Today is exactly a week when I had the best night of summer. No other summer night will top it. So already it is THE best night of the entire summer.
Picture it: screaming fans, flashing lights, adrenaline pumping through your veins, the spotlight is there and it’s time to shine.
All of a sudden you’re flying high reaching your ultimate star-studded dream while moments earlier you were just a small town girl with a big dream.
Okay, so I did not gain an enormous amount of fame within 30 minutes, but me and my friend got Coldplay tickets the night of just before it began!
It was practically the same feeling...tomato, tomato. Man, that doesn't work on print.
Anyway, if you must know the epic tale that will carry on from generation to generation…here it is:
My friend Lana and I planned to see the Coldplay concert months prior to the date. But prices were high and seats were bad. Times were tough. As the day approached we realized there had to be another way. Ironically, Wild 95.5 was giving away Coldplay tickets--and me being an intern here--totally got the hook up! Oh, yeah!
I wish. But the story is more epic this way anyway.
Okay, so we didn’t win the tickets. But on a whim, Lana suggested we just go to Miami and see what happens...mad props to my friend Lana for the idea; respect. So, we drive through the jungle of Miami traffic, neither of us knowing what to expect each time the gas pedal could be pushed further…
We make it! We did it! Hopes high! We strut to American Airlines Arena feeling pretty accomplished. But we begin to walk slower…and slower, as we realize we have no tickets, little money in our pockets, and everyone else is striding in with ease through the doors. What’s the next step? Look for a sketchy man selling tickets. My parents raised me well.
Apparently, everyone decided to dress up that evening and not leave any trace of sketch upon them. So Lana and I continue to scour the premises…eager but very, very confused on why this sounded like a good plan an hour earlier.
Finally, we notice a couple and a woman about to do an “exchange.” But it falls though, now is our time to pounce!
“Shannon, you go do it, go up to him”
Darn.
“Hey…” is all I say with smooth causality, I think.
Turns out the couple was selling but we didn’t have enough money and plus the seats were separated. So us being the negotiating professionals we are…step away and start whispering on what to do.
Thankfully, they were nice enough to cut us a deal that we could afford. YES! We got (maybe fraudulent) tickets!
After freaking out for a healthy 30 seconds, we approach the doors and pray the scanner beeps us through to victory.
My friend Lana is ahead of me about to get her Willy Won- I mean Coldplay ticket scanned.
*Beep*
And then fireworks go off along with the song We Are the Champions.
After our second healthy dose of squealing, this time lasting a little longer and receiving confused stares, we responsibly call our parents to announce our success. That really did happen, we actually called our parents. True story.
But! We have to deal with the issue of being separated.
Surprisingly, the usher was lenient and let us walk to our seats ourselves without escorting us.
Being the rebel I am, I sit next to Lana instead of going to my assigned seat; adrenaline pumping things going on here.
The seats are pretty darn good: next to the side of the stage but relatively close. Mind-blowing…just earlier we were walking around aimlessly empty-handed.
But, suddenly! “Excuse me; I think you’re in my seat.”
OH, NO!
“But it’s okay if no one else comes it’s fine.”
OH, YES!
Whoever you are sir, I will not make someone move for being in my seat and live on your legacy.
And no one else came. We were able to sit next to each other in awesome seats, watching not only the most amazing band...but our dream come true in the process.
Now, tell me you didn’t smile.
Intern: Shannon Donev @shannonD92V
I can't handle the truth!
Shout out to my girl Lana!
