I Went To Britney Spears' "Piece Of Me" Show In Las Vegas And This Was My Experience:

    *Incessantly cries*

    neiabalao
    by neiabalao

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    A long-time Britney Spears fan, newly 21 years old, and traveling all the way from Vancouver, Canada, I embarked on the evening of a lifetime: in February 2016 in Las Vegas, I finally saw my WCE serenade a theater full of fans at her newly revamped "Piece of Me" show. Did I scream? Yes. Did I cry? Like, the whole time. Was this an incredible/life-changing/obsession-reigniting/out of body/surreal event? DEFINITELY.

    Desperate to recollect the beautiful evening from start to finish, I provide you with the timeline of events leading up to and during the show that allowed me to relive my prepubescent/adolescent dreams of breathing Britney-air to the absolute fullest.

    This is my story.

    5:30p.m.: Ready to work, b*tch.

    After about 1.5 hours of attempting to beautify myself and struggling for most of that time to apply fake eyelashes, I was ready to go. The moment had arrived – I was all set to see Godney Spears in the flesh after more than a decade of anticipation.

    Around 5:45-7:30 p.m.: Arriving at the Planet Hollywood Axis Theatre.

    As soon as I arrived I jumped right into the General Admission pit line. This basically consisted of standing around for about 2 hours, waiting for the doors to the venue to open. There were already 10 people in line when I got there, but arriving somewhere around the 5-5:30 p.m. mark sounds about right if you're looking to score a super-close view (I still managed to be right up against the rail at the front). The wait also goes by quicker if you get to know the other die-hard fans in line with you. Make friends! Share the love that is Britney! Plus, there's a bar right there in the line. Which helps.

    7:15 — 7:33 p.m.: Waiting. Then Running.

    With the lineup now wrapping completely around the lobby, we finally receive our wristbands and the doors open; for a few moments it is complete anarchy. There is no order. It's Gotham under Bane's rule. It's Black Friday at Target. Beautiful and pop-loving people begin flooding through the metal detectors at rapid speeds, running (and being told not to run as they are running) to a second place in line that will lead those with General Admission tickets into the theatre.

    7:40 p.m.: Waiting Game Part 2. Also more running.

    Once you successfully make it through the metal detectors, the gong show continues as you run to another line directly outside the entrance doors to the theatre itself. So once the running is done and you're waiting in a second line, there is a bit of awkwardness as you stand next to a person you distinctly remember running past to get to the second line. Don't feel bad. This is Britney Spears in Vegas. They would have done the same to you. Ease the tension by offering to hold their place in line so they can see the Britney-clothed mannequins that you will all obv need to take photos of because, duh, nostalgia.

    Then embark on yet another half an hour of waiting (but there's a bar that's right in front of the line. So that helps again. #bless).

    8:00 p.m.: Theatre doors open! Run one last time!

    The doors are open! AND FOR SOME REASON YOU ARE AGAIN RUNNING (they’ll tell you to walk again, but you know wsup) to find your final spot on the floor! Thanks to some pro-"Piece of Me" concert-goers, I found that the best place to stand was within the “armpit” of the stage; that is, where the main stage meets the catwalk. There will be multiple points during the show where Britney will walk past you, within arms-reach I kid you not.

    Shitty af photo, but this was my view from my part of the “armpit”:

    8:06-9:25 p.m.ish: Britney Army Unites

    The waiting is YET to be over, but at this point, at least you've found your home-base on the floor. Breathe easy. The hard part is over. Relax and don't think about going to the bathroom because there's pretty much no way you're getting back to this spot if you leave. Having established your space for the evening, you can now converse with equally as stoked Britney Army members and soak it all in! Britney fans are seriously the sweetest, most outgoing, and welcoming I have ever met, so snapping some selfies with them is a must. Instagram names are also exchanged at this point.

    Also 9:00 p.m.ish: Post-up!

    At first, Mike the Security Guard was all business. The spot (which was primo viewing real estate) along the railing he was in front of was his and his alone. But once I befriended him he was a total boss and let me stand directly beside him, sharing his spot with me for the entire duration of the show – and since no one wants to piss off a security guard, Mike protected that spot all night. I was lucky enough to commemorate the newly established friendship with a photo. Look at how happy he looks. Warms my heart. #TheRealMagicMike

    9:26 p.m.: GODNEY FINALLY GRACES US WITH HER PRESENCE!!

    First, the stage is invaded by essentially an army of illegally-sexy people who are of course, Britney's dancers. They're all really, really, ridiculously fit and good-looking. And they're moving and shaking as the beats increase to their climax and the room shakes with anticipation and just when it seems like the roof is about to blow off: She appears. Out of a cloud of smoke and light.

    This night was long in the making for me, so to finally be as close to her as I could possibly be was a pretty gratifying moment. I also may or may not have hysterically cried when she first got on stage. These are all taken from my actual phone. I was that close to her.

    Okay, so hopefully this photo gets across the fact that she looked AMAZING all night. Everyone around me was freaking out just as much, snapping shots and videos galore. A continuous thought that went through my mind as the evening progressed: girl looks GOOD in these outfits. Actually, girl just straight-up looks GOOD.

    9:44 p.m.: Britney Spears is IMMORTAL.

    You're probably wondering, "does Britney Jean Spears age?" The answer to that would be: no, she does not. Her body looks as if not a day has gone by since she dropped her "...Baby One More Time" album, and she continues to kill it on stage with the endless hair tussles, hip popping, and body rolling. This woman is an ageless goddess living among us.

    9:59 p.m.: The Return of OOPSNEY.

    10:27 p.m.: SOS Godney is so close to me and I cannot breathe

    10:38 p.m.: Things get pretty steamy....

    The man in the front recording this on his phone is literally me.

    10:47 p.m.: THROWBACK OF MY DREAMS

    RIP ME

    During "Toxic" she has a dance break and slays everyone in attendance. If there was any previous doubt, this moment definitely dissipated it: Godney was back and she hair whipped us to a Poison Paradise.

    10:51p.m.: The Finale

    The show is reaching its close, and Britney & Co. light up the stage for one last explosive number. Britney confetti rains down from the theatre, and everyone is covered in tissue-papered casino chips branded in her name. In case you are wondering I went to a Casino Cashier after with the Britney chips to get their actual value and she said it was worth "ALL OF THE THINGS".

    (She may not have said it but I kept it anyway)

    I was deceased, and was dreading the severe case of post-Godney viewing depression I knew I would have:

    *Hair whips & breaks hearts one last time*

    Thank you, Britney (GODNEY) Spears for reigniting the massive fan girl within me.

    I can proudly proclaim that this evening was everything and more that I imagined it to be. For first-time goers like myself, seeing her so close was an experience I will never forget and I will remember this for the rest of my life as the blessed night that Godney slayed my soul. She has been through so much and done so much and is SO MUCH and she continues to inspire me and millions across the globe. Seeing someone do something they are so destined to do is so, so beautiful. It's a gift to anyone lucky enough to witness it. Thank you, Britney. Nothing could have prepared us for these pinnacle, life-changing and ugly cry-inducing moments.

    I LOVE YOU BRIT!

    (All photos/gifs were taken/created by me)