Miley Cyrus Tickets Essay Contest

I live in a cul-de-sac. This is a nice place to live, the neighbors are great.  It is with my nine year old daughter that I sometimes have a hard time.  She does not quite understand  (no she never understands)the concept that we can not do everything the neighbors are doing.  Last year when Hannah Montana came to town, thankfully we were out of town.  Our Cul-de-sac neighbors could afford to buy the tickets.  Generally, I  don’t think I have the dollars to spend on this type of fleeting entertainment.  So I avoid it. I don’t tell my daughter that our friends are going to be at the concert, because then I will have to deal with her relentless questioning of why I did not buy the tickets. She would be happy to eat PB and J, to afford the tickets. So saying that we need food more than and hour and a half of entertainment.  Anyway, my idea of not saying anything about our friends going backfired when one of my cul-de-sac moms called us from the concert.  She was nice to tell us that it was being filmed for “The Hannah Montana Movie” a movie.  I personally don’t understand why my daughter loves Hannah Montana.  But when we visit her friends out of state she is lucky to receive their “left over” teen bop magazine pictures that she will try to post to her walls in her new basement bedroom.  We will be coming home to Utah on Sunday from our sensible vacation of visiting our family.  I was again hoping to be out of town when Mylie is there.  But with the economy on the downside, the dollars won’t let us stay away that long.  My daughter is toting home a broken Hannah Montana alarm clock that she rescued from her friend Sarah’s trash bag in California before we left for home.  I don’t think I will ever understand my daughters love for this double lifed little musician. I have a little inclination that she wishes for a double life.  I wish I would have bought tickets, so that my little girl could not think that her mother is like everyone elses mother, and not overly sensible, frugle and wants hewr to be miserable. I know that we would enjoy the fireworks, and she will enjoy the music.  And maybe this time my daughter can be the one calling her cul-de-sac friends.  Letting them know that she won an amazing moment, that her mother would never spend sensible money on to enjoy.  Don’t get me wrong this is not a sob story for me, this is my reality.  I love my daughter but sometimes I let sensibility override what could be a wonderful memory.

“I got the LI-MO out front! *mumble mumble* every shoe needs a color. *mumble mutter mumble* kinda fun! It’s really you until you never discovuh-uh!”

I honestly can’t think of a reason why my little family of Miley-worshipping girls deserves these tickets more than any other family. We’re just your average family who would love to get tickets to the concert just like everyone else who likes Disney’s latest superstar. Still…I throw my honor and dignity to the ground and beg that you give the tickets to us. Why? Because if my daughters don’t figure out the real words to the Hannah Montana theme song sometime before I hit menopause, it’s entirely possible that I may go clinically insane.  I have no idea what I might do in my Dr. Jekyll-esque stupor.

Offering the tickets to my family is really a public safety service. I thank you kindly for consideration, and please sing responsibly. And, you know, with the right words.

My kids are 4 and 3 and quite honestly I don’t think they have any idea who Miley Cyrus is.  I didn’t know why she was until just a little while ago when I asked who was on everything at Wal Mart.  I could barely find a kids backpack or shirt without “Hannah Montana” on it.  That’s when I started asking questions and I found out she is on a show on cable.  My husband recently pointed out to me that the song on the radio all the time is her because it says, “she’s just being Miley.”  Even though we don’t know a lot about her, we are surrounded by her and listening to her enough to feel like we are family…–at least in laws.  My kids have no idea who she is, I will be honest.  There was so much buzz about Miley Cyrus at the Stadium of Fire that I didn’t even hear that The Blue Man Group was going to be there until it was too late…from what I have seen of them, they are awesome and really perfectly suited for young kids…and my husband and I.  I went to Stadium of Fire once when I was little and I don’t remember what seats we had but I remember chunks of smoking remains of fireworks falling all around us in the bleachers.  That is a priceless experience.

Enjoyment would be ours if I could go with my family to Stadium of Fire this year.  I find that live performances are awesome!  My kids would love the show and I know my husband and I would too.

