Claire-Adele and I saw Taylor Swift twice in Brazil. We bought one set of tickets planning for the trip and a second set while we were here. The cost of the Saturday show dropped to $90 for floor seats, far below the Brazilian face value of the tickets. When Claire-Adele asked if we should go, I said of course.
Taylor’s initially scheduled two shows in Rio, and added a third based on demand, which is great, but how can the people scheduling concerts know the true demand of the robot scalpers and buying so many tickets hoping to profit? It would be crazy.
I hope we bought these tickets from a robot scalper and they had to take a loss on the whole show.
At the second show, a screecher stood behind us. Everyone in the stadium was singing along, but this chick was screaming or yelling the lyrics, completely out of tune. She was sobbing and shouting the lyrics to “You Belong with Me” and “Love Story.” My head was about to explode. I had a few choices:
- I could continue to stand next to her and resent that she was ruining the concert.
- I could use my translation app and tell her to shut the fuck up, which would not have represented Americans well.
- I could passive-aggressively dance in her face and get her to move.
- I could move.
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