
2024.
At this point, I had fully accepted my reality:
I am an unhinged fangirl.
I commit too easily—to good music, fandom antics, and, most dangerously, live concerts.
So when YOASOBI, the literal soundtrack of my life, announced their 2025 Jakarta concert in February…
My brain short-circuited.
I had to go. No debate. No hesitation. Instant life priority.
Especially because I was still emotionally scarred from January 2024—when they came to Jakarta and I got completely sold outed.
I still went to the venue, desperately hoping to somehow get a ticket.
But even scalpers were asking me if I had spare tickets.
T_T
That was the moment my YOASOBI dreams shattered.
So when the 2025 tickets went on sale, I wasn’t taking any chances.
Front row seat to the ticket link. Fingers primed. Refreshed the page the second sales opened.
Clicked like my existence depended on it.
And—SUCCESS.
I secured a festival ticket for Day 2.
One Tiny Problem.
The concert had two days.
My budget? Only enough for one.
That’s why, Day 2.
So, bestie and I formed a foolproof plan before the ticket war:
We’d go on Day 2—because if we watched the last day, there’d be no way to impulsively buy more tickets after, right?
Flawless. Foolproof. No room for financial recklessness.
LOGIC, right?
…
Or so I thought.
Fast-forward to February 2025—A.K.A. Just a Few Days Ago.
About a week before the concert, bestie hit me up with a message:
“Hey, turns out my son really loves YOASOBI, and he begged me to take him.”
Being the responsible enabler that I am, I said:
“Okay, but… you do realize our tickets are for festival standing, right? Is he gonna be okay with that?”
Then bestie hit me with:
“Since this is his first concert, I don’t want him standing for 3–4 hours.”
(Haha. Welcome to the chaos, little buddy. May this be the first step into financial ruin.)
So, in a moment of pure, self-proclaimed genius, I came up with a solution:
“Why don’t you just buy tickets for Day 1 and get seats instead? That way, your son doesn’t have to suffer, and you get to watch YOASOBI for two days.”
(Wow. Incredible. So wise. Definitely wasn’t setting myself up for disaster.)
Confession Time.
Okay, I’ll admit it.
From the moment I bought my Day 2 ticket, my brain had already started strategizing a way to go to Day 1.
Not consciously.
But deep down, my gremlin instincts were at work.
The official tickets weren’t sold out yet.
That meant I still had a chance to buy a Day 1 ticket.
But I needed a reason.
A solid, justifiable, completely logical reason.
And my bestie’s son?
The perfect excuse.
You see, in my twisted, reversed logic, I already knew I’d get hit with Post-Concert Depression after Day 2.
I knew I’d regret not going to Day 1, which would make my PCD even worse.
So… why not surrender to fate and go to Day 1 too?
That way, no regrets.
Only financial ruin.
(Flawless plan. Zero flaws. What could possibly go wrong?)
The Problem.
However, one tiny issue remained.
I wasn’t prepared to spend a fortune on another concert ticket.
(I mean, I had just dropped serious cash on J-Hope’s two-day concert, and my savings were already RIP.)
So, I turned to the only logical solution:
Scalpers.
a.k.a. the dark side of concert tickets.
I knew that when official tickets didn’t sell out, scalpers could get desperate to offload them—sometimes slashing prices by 50-70% just to break even.
So… in an attempt to justify my obvious betrayal of my beloved YOASOBI, I convinced myself:
“At least I already bought my Day 2 ticket from the official site.”
“And by showing up on Day 1 (even with a black-market ticket), I was still supporting them.”
…
Right?
To Be Continued…
Did I get the scalper ticket?
Did I attend both days?
The YOASOBI concert review drop is coming up next! 🎤🔥
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