I have no promise of not yelling at my kids for the rest of my life.  I have no promise of this event transforming my life.  My intention is just to have a good time with the family.  My husband and I have decided we can wait until our kids are old to do everything, or we can start building memories, faded as they may be when our kids are older, now and try to create a tradition of doing things and having a good time with each other.  They will remember how they felt.  We have a quote on our fridge that says, “Opportunity is missed by most people because it comes dressed in overalls and looks like work.”  We love life and love embracing opportunities and this sounded like a good opportunity to try for.  I hope this essay is not in too late, I remember learning that “the early bird gets the worm but the second mouse always gets the cheese.”  So, hopefully we are not too late.

Don’t give me those Miley Cyrus tickets! I don’t need them, I don’t crave them and I would only feel obligated to use them if you gave them to me. There are far more deserving people who have lost baby fat or 6 year molars, are selling lemonade to support their father’s ESPN habit or are on life support having suffered horrible potato peeler or safety scissor life-altering accidents.
I, fortunately, do not fit into any of these categories so please do not even consider me a contender.

I only know who Miley Cyrus is because I saw her on Oprah. Cute gal, probably doesn’t realize the immensity of her father-managing, agent-auditing wad of cash. Bouncing across the stage with the energy of an Australian marsupial, she seems to effortlessly draw you in to her adolescent world of short skirts, knee socks and megawatt smile while bursting forth in every teen’s soon-to-be ring tones. I had to keep checking Wikipedia just to find out more about her, but please, don’t take this as an effort to win these tickets. If you gave them to me I’d have to endure that bunch of smurf-inspired blue guys, Glenn Beck’s litany of American values, ear shattering, blinding fireworks, and, of course, Ms. Cyrus.

The other entries are truly heart wrenching and so deserving of these sought-after tickets. That dang lucky winner will find those hot little chunks of cardstock in their sticky little hands, waiting to be forever memorialized on some patriotic themed, metal star and pom-pom fringed scrapbook page with the glorious night of July 4, 2008 embedded in the gray matter of their tiny prepubescent skulls. In years to come I’m sure they’ll recount, in minutia, every hair strand placement on Cyrus’ head, the color of stripes on her high top Nikes and can sing, with hairbrush as microphone, every well-placed lyric of the pop teen’s repertoire.

Please, please — give them to the most deserving, creative person.

My wife and I were married in June of 2003. In July her mother gave us some concert tickets that she had won on the radio. So I took my wife on a date. And that was the last date we had.
Our first anniversary we brought our daughter home from the hospital, Our first son was born on our second, our third we found out she was pregnant with our third child, who was born right before her birthday in 2007, and the week before christmas 2007 a fourth child was born. Needless to say we have our hands full, and we have not had the time or the resources to go out.
I have wanted to take her to the Stadium of Fire since we got married, and we have never had the opportunity until now, her dad even offered to watch the kids for us if we won tickets! She actually really likes Miley Cyrus and I know she would love to go.  The other two tickets would go to our daughter and her best friend who love Hannah!
She never asks for anything, she always puts me and the kids first. And I would love to give her this. I would love to do something for her for a change. So if you want to, you can help us go on our first date in five years!

Hi, I want to tell you about the best little girl ever.
Abby is four years old, she has three little brothers, and she loves them. She doesnt get mad when they pull her hair, steal her toys, or sleep in her bed. She helps me cook and clean, she loves to vaccuum and do the dishes.
With three little brothers there isnt much that is girl around here, she loves to go to aunt Kaylas house because she paints her nails and does her hair, something that mom never seems to have time to do. She never asks for much, for christmas all she wanted was a carebear. She is so loving and giving that when brother number three came along just before christmas she said he could open her presents, since he didnt have any of his own.
She has one best friend, Adelaide. They love to play together, and escape all the boys!
She has a sparkly shirt that she calls her hannah Montana shirt. She wears it every chance she gets, and she sings, and dances.
She is our own little rock star, and we would love to take her to the concert. Give her some mom and dad time doing something she loves. She is the best little girl ever and we are so lucky to be her parents!

I would love to be able to take my three daughters to see Hannah Montana at the Stadium of Fire. My daughters are 5, 6, and 7 and are huge Hannah Montana fans. They watch the Hannah Montana TV show, wear Hannah Montana T-shirts and hats, and even got me to take them to the Hannah Montana concert movie!

My daughters are good girls. The 6 and 7 year olds just graduated from first grade with mostly A’s. The five year old will start kindergarten this fall. They all play soccer. They are good friends with the kids that live across the street.

