The Frustrations of Being a Fan-Girl: why it sometimes sucks to be a music lover.

Undeniably, one of the biggest frustrations of falling in love with music is the disappointment of it all. I know it sounds cynical, but in my experience, I’ve found it to be true

There are so many moments in the life of music lovers and fan-girls alike where they feel an overwhelming sense of doubt, disappointment and regret. Of course, I’m not trying to imply that loving music is a fruitless endeavour. But like most good things in life, you gotta take the good with the bad.

So, here a couple of the let downs of being a fan-girl (or boy). Those moments in life where you feel so indescribably let down by music, God, karma or whatever it is in which you place your faith. This is more than likely going to be entry one of many, as I regularly find things about being a fan that really grind my gears.

Sold Out Concerts

I place this first on my list as it’s an issue to me that is still raw. And if this has never happened to you, then count yourself extremely lucky. So let me paint you a picture, gentle readers.

You find yourself waking at the crack of dawn, armed with every debit card you have in your possession. You wait by the computer, between an hour and half an hour before ticket sales officially go on sale. A few minutes before the sales go live, you’re placed in a queue. You’re calm at first, but the “wait a moment please” suddenly starts to look more like “wait a month please” in your delusional state of apprehension; you start to feel that heavy weight in the pit of your stomach that suggests you’re going to fail.

By some stroke of luck, you’re let through to the booking page. Hallelujah! Surely this means you’re guaranteed a ticket or two, right? Wrong. After you’ve entered your card details with quivering fingers, pinpoint accuracy and clicked book tickets, you’re sent to another page. This page informs you that whilst you’ve been dilly dallying, entering your card details, the ticket have been snatched away.

This tragedy happens far too often for all high demand gigs. Personally, it’s happened to me twice. Once for Blink-182’s first UK headlining tour since their reunion, at Nottingham’s Capital FM Arena. Skipping a lesson at college so I could be at a computer for half past nine was an unwise move, considering the website crashed, the phone lines were jammed and I didn’t manage to get a ticket. The second time was for, similarly, Fall Out Boy’s first UK headlining show since their reunion, at the Camden Underworld, just a few weeks back. I got all the way to the booking page and was then told that the tickets had sold out. At 8:58, two minutes before they were supposed to go on sale. And I’m still incredibly pissed about it.

Failing to Meet a Band

If you’ve never waited outside of a gig to meet your favourite band, you’re doing something wrong. Throngs of teen fans (and the occasional adult) often gather outside venues after shows finish in order to catch a glimpse, or better yet, meet their idols. I should know. I’ve been one of those fans.

It’s rare for a band to hang around after a show so that they can meet the fans. Most of the time it’s hard for them to stay, but you’re lucky if you happen to be outside the night they decide to make an appearance.

Sadly, more often than not you’re left out in the cold waiting – waiting for someone who’s probably already left. Just because you can see a tour bus, doesn’t mean it’s who you think it is. And it’s awfully disappointing when you leave a gig with a feeling of sadness in your stomach. You should be thrilled after a concert. But instead, you’re cold, you’re a little bit sad and you have to wait until next time to try again to meet your idols.

My worst experience of this? Leeds Festival 2012. Sure, it’s a little different to waiting outside a tour bus in the pouring rain waiting for a band, but I queued up to meet Paramore at the signing tent at Leeds Fest last year. Expecting it to be busy, but still holding onto hope that I might meet the band, I arrived at the tent to see a snaking queue, extending far past the barriers laid out for fans. With a 30 minute slot to meet fans, it was stupid to think that a band as big as them would be able to meet everyone. But after being told 5 minutes before the end by a bouncer that there was no way in hell we were going to get the chance, I left with the most disappointed feeling in my heart. It sounds pathetic, but there’s no feeling quite like being so close to meeting your idol, just be turned away again.

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