/\ MY GOD I MISS HIM SO MUCH
Okay so, this isn't an imagine. I'm gonna be explaining my experience going to Jack's HDWGH live show tour. (Spoiler free, of course!)
I am so grateful that I managed to get VIP tickets to this show, and sit only three rows away from him.
Anyway, on to the story!

It all started off at 6:30 in the morning. I had gotten about 3 hours of sleep prior, so I was pretty damn tired. But, nothing could stop me from having full energy to scream at the top of my lungs for this once in a lifetime event.

So, when we get on the road, before we even leave our town, we stop at Tim Hortons. (Because that's an essential part of any Canadian road trip). We didn't have time to eat breakfast before we left so we just got some timbits. Plus, I had a cookie and my dad had a wrap and coffee. I know, healthiest breakfast ever.

Toronto is five hours away from where I live, so we had to wake up super early so that we'd make it in time. (We had to be there by 1:30 because they were hoping to start the pre-show Q&A by 2). For the first few hours on the road, I was still drowsy and wasn't awake fully, but eventually I was wide awake and so eager to get there.

Fast forward a few more hours, and we arrive in downtown Toronto. We make it to Danforth Music Hall, and there was already a huge line of people waiting to get in. With that, came nowhere to park. At least not near the building. However, we did manage to get a decent parking space not that far away from the actual hall. However, it was 32°C out and I was wearing black sweatpants. I think you could imagine how walking in that heat was.

Now, a good story can't be good without a plot twist, right? Well, you are in luck. When we arrived, we grabbed our things. I grabbed my phone, money, gift for Jack, and of course, the essential, the tickets. BUT. When I grabbed the tickets from where my dad has kept them the entire drive out, there was only one ticket. The other was the receipt. Now I know what you're thinking, "You should've checked before you left to make sure you absolutely had them!" Well, kind reader, let me explain. The previous night I checked to make sure that they were 100% in there. They were. I kept all of my tour shit in one box that I kept in plain sight all of the time. (The box that the little Jacksepticeye figure comes in. Yes I kept it!).

So, there we are, panicking because we only had one ticket. I was frantically searching the vehicle, but no such luck. It's a possibility that my dad could've dropped one on the floor while grabbing them out of the box, or perhaps I knocked one out. Who knows.

So, we head to the venue with only one ticket and a receipt, hoping that we'll be able to work something out with the security guards.

The line went on forever. It was super long by the time we had made it there, and we must've been standing there for 30 minutes or more before we actually went in.

While waiting to go in, we met this lovely lady who was also a huge Jack fanatic like I am. She was so funny and so sweet and just so fun to talk to. I could relate to her on so many things, and we just had a blast. Unfortunately, she wasn't VIP so we weren't sitting near her during the show.

Now, you may be wondering, "But what about the tickets? Did you end up replacing the ticket?" Stay seated, I know it's exciting, but let me explain. Hold on to your Jacksepticeye beanies for a little bit longer.

A security guard came around to check off all of the VIP people and make sure that their tickets got marked and all that. We handed him the ticket and the receipt, and obviously he explained that we needed two. My dad asked if there was any way to get a replacement, and the security guard told us to just "hang on".

At this point, we were freaked the hell out. We didn't know if I was just gonna be going in alone, or what was gonna happen. At this point, we were close to the doors. I had to actually sit down for a bit because I was getting tired of standing. Granted, I was also holding the gift I made for Jack, which was sorta heavy. Okay, yes, I might've went overboard with my gift. Maybe I did give him a specially made mug with a bunch of fan messages written on it, a jar filled with more fan messages, a drawing of Anti, a letter and a little moose toy. This is Jacksepticeye we're talking about, ain't no way I'm just giving him one small gift. Anyone who knows me well KNOWS that I'm one of the biggest Jack fangirls to ever exist.

I'M GETTING OFF TRACK! Okay, where was I? Oh yeah, I'm sitting there, my phone dying rapidly, I'm praying that it won't die so I can take thousands of pictures of the Irish lad, also panicking about that gosh darn ticket. (Gotta keep it family friendly, lads). All I can think about is talking to Jack. Suddenly, one of us (don't remember who, don't judge me I have a terrible memory for minuscule details) gets the brilliant idea to check on my Instagram for a picture of the tickets, because, of course, me being me, posted a picture of them when I received them.

However, the universe wasn't done with us yet, the photo that I had posted had the barcodes blurred out. Y'know, for theft purposes. Now, an important thing to note is that my phone doesn't have data, so I couldn't access the Internet with no wifi connection. However, me being the idiot I am, I still had a photo of the tickets without the bar codes blurred archived on my Instagram. (The original photo was on my iPad, which I didn't have. I know, this story is a mess. Bear with me!)

