Firstly my daughters are big Bieber fans. (I am too but I don’t really tell people about that so much)…
There’s nothing better than seeing your children’s beautiful faces a light up seeing their idols, hearing them singing along to all the words, and noticing those little tears in the corners of their eyes. Yes, doing something that fills your child with joy is a wonderful thing isnt it? So I managed to get really good tickets for his concert, right at the front by the stage. They weren’t cheap, but that’s the way it is and sometimes it’s ok to treat yourselves because memories are invaluable especially for us.
Anyway I had quite an unfortunate upsetting experience yesterday at the concert and I thought why not write about it or MAYBE there’s the slim chance he might even see this. So here’s a letter to a father of two, aka the sanctimonious pr*ck I had the pleasure of talking to at the Justin Bieber concert yesterday in Hyde park. I would just like to let you know (should you ever read this) a little bit about the lead-up to this concert- all the things I had to go through to get there.
The five days leading up to this concert, I had 3 radiotherapy sessions on my brain which required me to lie still for one hour on a table in an uncomfortable tight mask. I also had a blood test, a meting with my oncologist, and then chemotherapy two days prior. Although looks can be deceiving in my case, I have incurable (terminal) cancer.
Yesterday we arrived at the park at 10am, and got our spot at the front at the barrier, something for me to lean against and near the wonderful security who kept giving me water throughout the day thank you guys. I cannot pinpoint the exact time but 2-3 hours later you must have turned up as I heard you talking behind me. This is a gist of what was said.
You were shouting in our direction. “Come on guys, we’ve got two litttle kids it’s their turn now at the front.” You were in the row behind us- second row with a great view of the stage. You continued bleating on, and I could not believe my ears at your self entitlement, you were so passive agreessive from the off! Anyway I was so annoyed I turned round and said a simple “No.” You were so disgruntled that your two children (who were not very young by the way) had to suffer in the second row. So I then said: “I paid a lot of money for these tickets, we’ve been here all day, if you wanted to be at the front you should have got here earlier.” You didn’t agree, why did I think you would?
So you wouldn’t let this drop. You just kept on and on and I know it was childish but I started mimicking you and your posh accent because you really were sounding like a knob and it tickled me (and seemingly the people next to me). God knows why I felt like I needed to justify myself but the final exchange came when I told you I had terminal cancer and this concert was really important to me and my family. What did you do? You scoffed at me-literally scoffed. You didn’t believe me did you? I was feigning terminal illness just so your kids couldn’t not stand in front of me. It was then I decided there was no reasoning with you and I turned around and tried to enjoy the rest of the day.
If you ever read this posh guy, please do not make assumptions on the way someone looks. Do not think that you or your children are more important than mine. This experience tarnished my day and left me feeling sad and actually guilty-yes guilty. Nobody wants to feel guilty over something that’s not their fault. It’s a most unpleasant feeling I don’t wish to experience again.
Remember, disabilities, cancer, mental illness, and other chronic diseases are not always seen. They can be hidden. Treat everyone with respect, and kindness, and never ask to push in at a Justin Bieber concert, because it just ain’t gonna happen. (Not if I’m there anyway)…