At precisely 9am this morning, tickets to McFly's recently announced UK Anthology tour officially went on sale to the general public, and if you were sat there with us, mouse hovering over the refresh button, then you'll know what a rollercoaster ride it was.
Somehow managed to get yourself a golden ticket into the teeny tiny venues to see the boys for the first time in years? Oh congrats, we're SO HAPPY FOR YOU (ugh), you've officially got magic powers and are better humans than we are.
But if you, like us, epically failed in your mission to secure McFly tickets then you may feel better in the knowledge that you are definitely not alone. Here's the 13 emotional stages that we all experienced today.
1. PURE JOY
April 25th 2016 will henceforth be known as the best day of my life. McFly are officially back together after many, many moons of a soulless emptiness in the music industry, and they're going on tour too. My days on this Earth have peaked.
Hang on. What if... What if I don't get tickets? Why the BLOODY NORA have they decided to play venues that are only marginally bigger than a shoebox? This is now my McEverest, and the possibility that I might not succeed is almost too much to handle. Pray for me.
Oh who am I KIDDING. I'm a ticket buying wizz anyway, and when it comes to McFly there's nothing that will get in my way. I've been to every single tour so far, and Anthology is not about to ruin my perfect score. Has anyone even said they were a fan of McFly since about 2005? It's only me and my weird friends who still like them. Oh I AM TICKETS.
Time to channel Rocky, Arnold Schwarzenegger and Mike Tyson all at once into my ticket buying abilities. I've set up camp from around 8am, I'm armed with provisional snacks, I've had extra strong coffee to make sure I'm at peak concentration level. There's even some work outs going on for my clicking finger.
Since WHEN does Ticketmaster have that incredibly stressful countdown clock. THERE'S THREE MINUTES TO GO. Is this what palpitations feel like? Am I having a stroke? Dougie Poynter, you are going to cause my demise. Although I did always know that my death would be McFly related so this all makes sense really.
9AM. AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. REFRESH REFRESH REFRESH. F**KING REFRESH.
No tickets available. Sorry what now? SORRY WHAT NOW? SSOOORRRYYYY WHATTTT NOWWW.
Surely not. It's got to be broken. The whole of the internet must be broken. Ticket websites are the worst and they always do this, and then a couple of minutes later, a load of tickets magically appear from nowhere, don't they? It's fine, it's cool, I'm definitely still going to see McFly. Definitely.
OKAY FINE. That's it. I'm not getting tickets. I'm not going to see McFly. But that's alright because it's not like I even wanted to go anyway. It's not like I've devoted my soul to this band for the past twelve years. It's not like I was around for the days of Fat Tom, Rat Leg Danny, bleached hair Harry and skater Dougie who didn't even say words outloud. DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT, I DIDN'T DESERVE TICKETS ANYWAY.
Time to prolong this torture by going on Twitter to look at all the people who did get tickets. Were you here when Dougie dyed his hair purple? Were you here when Lindsay Lohan happened? Oh look at them all, with their happy emojis and love for life. I loved life once.
*plays I'll Be Okay, She Falls Asleep Part II and The Heart Never Lies on repeat for the rest of time as single tear falls down cheek*
Is it worth checking the ticket sites again? Is it worth seeing if anyone's re-selling them for anything less than a million pounds? Will anyone trade my little brother in exchange for a 3 Shows 1 Click ticket? SOMEONE ANSWER MY PRAYERS. Danny, I'll carry your guitars for you and feed you grapes if you sneak me in. ANYONE.
Time to begin my new life roaming the wilderness, foraging for berries and riding goats across the land. That's the only way I'll ever get over this, and I must always remember that it's not always easy, but McFly's here forever.