It’s happening, it’s really happening. The tickets have been purchased, the outfit perfected, and the daydreams take up more space than you care to admit. You’re about to see your all time favorite artist perform live and you can barely process what’s happening, so this is the only way to describe it.
Tour dates are announced and you and your friends are like:
You wait anxiously to buy tickets the second they go on sale:
You start to pick through outfits thinking:
The concert’s coming up and it’s all beginning to feel so surreal:
The day has arrived and you’re like:
You leave wicked early (like 10 hours early) to stand in line like:
You’re in! And now for the obscure opening acts that make you feel some type of way:
IT’S HAPPENING:
The rest of the concert you’re like:
and…
This is the best and worst part, the post-show euphoria:
The concert was the best thing to ever happen to you (like ever) and you can’t help but bring it up in EVERY conversation:
And now we enter the final stage, the mourning period:
Every Collegiette will experience the emotional rollercoaster it is to see your one, true obsession. What’s left to live for once you’ve seen them?
Easy – their next tour. So you can creepily stalk them and admit to them your true feelings (looking at you Beyoncé and Kanye):