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Here's the deal:
A couple months ago I found out that the musical obsession of mine that is Bloc Party would be touring a number of US cities. I didn't care that they were opening for Panic! at the Disco. I was just glad that they were coming to the US.
I prayed that they would come to Minneapolis. My prayers were answered.
Ecstatic, I immediately went to ticketmaster, found the show, put in that annoying verification word, and then prayed again when ticketmaster told me it was "looking for the best available seating". I had a mother****ing floor ticket!
So for the past two months the anticipation had been building slowly. I had plans laid out how I was going to be one of the first people at the arena, while smugly thinking of the good luck I had because the concert was on Thanksgiving (hence no college that day).
I was going to see my favorite band perform live, a few feet away from me. There was a very good chance I was going to be able to meet them too, since they aren't they aren't known very well around here.
Then I found out this morning that their drummer had one of his lungs collapse. Thankfully it was nothing serious, but the doctors have told them not to take any chances for a few weeks and they've cancelled all their remaining shows.
Now I'm stuck with a ticket for an absolute ****, frilly-blouse-wearing band that all the 13 year old MySpace scenesters listen to.
A couple months ago I found out that the musical obsession of mine that is Bloc Party would be touring a number of US cities. I didn't care that they were opening for Panic! at the Disco. I was just glad that they were coming to the US.
I prayed that they would come to Minneapolis. My prayers were answered.
Ecstatic, I immediately went to ticketmaster, found the show, put in that annoying verification word, and then prayed again when ticketmaster told me it was "looking for the best available seating". I had a mother****ing floor ticket!
So for the past two months the anticipation had been building slowly. I had plans laid out how I was going to be one of the first people at the arena, while smugly thinking of the good luck I had because the concert was on Thanksgiving (hence no college that day).
I was going to see my favorite band perform live, a few feet away from me. There was a very good chance I was going to be able to meet them too, since they aren't they aren't known very well around here.
Then I found out this morning that their drummer had one of his lungs collapse. Thankfully it was nothing serious, but the doctors have told them not to take any chances for a few weeks and they've cancelled all their remaining shows.
Now I'm stuck with a ticket for an absolute ****, frilly-blouse-wearing band that all the 13 year old MySpace scenesters listen to.