cough), but was it worth it, 100%. I could have gone without the stress though!
Love you Harry, we’d do anything for you (if you couldn’t tell).