Source: Gillian Felix zzombie23@hotmail.com
My name is Gillian and I am a 26 year old Backstreet FANATIC!!!! I've
admired and idolized them even
before they were big in America. Their music touched my soul, and I
am not ashamed to say saved my life.
You could say I owe my life to those 5 guys. I moved to NYC 2 years
ago, and the Boys were finally making
it in good ol' America. Last year I couldn't afford to go to their
concert, so you could imagine how
EXTATIC I was to be able to go to the concert this year... or so I
thought.
On Saturday August 14th as any fan know tickets went on sale for their
American Millennium tour. I was
6th in line to purchase tickets I stood in line from Friday after work
(about 5:30pm) till 10 am on
Saturday. I was supported by everyone in my office, cuz anyone who
knows me knows my love for those
guys. I didn't entertain the thought of not getting tickets. Even though
there was a storm warning that
night and that it was down right dangerous to sleep on the streets
of Queens NY outside of The Wiz for
tickets, I did so anyway, along with a couple of BSB fans, 14 year
old Ashley, her sister Kath, my sis
Sherry who is 20 and love them as much as I do. Apart from the downright
disrespect and mis-treatment
of some of the Wiz's employees, who said that we would never get tickets
by camping out. I kept the
faith. Where I was brought up if you worked hard enough for something
you usually get it. You want to go
to a concert, get good seats, pay your money, go early and get the
tickets.
We stayed the night through the dangerous thunderstorm, super heavy
rains, and not to mention the
man-sized rats roaming the sidewalks of Queens NY. Part of the night
I felt like giving up and going
home, but I stayed because I KNOW those boys are worth every bit of
the pain I was going through.
What helped me get through that horrible night was singing their songs,
and thinking how hard they'd
worked to get where they are. I remembered in one of the articles I'd
read where one of the boys said
that in the early days they'd slept in a school bus with no heat in
the middle of winter.
I know I would probably not be able to meet them and thank them personally
for what they'd done for me
and hug them for all their hardships but at least I could support them.
When tickets went on sale on
Saturday, I was still hopeful, how could someone 6'TH IN LINE not get
tickets??? Management of The
Wiz @ Rego Park Queens NY came out and gave us lotto tickets from 1
to 140-something. Of course I got
006 as my ticket#. Someone reached in the bag and pulled out #130-something.
So people behind
130-something got to go buy tickets. Now tell me how is that FAIR????
The rest of us who roughed out
the rains, rats & thunderstorms had to go to he!! as far as they
were concerned. People who walked in @
10 to 10 got tickets. I stood there and watched all these little girls
around me start to cry. It was the
most heart wretching thing I have ever seen. Some people felt sorry
for them and offered to purchase
their tickets, but what about my sister and I? Nobody cared, offered,
or even gived a hoot that we were
there. What because we are not starry eyed teens we are less important?
Or we love them less? We love
each and everyone of those guys, and respect their talent. That's right
their talent, not their hot bods,
or devilishly gorgeous good looks!!!!
My point is who ever may read this, is giving out lotto tickets to buy
tickets legal? What about first come
first serve? How can one take action against that kind of crap??? I
know my sister and I are not the only
people this has happened to. I hope to get people together and and
DO something about this kind of
injustice.
Please help, I need some advice.
Heart broken fan
Gillian Felix
Email zzombie23@hotmail.com