A Day In My Life


I am a Belieber. For those who don’t know what that is, it is a fan of Justin Bieber. I have been a fan of Justin since I was in the eighth grade, which means I have loved him for about six years now.

When people at my university find out I am a fan, they are usually shocked. Maybe they feel I am too old to like him, or maybe they thought he wasn’t my type of musician or person because I listen to people like John Lennon also? Being a Justin Bieber fan is just something that has stuck with me for years, and probably won’t ever go away.

I’ve been by his side through everything. Well not physically by his side, but a fan through everything. Through puberty, through his music change, through his dark period, through his music break, and now through his comeback.

With his comeback, and the release of his new album, he announced he is going on tour and three of the tour stops are close to me in San Francisco! I immediately decided I am going and I am getting tickets no matter what…

Pre-sale tickets were on sale less than a week after he announced the tour, so there was no time to save money or prepare or anything.

I just knew I had to get tickets. Anyone who has ever endured a Justin Bieber ticket sale knows it is a battlefield. They sell out in minutes, you sweat a little, risk injuring your fingers from anxious clicking and tapping, and some people exit the war without a ticket victory.

I lost the war when he was last on tour three years ago. I had work and when I logged on to get tickets, they were all gone. Had sold out in minutes.

For next year’s Purpose Tour, I expected the same thing even though he only announced the tour a few days ago.

So, I logged into my computer at 8:40 a.m. Pre-sale tickets went on sale at 10a.m. At ten, my computer automatically refreshed and I had my finger ready to quickly click to get a ticket. But, due to heavy traffic I was put on the waitlist. I had to wait ten minutes to get in and get a ticket.

When the ten minutes were up, I was put into the battlefield and was notified all of the tickets were gone. I’m not going to lie, my grown self cried. But, I wasn’t going to leave the war just yet. I had three venue chances, and they all were sold out. What the hell.

My mom said next time because she didn’t want me spending all that money.

But, I did not walk away. I was not accepting defeat. I stayed logged on, now adding my phone to the mix, and I kept refreshing hoping someone might put their ticket back or lose their ticket for not completing the information in time.

After two hours of refreshing, I left the battlefield. It took blood, sweat, and tears but I GOT TICKETS!


I have been a fan for almost six years and this is my first time ever seeing him live. The tickets were expensive, but my mom actually didn’t complain because she knows I have been in love with him for years.

I looked at a copy of my ticket online and I began laughing like a creepy person. I was uncontrollably laughing, then I was crying happy tears.

The excitement still hasn’t died down and it’s been almost a week since I got my tickets.

When I was sent the order confirmation, my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. I was swimming in exuberance. I still cannot believe it.

Getting tickets was one of the hardest things I have endured. Beliebers are vicious and swallow up all of the tickets very rapidly. But, this time I did it.

Getting a ticket caused me to be late to my class, and slashed my checking account ha, but I regret nothing because I am going to see JUSTIN BIEBER ON HIS PURPOSE TOUR!

🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂


*P.S. that picture is of me from 2011. Haha. I miss that shirt. I don’t know what happened to it!

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