my dad had somehow managed to score two tickets to a sold out jason mraz show. the tickets didn’t look like tickets; they looked like receipts (and were the size of large mail envelopes… they even had the carbon paper type thing). on it, it had like an address section and stuff, and it said that it was purchased from, CI, IL (or something similar to that), and i took it to mean that it was chicago, illinois. i mean, it was like a, “DUH, of course it’s from chicago,” type of feeling.
i was in line to get in, wondering what i was going to do with the other ticket i had since i was there alone and they retailed for $110. some girl was standing right outside the venue, and she was holding this purple piece of fabric that said she was looking for tickets on it. little pieces of paper with messages on them were like, pinned onto the fabric or something. odd. i talked to her about the tickets and she wanted them. i said that i wanted at least $100 and she looked distressed briefly and lingered to look for her dad, but soon came back saying okay. i handed her the ticket and she looked at it, but somehow, to her, “CI, IL” meant that the ticket was from IRAQ. she asked why the hell the ticket would be from iraq, and the girl in front of us in line — who turned out to be stephanie [mai… moni] from high school — told us that “CI, IL” was clearly chicago, not iraq. this seemed to calm the girl. i then said i’d wait with her to ensure that she got in. i myself had already gotten my ticket scanned and had gotten a wristband for it. i didn’t ask her for money right away.
as we were standing in line, jason mraz started playing his first song, which i think was “you and i both”… i quickly realized i did NOT want to be standing in line with her because it was causing me to miss the show, and i thought of ways i could rectify the situation and give her faith that she would get in without waiting with her. i thought of having her hold onto something i had for the time being and going in first and then meeting up with her to get it back. but then i thought, nevermind, and continued to painfully wait.
when we finally got up to the front of the line, it hadn’t been that far into the song. i showed the guy my wristband, and as i pulled up my sleeve, now my right arm was covered with wristbands. i had a hard time locating the one i was supposed to even show him.
i got distracted by mraz’s oh so sweet musak as we got closer to the door, and briefly wandered off. there were giant tv screens and an interesting setup unlike that of any other venue i had been to, so i was interested. when i came back to see if she had gotten in yet, she had disappeared somewhere and i was a little distressed that i could not locate her. i struggled to find the GA (general admission) section which our tickets took us to, and it was somewhere off to the right side of the stage. there weren’t that many people in that section, surprisingly, and i thought about looking for her in that area but hesitated, thinking that perhaps she was looking for me near the door and had not gotten in yet. this all after she had NOT paid me yet.
i decided, after looking at the GA section again, that i would head down there since she did not seem to be by the door. i thought of how i could get mraz’s attention or something, including an idea which somehow involved a cellphone. end.