Hi, I heard you're like the *master* of getting tix - do you have tips?
Hello, anon! I think I prefer ticket Queen but I’ll take master ;)
Sorry for the delay! I wanted to have enough time to give a comprehensive answer.
1. If you want tickets, be obsessive! Check Nimax and ATG here https://www.harrypottertheplay.com/ticket-information/ constantly. Like if you can check social media, you can check the sites! I see non-premium tickets come up at least once a day for the coming weeks and months. But also be patient! They will show up. I find Nimax usually has more but ATG sometimes surprises me with some lovely returns.
2. If you’re in London or know someone who is, pop into the box office and speak to the lovely people in there. Ask them for specific dates and they’ll let you know if theres been any returns. In my experience there’s always more tickets in person than online. Its also kinda pot luck if the person serving you is in a good mood as to whether they will trawl through the dates you want for you or just tell you to (politely) give it up.
3. Be willing to go alone (if you’re not like 12). You’re SO much more likely to get tickets and you’ll make friends with the people around you. There’s a big online community on here and twitter who will be happy to freak out with you throughout the day as well.
4. The returns queue! This is essentially going to sit outside the box office from early in the morning and hoping somebody has returned their tickets. People start queuing from 6:30am-9:30am depending on the day and I’ve got non-premium tickets every time I’ve tried it. The box office is on the left hand side of the theatre if you’re facing the front, on shaftesbury avenue. Take a blanket and some books and snuggle down! This is also an amazing friend-making spot for people you’re gonna spend all day with when you get tickets! If you’re trying to be strategic, think it through- people tend to work on weekdays so some days are less busy than others.
5. And now for a shameless plug: follow me on twitter @maia_rs_ … If theres a ticket dump online I will tweet about it!
6. Search twitter for people who’s friends can no longer go and have a spare single and go with them! Something I’ve done twice. Search “cursed child tickets” “hpplayldn tickets” and “harry potter tickets”. But be quick in messaging the people cos lots of people are on this!
And a do not:
DO NOT buy from touts on stubhub ect. You will be ripped off and turned away at the door so avoid the temptation.
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“Hold your tongue, vampire,” (Y/n) said, handcuffs in her hands. “You won’t do it,” Raphael mentioned without hesitation. (Y/n) looked at him with fascination, “and why not? Please, do enlighten me,” She mocked. “Because apparently,” he started, “The accords doesn’t allow shadowhunters to harm innocent vampires.” (Y/n) laughed and pushed him back to his seat. She got on his lap and straddled his hips. Raphael smiled in amusement. (Y/n) bit his ear and purred, “innocent? Is that what you are?” Raphael kissed her neck, “darling, are you?” He bit her neck, his dulled fangs tugging on her skin, which made her gasp. Raphael laughed. “For an angel’s chlid, you’re not afraid to sin.” She kissed him passionately, their lips moving in sync. “Darling, I am not afraid of anything,” she whispered. She kissed him again, catching him off-guard. She took advantage of that moment and slid his wrists in the handcuffs she brought. She got off, grinning. Raphael groaned in frustration. “I got you in those cuffs,” she flirted, “now it’s time to get you to bed.”
I asked for your help getting a book off the top shelf and you laughed at my taste and called me a nerd so I shoved you into a table of nonfiction best-sellers and that's how we both got kicked out of the quirky community bookstore. AU Kylo Ren x Reader
There I was in the bookstore yet again. Oversized sweater hanging off my hands, skinny jeans tucked into my boots. It was the third time this week, or maybe it was the fourth. That isn’t really the point. As I browsed the shelves looking for anything I hadn’t read yet, but it seemed that I had outread my preferred section of books in our little town’s quirky little bookstore. Until I saw it. On the top shelf was the Holy Grail of discoveries. The one book I had been looking for since forever. It was perfect I had been waiting for this book to come out since I finished it predecessor last year. I stood on my tip toes, and stretched my arm as far as it would go hoping to grasp the book firmly in my hands. Already feeling the cover in my hands, already smelling the pages, and ready to fill my head with it’s story.
There was one problem. I could not reach it. I fell short. Literally. I barely even touched the edge of the shelf, it seemed like fate had decided that it hated me and would love to torture me. The one thing I want is just out of my reach. I look around hoping that maybe there is a stepping stool, an employee, or even a casual bystander. My luck seemed to turn around because low and behold a tall dark haired stranger happened to be making his way passed me to what looked to be a table with nonfiction best-sellers
“Hey. Excuse me, but can you help me?” I asked reaching my hand out before he made his way completely passed me stopping him right in front of the table. He looked down at me craning his head down so he could look me in the eye before speaking.
“Does it look like I work here, small fry?” The small fry comment making my blood boil ever so slightly, because unlike him not all of us are born to become 6 foot something giants with perfect cheekbones and a jawline from heaven.
