Word goes around via news or fan mail that your favorite artist is going on tour. Dreading getting tickets due to pricing, you open Ticketmaster and see diabolical resale tickets priced at about a billion dollars for a single ticket. Not really caring in the present tense on how much your bank account is, you decide to buy the tickets..

And be put into a waiting line of 300 others.

You’d most likely groan in this unfortunate situation, coming to the realization (if you hadn’t before) that your favorite band isn’t that… underground anymore. That’s what happened to me this weekend.

My Chemical Romance announced the other leg of the Long Live The Black Parade tour last Friday, where they’re playing in a bunch of different countries, cities, and continents. Having already seen this tour whenever they announced just North America, I begged my parents to go, despite having seen them at Dodger Stadium and at the Las Vegas Festival Grounds.

Knowing that the other superfans were gonna scalp the tickets like men in their 30s buying Pokémon cards (If you don’t know what I’m talking about, look it up, it’s very.. interesting to say the least), and people buying the tickets for a (somewhat) reasonable price and then selling them for thrice the price, I was cooked via ticket prices, and seats were a whole other story.

A day story short later, after convincing my mom, I finally got the tickets for me, my mom, and my brother to see MCR. Maybe, this will end my now three-year hyperfixation? Maybe it won’t. All I know is that I’m gonna see them again in October…

Of 2026.

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