Presale day arrives. You wake up at 5 AM in your pajamas. You have three devices: laptop, phone, tablet. You are a cyborg of determination.
The queue starts. You see a number: 2,345 in line. You wait. You watch the little dancer icon on the screen. It’s hypnotic. You question your life choices.
Suddenly, you’re in. The map loads. GREEN DOTS! Real seats! Your heart races. You click. You input your code. You pay. Success! You have tickets that don’t exist to the general public yet.
