That’s why some scalpers and brokers are asking for as much as $3,000 a ticket, politicians have been staging news conferences and Ticketmaster officials have been ducking for cover.“Hell hath no fury like the parent of a child throwing a tantrum,” said a weary Joe Freeman, vice president of Ticketmaster. The resale frenzy is making other top touring acts this year -- the Police, Bruce Springsteen, Van Halen and Beyonce -- seem so last century.
“People who have been in this business for a long time are watching what’s happening, and they say there hasn’t been a demand of this level or intensity since the Beatles or Elvis.”Reasons for that include parents who are out of practice when it comes to buying concert tickets and their children who, apparently, are unaccustomed to disappointment. On Stubhub.com, a leading online marketplace for tickets, the average selling price for a Cyrus ticket was $214 -- which was higher than the Police ($209) or Beyonce ($212).
Someone really needs to take a better look at their security/access rights procedures.
You can't just allow access for everyone who clicks the "Let me in" button, you need to establish need-to-know first. The picture above is of Hannah Montana herself; just for those who don't know.
There’s been parental panic in Portland, Ore., severe tropical depression in Tampa, Fla., and a mad scramble in Minneapolis.
There was so much outrage among families in Little Rock that the Arkansas attorney general promised a swift investigation, as did his counterpart in Missouri after seeing the dust-up in Kansas City.“It would be as close to her dream coming true as possible. Those numbers haven’t escaped the notice of the tour promoter, AEG Live. I would love to have more tickets to sell.”It’s not that easy. In August, Miley and her dad were in Anaheim at Downtown Disney to attend a premiere of “High School Musical 2.” The crowd seemed euphoric when the star showed up, and, during a quiet moment of reflection, the elder Cyrus confided that even his family has days when it feels like the whole “Hannah Montana” phenomenon is beyond its reach.“It’s been a whirlwind,” he said, “but she’s handling it well, and I think it’s just going to get bigger and it’s going to get wilder.It’s unfortunate that a lot of investors bought these tickets to turn around and make a huge profit off them. If kids really want something, it’s really important, you want to give it to them.”The tour kicks off in St. Randy Phillips, the company’s president and chief executive, said Friday that one obvious solution is to add shows. There are some child labor issues involved in some states, but an even bigger problem is Disney’s plan for its young star: A script is in the final stages for a “Hannah Montana” feature film, and spring has been circled as the optimum filming time.“Miley would like to stay on the road forever, but it’s not that simple,” said Gary Marsh, Disney Channel Worldwide’s president of entertainment. I sure wish I didn't know that, when i think about it.Anyway, even if it isn't written by a 6 year old, it's still hilarious and depressingly true. At the front of every door were fairies, which would grant their wishes of people of all ages, by sprinkling fairy dust onto guests as they walked into the store.On a beautiful day, girls of all ages sat in front of pink heart-shaped mirrors, listening to pop music and were became rockstars, princesses, and favorite celebrities including Miley Cyrus and Ashley Tisdale. When Fluffy the class hamster suddenly turned from tan-with-white spots to buckskin, I knew it wasn't due to "hamster molting." It was because Fluffy's little corpse is mouldering down in the incinerator room where the teachers go to smoke pot while we're in gympardon me, interpretive movementclass. Sort of like Daddy isn't coming back, though that was because he decided to run off with his secretary, for whom, oddly enough, he is able to maintain an erection. The boys in our class aren't allowed to point their fingers at one another and say "bang," but let me tell you, there are some people whose brains I wouldn't mind splattering around the schoolyard with a nine-millimeter Glock. If you want to be in the right group, you have to have the right tokens of status that the International Toy Fair has spit at us for the season. I ought to be, what with my parents playing me Mozart in the womb and putting me on the waiting list for the prestigious Haute Ecole des Jeux des Enfants pre-preparatory school three years before they tried to conceive me. It's when some girllet's say, for the sake of argument, Anastasia Silversteinis allowed to take one friend to see Hannah Montana and informs her coterie of cronies that they were no longer allowed to talk to me. For those who are still harboring some illusions of the innocence of childhood, let me introduce you to the dog-eat-dog world that the modern grade school has become. Now it's those stupid Hannah Montana tickets, like the ones that Anastasia Silverstein's father plunked down five grand for. " Or, perhaps, "I wonder if her mother read this essay before she submitted it to our contest? When my brother Brendan was my age, all the junior stock traders were investing in Pokemon futures.