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Ticketmaster of Puppets

by scarlet-mccall

TicketMaster of Puppets, you pull our strings. Selling to bots and scalpers ends in prices fit only for kings. Fans spend hours in online queues, only to end disappointed. Or racking up credit card debt for to be one of the anointed. To get a good seat that has views we pay 7x more than the price. Why, pray tell, is this legal? Don't we all agree greed is a vice? Bands share some of the blame-- they don’t have to play this game. But they’re raking in the dough. My respect is sinking low. Life burns fast, but my bank account burns faster. If you want your fans to stay around, say fuck off to TicketBastard.
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#greed#ticketmaster#sphere#metallica
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