You deserve this. You deserve to scream “No light, no light” at the top of your lungs with 20,000 strangers. You deserve to be covered in glitter and sweat and joy.
Set your alarms. Refresh the page like your life depends on it. And when you finally get that confirmation email? Shout it out. Literally. She would want you to.
See you in the mosh pit. Bring tissues. Bring a friend. Bring your wildest, most fluttery heart. The tour is coming. The Machine is unstoppable.
