What happens when Live Nation gets in my fairy tale
Let me tell you a fairytale that won't be in any of the books. Goes like this:
In the land known as The Deep South there was a Girl with a Fairy Godmother who took care of her when things went to shit and helped her believe that Good Things Do Happen. When the Girl's grandmother was dying, the Fairy Godmother used Live Nation to send her tickets to a Fall Out Boy show because the death of the Girl's grandmother made her miss the first one. The Girl was very grateful because this band was one of those Good Things Do Happen occurrences in her life and she loved her Fairy Godmother for helping her to get her there. Over the course of months, with her Fairy Godmother's support(and lots of therapy and other stuff) the Girl actually became social enough that she was all set to go to the Concert the Fairy Godmother had procured for her WITH A GROUP OF NEW FRIENDS she had made ALL BY HERSELF! *gasp* It was something of a momentous occasion. But when she went to get the ticket, she noticed a problem she hadn't seen before - the ticket was only for parking - so the Girl called The Ticketmaster and was kept waiting on Holdline of Epic Torment and was told by The Ticketmaster that lo, despite the Fairy Godmother's powerful magic, the actual concert ticket was paperless and therefore could not be transferred and transfers of Live Nation paperless tickets was forbidden according to the laws of the realm. In fact the law was so strict the guards at the gate of the castle where the Concert would be held check IDs against tickets and so there was nothing the Girl could do but surrender to her defeat. She couldn't travel anyway as her mother's boyfriend's chariot was blocking her's in the garage. So the Girl's new friends had to go on without her and she was left to spend yet another saturday alone in her basement, watching bad reality TV and feeling guilty for letting people down.
The End.
Suck it Grimm Bros.
Cry on the couch all the poets come to life
Its like the universe doesnt want me to see Fall Out Boy play together or something.
I've got headaches and bad luck
This the third time something has stopped me. Third. Jesus.
I've got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match
In the land known as The Deep South there was a Girl with a Fairy Godmother who took care of her when things went to shit and helped her believe that Good Things Do Happen. When the Girl's grandmother was dying, the Fairy Godmother used Live Nation to send her tickets to a Fall Out Boy show because the death of the Girl's grandmother made her miss the first one. The Girl was very grateful because this band was one of those Good Things Do Happen occurrences in her life and she loved her Fairy Godmother for helping her to get her there. Over the course of months, with her Fairy Godmother's support(and lots of therapy and other stuff) the Girl actually became social enough that she was all set to go to the Concert the Fairy Godmother had procured for her WITH A GROUP OF NEW FRIENDS she had made ALL BY HERSELF! *gasp* It was something of a momentous occasion. But when she went to get the ticket, she noticed a problem she hadn't seen before - the ticket was only for parking - so the Girl called The Ticketmaster and was kept waiting on Holdline of Epic Torment and was told by The Ticketmaster that lo, despite the Fairy Godmother's powerful magic, the actual concert ticket was paperless and therefore could not be transferred and transfers of Live Nation paperless tickets was forbidden according to the laws of the realm. In fact the law was so strict the guards at the gate of the castle where the Concert would be held check IDs against tickets and so there was nothing the Girl could do but surrender to her defeat. She couldn't travel anyway as her mother's boyfriend's chariot was blocking her's in the garage. So the Girl's new friends had to go on without her and she was left to spend yet another saturday alone in her basement, watching bad reality TV and feeling guilty for letting people down.
The End.
Suck it Grimm Bros.
Cry on the couch all the poets come to life
Its like the universe doesnt want me to see Fall Out Boy play together or something.
I've got headaches and bad luck
This the third time something has stopped me. Third. Jesus.
I've got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match