So, I'm pretty good at getting tickets for shows and shizz, but today has been a whole new experience.
My dear friend asked me to get us One direction tickets for next March.
Now I'm not a huge fangirl of them like I've said before, but she is...110% obsessed so because I'm such a nice best friend I will be going with her, despite the fact that I will need therapy to prepare myself for being with thousands of her (I barely coped in the theatre tour)
So I got to seetickets (Obv, why choose ticketmaster that would set me to fail) and was quite calm, I knew what I was doing, I thought it would be alright because it was arenas...they wouldn't sell that quickly...
Holy fuck I was wrong.
By the time I got out of the "Queue" most "Good" tickets were gone so I went into freak mode desperately searching for good tickets, when Hallelujah! I got some! I deserve a medal.
Cardiff. Sunday. March 3rd. Bitches.
I don't know what I would of said to my friend if I didn't get tickets... I feel like our friendship would of been over.
This tour better be fucking good, the stress I went through to get those tickets. They should pay for my therapy.
Sian x
