My number one rock and roll band was playing downtown and my friends and I got tickets to see them for free. I called the beatbox station every single afternoon for a week until I finally won tickets. My friends and I got a four pack of tickets and we also won backstage passes. The value of the tickets was entirely $200 each. My good friend and I had the option to chance up the tickets from the beatbox station ahead of time or sit in line at will call at the stadium. My friends and I chose to get the tickets from the beatbox station instead of sitting in line. My good friend and I truly didn’t want to waste 2 hours sitting in line with almost everyone else. My good friend and I left early in the afternoon on the afternoon of the concert. The neighborhood is a 2-hour drive from our place, however on the way, we stopped at a gas station, roadside rest stop, a marijuana dispensary, and a burger king. I got out of the automobile at all of those places and so did my friends. My good friend and I each had our own tickets, and I lost my ticket somewhere along the way. I had the ticket in my pocket and I lost it! When my friends and I arrived at the stadium, I searched my pocket and then I searched the car. I searched everywhere and I could not find it. I told my friends to go inside, but they did not want to go without me. My good friend and I sat outside of the locale and smoked marijuana while we listened to the concert. Marijuana made the pain go away, but it didn’t make me feel less worried for losing the tickets that I worked so difficult to get.