Going Live

IT BECAME CLEAR that we weren’t going to get tickets. I hadn’t camped out for the exclusive presale with a small crypto-mining operation’s worth of laptops whirring as I refreshed the window. We had not actually realized that she was coming to our city until it was too late. The secondary market was brutal. A few days out, hundreds of tickets were for sale for prices ranging from $2500—“partially obstructed view,” possibly behind the stage—to $9000 for a spot on the floor. Things were no better on the gray market. Sites with names like Jake’s Tickets and Charlie Cheapseats, on which it starts to seem that Jake and Charlie are just one guy, were asking the same.