I actually had a bad pre-concert experience at Megadeth too, during the R.I.P. tour... Ok so first off, I get there around 12 and I'm the only one there, and then some kids get there (14-15) who came in all the way from Albuquerque... well they seemed ok, until they pulled out their little mp3 player and started playing some god-knows-what bullcrap deathcore/metalcore bullshit... By 2 o'clock i was getting annoyed and there wasn't many people so I went to go get a pack of cigs, and I smoked half the pack until the doors opened... here's where it gets interesting:
Ok, so the R.I.P tour was gonna be at a club and I had bought my tickets online the day they became available... the show sold out and it was moved to a bigger venue, but the virtual tickets were supposed to still be honored, you just had to take an I.D. to the will-call window. Well, no one was there until like 5, and when they finally got there, some asspie announced "all of those who bought your tickets off of ticketbully.com need to form a second line over here". Whatever, I went along with it... then the asshole goes on to explain that once we get in that line, we'll get our tickets and have to go back to the main line... RAGE!!! they almost had a riot on their hands, until they finally came to their senses and decided that they would let in both lines simultaneously...
To give us our tickets, the jackasses decided that they would take our ID's inside, then come back out with an envelope. Considering that we're all long-haired dudes with black shirts, it was a clusterfuck to say the least, and keep in mind that those asshole kids haven't turned off their **** shitting music yet... I looked inside and could see the boxes with the tickets neatly organized in alphabetical order.
"A through L, left side! M through Z, right side!"
"Muñoz" I would say, and hand over my ID
"Ok, here you go"...
HOW HARD IS THAT!? It's not rocket science, I should've been running the damn thing... Whoops, just gave out my last name, lol.
Before they let us in, we had to empty out our pockets... I had to throw away my wallet chain, my pack of cigs, and my lighter. When I just think of all the cigarettes that were thrown out I almost wanted to leave the show, steal the dumpster, and live like a king for the rest of my life, lol.
Anyway, when we (finally!!) got in, it was first come first serve so I had to run all the way to the front of the theater... Some buff mexican bulldyke in a neon yellow vest says "you need a pink wristband to get in"...
WHERE THE GODDAMN **** *** **** COCK NUGGETS DO I GET A GODDAMN PINK WRISTBAND!?
So there I was, running up and down the theater looking for the lady with the pink wristbands, some dude was trying to shove me out of the way so I elbowed him in the face and told him to calm the hell down... I got my pink wristband and fought my way to the rail, which I proceeded to defend from skinheads, 6 foot tall scenetards, and fat mexican guys for the remainder of the show, and gradually my spot got smaller and smaller because the people next to me couldn't fight off transgressors...
After the show I bought another copy of Endgame so that I could get a yellow wristband and be eligible for the meet & greet with Dave and Dave... The line was full of morons talking sh*t about Metallica and Megadeth and any other assorted band they could think of... I got my autograph and a small chance to talk to Dave, until the angry british guy overseeing the meet and greet told me to move along...
MA: If its not Hell Awaits, Show No Mercy, South of Heaven, or Seasons in the Abyss, I don't like it.
MA2: Calling Metallica overrated is overrated.
MA3: *my dad walks in* "What is this garbage you're watching? I wanna watch the news" *changes channel*