9:58 am. Click; Refresh. Without taking your eyes off the dancing circle you click refresh with one hand and hit redial on the phone handset with the other. You hear the dial tone, but not the automated reply. It doesn’t matter, you’ve already heard it too many times today anyway.
9:59 am. Adrenaline surges and your heart knocks louder. You ignore the recorded message, the protest from frozen muscle fibres and forbid the twitch that could ruin everything.
10:00 am. Refresh. The circle’s dance slows and there’s the familiar split second pause that makes your eyes widen and you allow a small smile to escape. You’re in.
Please… you pray to whichever Internet God is on duty today as you select the price range and number of tickets. It’s in their hands now.