“Come on mom the line is probably short, lets hurry up and get the ticket!” I yelled while running as fast I could to the ticket booth. I was grasping onto the twenty-dollar bill in my hand and my heart was pounding. I didn’t want the show to be sold out by the time I got there. There was no way I was going to miss a show from The Beatles, my all-time favorite band. I have been to all their concerts and have all their current albums. My mom was chasing after me yelling, “slow down! The line is probably short anyway.” The wind was in my ears and I ignored her as I sprinted down the streets without even looking. As I looked up I stopped. My heart stopped beating and my face turned red. I dropped onto my knees and opened my mouth making a really long face. I was speechless and couldn’t feel the ground beneath me and I felt as if my life was over at that point. As I stared for 30 seconds at the line, I could tell that I wasn’t going to be able to see one of my favorite bands perform.
My mom caught up with me, “Wow! This line is really long. Let’s go to the end.” It looked as if everyone in the world was there all lined up as it was two miles long. “What if I don’t get the ticket?” I thought to myself. “What if I don’t get this new album?” It wasn’t going to happen; it was as if the world was ending for me. “Mom, I knew this would happen, we shouldn’t have stopped for dinner!” I exclaimed. I was breathing really fast and I couldn’t stop. Every time I looked at that line, I felt like I would throw up. There was a silence and I was thinking about Janet, my friend who loves the Beatles. I was going to go with her, but it would be upsetting to tell her I didn’t get a ticket; she would have to go by herself then. “I’m sorry, if this doesn’t work out we’ll try going for the next performance,” Mom said sympathetically. I was still frustrated that I might not be able to see this one, though. There were many people getting off the line and every time a group of people got off, I would start shaking and crying tears of joy, however, the line was still long and not moving at all. As my mom was looking back at the line, she asked, “Do you want to leave? This will take forever and we might not even get tickets.” I replied, “We can at least try to, it’s not THAT long.” I was being sarcastic hoping she would want to stay. However, at the same time I feel like it is at the waste of time at this point as well and we shouldn’t bother. At the time, I was scared because if this were a once-in-a-lifetime event, it would be a real shame to miss. I really just needed to be patient and wait in line. There was bound to be enough tickets for all these people.
Ding! A notification went off on my phone. As I took out my phone and set my password, I checked my messages and I got a new one from Janet. She says she got me an extra ticket and asked me where I was on line. As I read that message, I slowly sat on the sidewalk. My mind felt cleared from all stress and I sighed in relief. My heart slowly stopped pounding; “Mom, mom, mom! Janet got me a ticket!” I screamed abruptly. “That’s very nice, but where is she?” she asked. Just then, Janet walked from the ticket booth. “There you are!” she said as she handed me the ticket. “Thank you so much! See you tomorrow night!” I exclaimed thankfully.