I've said it may time before, I love Thirty Seconds to Mars. I'm a self-proclaimed crazy fan-girl, so naturally I was overly excited when I found out they were playing a concert in Baltimore! I wanted to buy the Ultimate Fan pack tickets but I knew there was no point in trying to get my mother to buy me $250 tickets. Instead, I'm buying general admission tickets. I don't care what tickets I get. I just want to go.
Because I'm a minor, mother won't let me and my best friends go to this particular venue alone. She wasn't going to let me go at all. Neither was my friend's mother. This scared the shit out of me. I go back to school a week later and I can't make it to the only other show that's a reasonable driving distance. Our mother's talked on the phone while me and my friend cired. Crying is a bit of an understatement. We sobbed. For a long time. I've given my mother an awful time about this concert, but I'm NOT missing it. I will be there, and everyone will know I'm there.
I'm pretty crazy day-to-day so I know I'm not going to be able to conduct myself like a normal human being. My friend is convinced that I'm going to have a panic attack. I do this nervous/excited finger btiting thing, and honestly, I'm scared that I'm going to chew a finger off waiting to get into the venue. My friend is an equally crazy fan and I know we're both going to freak out.
To finish this post I'd like to say: I'M GOING TO A THIRTY SECONDS TO MARS CONCERT. *screams and flails*
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