In the great war of buying tickets for the Eras tour, I am hopeless, breathless, and burning slow.
If you are a passionate (or deranged) Swiftie, you would have noticed the two Taylor Swift references I made in the previous sentence.
Not to brag, but I am not just the kind of Swiftie who knows all of Taylor’s lyrics. I can recognize her songs with only a second of instrumental, and I’m pretty sure I can write a research paper decoding every little detail about You’re On Your Own, Kid.
Up until the start of The Eras Tour, I’ve never actually fathomed how famous Miss Swift is. I thought many people knew her, but I never imagined getting tickets to her shows would be as bloody as it is. When did everyone and their grandma suddenly become a Swiftie?
In a massive stadium packed with thousands of people, I bet only a handful know the words to the most underrated Taylor gems like Mary’s Song, Need, or Renegade.
Music itself is a beautiful thing. It is magical and fascinating in ways each of us wants it to be. The music industry (which is also Taylor herself) on the other hand, is quite different. It is still business, money and all.
As the artist’s fame increases, so does their demand and cost of tickets, reducing your chances of attending.
The intense competition of securing seats for her shows is one struggle, the ticket prices for her shows are another. But hear me out, being a broke Filipina Swiftie is a different kind of misfortune.
There is no Eras tour in the Philippines. And while Singapore is there as our nearest hope, over 22 million people registered for the Asia shows.
To increase your chances of getting a ticket, you need an access code, a really fast internet speed, the patience of a saint, and frankly, a miracle.
It’s like trying to win the lottery while riding a unicorn.
Moreover, the cost of plane fares and hotel accommodations are no joke – especially for a broke college student like yours truly, who’s still living off instant noodles.
So here I am, a poor Filipina Swiftie who can barely afford the cheapest seat, speaking my mind and sharing how the circumstances are breaking my heart.
I know I’m speaking for all the die-hard Swifties out there when I say that it is our wildest dream to hear her sing live.
Until then, we’ll keep dreaming and belting out her tunes in our bedrooms, hoping that one day, just maybe, our time will come.