“No, it doesn’t look like you work here Paul Bunyan. But you are what I need. I will take like five seconds of your time. I just need you to get a book off the top shelf then you can do whatever else you were doing. Please I really need this book.” I did my best to pull of the pleading desperate eyes hoping he would give and once I saw his eyebrow twitch I knew I had him.
“Fine what book is it?
“The Legend of the Jedi, it’s right over ther-,”I was interrupted by him laughing, be that it was a beautiful sound deep and warm not that I would say that out loud, but the dude had just started laughing out of nowhere, “May I be inclined to ask what you find so fucking amusing,” his laughter got even worse at my comment.
“I should probably say sorry, but you actually read those,” he speaks between laughs, “I mean they’re for like twelve year olds. Like what are you some kind of nerd who can’t let go of bedtime stories?”
At the end of his little speech, though it had been interrupted by his own laughter almost every other word, he looked down at me only to realize that the look on my face could probably make grown men cry. At the moment he must have realized just how much he down screwed up. I craned my neck up to look him in the eyes and before he could even blink I pushed him into the table of nonfiction best-sellers. Books flew everywhere, he might have flipped backwards and one disgruntled employee showed up with a look of pure terror on his face before he ran to get the owner. So he left me and the Paul Bunyan alone. Him staring at me in shock and me with a defiant, at least I hope it looked defiant, smirk on my face.
The owner arrived not even a minute after eyes going wide looking at both of us in shock. Before he raised his voice and let out a bellow
“GET OUT OF THIS STORE RIGHT NOW! AND DON’T EVER COME BACK!”
With the owner’s words both me and Paul Bunyan were thrown out of the store and onto the sidewalk outside. Paul Bunyan looked at me then the store, before he started laughing yet again.
“Why is this so funny to you?! We’ve just been kicked out of the only book store in town! What am I going to do now?!”
“Maybe you should have thought of that before you flipped me over a table, small fry,” an arrogant smirk making its way across his lips.
“My name isn’t small fry, okay Paul Bunyan,” my fist balling up ready to punch his perfect face.
“Well my name isn’t Paul Bunyan either, so can I be inclined to ask my attacker her name? In exchange for mine of course.”
“It’s (Y/n), yours?”
“Kylo Ren, and about your book I might know of somewhere else you could aquire it, but I will cost you.”
“How much,” I said while reaching for my wallet.
“It won’t cost you any money, just you have coffee with me at the cafe.”
“I just flipped you over a table, and now you want to have coffee?” Confusion filling my voice.
“What can I say I like living on the dark side of life. Now come on they close at five.” He grabbed my hand pulling me along. Dark hair flowing gently behind him, and all I could only think of two things. One: why did I let myself get into this mess. Two: this is probably the best worst decision I’ve ever made.
Satch builds a machine where two people put in a sample of their DNA and it creates a mini doll of what their love child would looks like, with different results every time.
PBG and Jeff test it for fun and they have the most beautiful child ever and they fight over who gets it.
Mai somehow gets a sample off Jared and uses it to make a doll.
Shane and Jon give it a go and they have a pretty ugly child doll.
Continue put in their DNA and create the cutest chlid and they all take care of the child doll like a real child.
A Jimmy/Ian doll is so cute it puts all of the other dolls to shame.
Luke is the fangirl that will do anything to get samples to make love children of all of his otps.
In an attempt to make Caddy and Ian closer, Hana surprises Caddy and Ian by bringing them to the machine and making them a doll child. BUT the machine malfunctions and it makes a real child and everyone flips the fuck out. The child is like 5 and walks up to Ian and goes “Ian!!” and then the kid goes up to Caddy and goes “Daddy!!” and Caddy is like “My name is Caddy.” and then the child goes “But Ian calls you Daddy” and Caddy and Ian turn red and Hana is too pure and doesn’t understand. The two nerds have to look after the kid and Luke is the babysitter.The kid calls Luke ‘Lukey’ and it’s the cutest thing.
I went and came back from the place you are at today. It was deep in the mountains. No matter where i walked, it was within the mountains and my heart really hurts thinking that you are having a hard time in such a place.
if mom can do it, i’d do it for you.
I went all the way to the recruits training centre and came back but it was really scary. I didn’t know where you were training at and i didn’t see many soldiers too. When i saw some soldiers, i wondered if one of them was my baby and could not keep my eyes off. They said the weather has become warmer but it still really cold there.
On our way to your place, your dad and i went to the riverside. It was really beautiful. When you come out on the 19th, we will have to bring you for a drive around there. You will be exhilarated. The pension that we rented is also around the riverside so it’s really pretty and cool.
I hope that the 19th will come quickly. If there is something that you want to eat, write a letter to me. It also seems like the moms have to buy the tools to keep warm so write down the items that you need too.
I’m tired but i can’t sleep. Until then, stay healthy and don’t fall sick.