factual narrative

Last April, I went abroad in order to see the Beyoncé new concert in Paris; what I didn´t know is that I was about to experience the most stressful journey in my whole life. When the tickets came out on sale, five minutes where enough for the on-line page to sell them out completely worldwide, so I thought I wasn’t going to be able to see the show. Desperately I entered to a ticket re-selling site on the web and I bought two tickets for a very exorbitant price (four times the value of the official page price). Two months passed and I didn´t get the tickets that the web page was supposed to mail me. I spent at least a week trying to call the manager of the page but it was quite difficult, but a week before the date I planned to travel, they told me that they were going to deliver the tickets at the entrance of the concert. A week after that we went on a plane to Madrid and the stopover was so long that we had to spend the night over at the airport; I remember I slept on the ground because I was terribly exhausted. The next day, as soon as we got to Paris we went to the stadium where the concert was on, the next day. We went to the stadium´s ticket-office and told them our little inconvenient and the lady told us that the specific web page we used for buying the tickets was a scam, and that she wasn´t sure that they will appear the next day to deliver the tickets. The next day, we went to the stadium at 5 o´clock in the morning to make the line for the standing position at the concert, 200 people where there a week before us so they could be up front, we were totally resigned. But then somebody told us that if we had to pick up tickets we had a different entrance, so we made a new line at another gate in which we were first. Five hours late we found out that the concert organizers had a strike a few days before and there were a lot of tickets that weren´t delivered so they told us that in order to make up for that, we were going to enter before