Heart Broken Fan Needs Advice

Back - Index - Submissions - - What is RSS? Date: Aug 17, 2099 Source: Gillian Felix Submitted By: My name is Gillian and I am a 26 year old Backstreet FANATIC!!!! I've admired and idolized them even before they were big in America. Their music touched my soul, and I am not ashamed to say saved my life. You could say I owe my life to those 5 guys. I moved to NYC 2 years ago, and the Boys were finally making it in good ol' America. Last year I couldn't afford to go to their concert, so you could imagine how EXTATIC I was to be able to go to the concert this year... or so I thought. On Saturday August 14th as any fan know tickets went on sale for their American Millennium tour. I was 6th in line to purchase tickets I stood in line from Friday after work (about 5:30pm) till 10 am on Saturday. I was supported by everyone in my office, cuz anyone who knows me knows my love for those guys. I didn't entertain the thought of not getting tickets. Even though there was a storm warning that night and that it was down right dangerous to sleep on the streets of Queens NY outside of The Wiz for tickets, I did so anyway, along with a couple of BSB fans, 14 year old Ashley, her sister Kath, my sis Sherry who is 20 and love them as much as I do. Apart from the downright disrespect and mis-treatment of some of the Wiz's employees, who said that we would never get tickets by camping out. I kept the faith. Where I was brought up if you worked hard enough for something you usually get it. You want to go to a concert, get good seats, pay your money, go early and get the tickets. We stayed the night through the dangerous thunderstorm, super heavy rains, and not to mention the man-sized rats roaming the sidewalks of Queens NY. Part of the night I felt like giving up and going home, but I stayed because I KNOW those boys are worth every bit of the pain I was going through. What helped me get through that horrible night was singing their songs, and thinking how hard they'd worked to get where they are. I remembered in one of the articles I'd read where one of the boys said that in the early days they'd slept in a school bus with no heat in the middle of winter. I know I would probably not be able to meet them and thank them personally for what they'd done for me and hug them for all their hardships but at least I could support them. When tickets went on sale on Saturday, I was still hopeful, how could someone 6'TH IN LINE not get tickets??? Management of The Wiz @ Rego Park Queens NY came out and gave us lotto tickets from 1 to 140-something. Of course I got 006 as my ticket#. Someone reached in the bag and pulled out #130-something. So people behind 130-something got to go buy tickets. Now tell me how is that FAIR???? The rest of us who roughed out the rains, rats & thunderstorms had to go to he!! as far as they were concerned. People who walked in @ 10 to 10 got tickets. I stood there and watched all these little girls around me start to cry. It was the most heart wretching thing I have ever seen. Some people felt sorry for them and offered to purchase their tickets, but what about my sister and I? Nobody cared, offered, or even gived a hoot that we were there. What because we are not starry eyed teens we are less important? Or we love them less? We love each and everyone of those guys, and respect their talent. That's right their talent, not their hot bods, or devilishly gorgeous good looks!!!! My point is who ever may read this, is giving out lotto tickets to buy tickets legal? What about first come first serve? How can one take action against that kind of crap??? I know my sister and I are not the only people this has happened to. I hope to get people together and and DO something about this kind of injustice. Please help, I need some advice. Heart broken fan Gillian Felix Email zzombie23@hotmail.com Comment on this item. Recent Comments Submitted by: johnansaz http://imrdsoacha.gov.co/silvitra-120mg-qrms Submitted by: Ann Submitted by: James Submitted by: Mary Submitted by: Louise Submitted by: Lemat Submitted by: John Submitted by: Ann Elisabeth Submitted by: Paulo Submitted by: John Comment on this item. Next Item: An Open Letter To The Backstreet Boys Prev Item: Basketball Boys