That post was archived because someone suggested that I blur the bar codes and post another photo, so that's what I did. My dad, though, does have data. So I get the idea to log into my Instagram from his phone and bring up the archived post.

Everything works out, my dad takes a screenshot of my post, everything is hunky dory. I'm starting to feel a little less stressed.

Then, the oh so lucky VIPS start to be let into the venue. But, we still hadn't figured out the ticket situation. So, when we were redirected to another line to be checked and stuff to make sure we had no illegal substances stuffed into our nonexistent pant pockets, we saw the same security guard and asked him about the ticket that was still crying for us to come find it, and he said that all we had to o was go to the box office and they could print us off a new one.

We didn't even need the screenshot.

So anyway, we go to the box office and explain to the guy what had happened. My dad had even showed him the picture as proof that we had paid for and received two tickets. He rips up the one ticket we did have (poor ticket), my dad freaks out for a second, but then the guy assures us that he's printing out two brand new tickets.

Finally, the guy marks our tickets. We are officially allowed in the venue. We walk trough the space where they check you for illegal substances, like I mentioned earlier, and they make me throw my almost empty bottle of water out. How dare they, right? All I wanted was to drink my warm ass water in peace! (What I just said sounds really wrong, I am so sorry).

Anyway, we walk into the venue, I'm freaking out because I know that I'm in the same building as the Jacksepticeye, I'm failing miserably to hide the fact that I'm about to burst into tears, and we're automatically handed out signed posters. That alone made me internally explode. Knowing that Jack personally signed the very poster I was holding. I'm starting to make myself sound crazy, aren't I? Well, let me amp it up even more.

We make our way over to the merch table, and people had noticed the box that held the gifts, and had even said that Jack would like it and that it better get to him.

I hand in my gift to Jack and buy a shirt. Might I add that I brought $200.10 and the shirt was $25. Bringing that much money wasn't overkill, I don't know what you're talking about!

Now, the most memorable part of the story.

We walk into the main room and find our seats, which is only three rows away from the stage. Since we were VIPS, we got to participate in a pre-show Q&A.

One of the hosts comes into stage and explains that we can't take videos, but we can take pictures.

Psst, you know the drill by now, I took so many. What do you expect?

So there was this guy, Vernon, going around handing random people with their hand up the mic to ask a question.

You bet I held my hand up high.

Despite that, I still got skipped over a bunch, even though people around me were getting the mic. A little disappointing, but I didn't let it get to me at the time.

Eventually, Vernon comes back to our general area. I still had my hand up but I was more focused on Jack, and if a microphone ended up in my hand then a microphone ended up in my hand. My dad also had his hand up, and suddenly I see out of the corner of my eye my dad leaning over the seat backwards. So what do I do? I look over. Vernon had handed my dad the mic, and he was giving it to me.

A whole wave of emotion went over me all at once. My face was one of shock and disbelief. In a moment, I was about to speak to my idol. My hero. The person I've been looking up to for over two years.

Jack finished answering the previous person's question, and I was up. I had a question prepared.

Before I could even stand up or even say anything to the guy;

"You're up!"

Looking right at me.

That moment is one that makes me super emotional every time I think about it. Just telling this story over is making me emotional.

I thank him and he responds to me, which even makes me emotional, then I ask my question.

"Who is your favourite who to act out? And if it's Anti, other than Anti?"

"Shit, well, that was my answer."

He ends up answering my question, and comes to the conclusion that other than Anti, JJ is his favourite character to act out. The entire time he was making eye contact with me. I almost burst out in tears after he was done answering my question.

Craziest thing is, I was the second to last person to ask a question, so that makes me even more grateful.

The Q&A ends, and then we're left to wait an hour until the actual show starts.

In that time, my phone dies.

So, my dad lets me use his.

The moment Jack walks out onto stage for the proper show, I swear to god I went deaf for a brief moment. Seriously, everyone was screaming so loud, including me.

Obviously we use our phones to do the Sam cutout thing with the flashlight on your phone, but then Jack asks us to put our phones away and to not photograph or record anything because this is a very intimate thing to do.

Again, I won't spoil it. All I can say is that it was an absolutely amazing experience, and I wish I could go back and relive it again so bad.

I still can't believe that I was in the same room as my idol. My hero. The person I've been looking up to for over two years. I got to speak with that person.

I miss him so much already. I wish I was still there, this has been the happiest day of my entire life :')

UPDATE: 05/31/18

SO I AM NOT OKAY RIGHT NOW
JACK FEATURED ONE OF THE GIFTS THAT I GAVE HIM ON HIS INSTAGRAM STORY (ALSO NOTE THAT IT'S THE ONE THAT MEANS THE MOST TO ME)

SOMEONE PINCH ME HARD I MUST BE DREAMING