My daughters deserve the tickets to the Staduim of Fire because they are cute, sweet, smart, and strong. They are strong because they survived the loss of their first families at very young ages and have adjusted well to the new family my husband and I formed when we married. Living together as step sisters has not been easy on my daughters, but they have adjusted well. I am extremely proud to be able to call myself their mom!

Hi I am Abby, I am four years old, and I have three brothers. They like to pick on me and I put up with it because I am an awesome big sister. I like to tell my little brothers that they cant do things like eat fruitloops because they are for girls.
For my birthday Mom and Dad bought me a shirt with lots of glitter, and I like to call it my Hannah Montana Shirt. I wear it every chance I get, and I love to sing and dance and pretend I am Hannah!
Mom tells me I am the best big sister ever, I never complain when my brothers hit me, steal my food, or want to sleep in my bed. I love to play with them, and I help mom keep them happy, which makes them be quiet. I like to help mom cook and do the dishes, and I only make a little soapy mess on the floor!
I love to sing and dance, and I love fireworks. I would love to see Hannah at the biggest, best fireworks show in Utah. And this would be a good time to take a break from my little brothers and just spend some time with my mom and dad!

I have no desire to see Miley Cyrus.  Yes, I know she is the cat’s meow for 7-14 year old girls, but I want tickets so I can see Glen Beck.  For me he is worth the price of admission.  The only thing I have in common with Miley Cyrus is that her father and I were both born in Kentucky.  I’ve never heard her sing, maybe that’s a reason to see her perform in person.  The Blue Man group would be a kick also.  No sob story here, but now you know why I would want to go.

Every chance she gets, my daughter is listening to her Hannah or Miley cd’s. At least once a week, when she came home from school, she would tell me something new she learned about Miley from her friends.
I would love to see her face light up when one of miley’s songs came on the radio.  She would yell mom guess who is on the radio.  For her birthday I bought her a Hannah wig and she proclaimed it was the best present ever.  Everytime Hannah Montana was on we all had to sit down and watch it.  When she heard about the concert we told her we would try and get her a ticket.  She was so excited, it was all she talked about.  When I told her I was not able to get them, the look on her face broke my heart.  From that time on I told myself I would do whatever I could to try and get her tickets.  She is the best little girl and deserves this so much.  She does not get to do a lot that she would like to.  I want to do this for her to show her how wonderful and special she is to me.  So please pick my fun, smart, sweet, energetic, and amazing Brylee!!!!!!!!!!

I’m A 6 year old little girl with a dream of going to seeing Miley Cyrus at the stadium of fire. I will do whatever it takes. I love Miley Cyrus and would just die to go! My mom and family are trying so so hard to give me this opportunity. We can’t afford tickets to go and When we saw this, that is all I can talk about. My two brothers really want to see the blue man group as well and we’re trying to make it happen for all of us. My birthday is on the 29th of June and I would love love love to go see Miley as my birthday present. I know the only one that can make this happen is you. So please consisder me for the tickets. I have written a poem and sent it as well. That is how badly I want to go!
K-kick and jump and shout to go!
A-Amazed at how wonderful it will be!
Y-You can help make my dream come true!
T-Tears because of the excitement!
L-love love miley and want to go!
I-Incredible is what it will be to me!
N-Nothing would make me happier!

M-Miley is my favorite and Idol!
A-Ache will be my heart to not be there
E-Everything I’ve ever imagined!

My name is Kaytlin Thompson. I’m 6 years old and from a small small town in Utah. We don’t even have a stop light! I really really want to take a chance at the tickets that you have up for grabs. I am so excited and decided I would make up a little poem with my mom to show you how much I want to see Miley Cyrus! So, I told her what I wanted to say to you.

My name is Kaytlin Mae
My friends and family call me “MAE DAY!”
Sunday’s my birthday and I’ll be seven
If I could see Miley, I’d be in heaven.
I could eat cake and play and do the whole bit
But what I really want cost too much and mom can’t afford it.
Hey! You can help, what do you say?
We’ll spend my birthday a different way!
I don’t lie.
So, I’ll tell you that I
Found my true hero.
Without her, my happiness would drop to a zero.
I love, and always have looked to Miley,
So please please don’t deny me!
I’d be happy with glee,
Just to have the chance for her to smile at me.
I’m not very old but this is my life long dream,
If I could see her, like the sun, I would beam!
If you could give me this chance I would surely love you,
For making this little girl’s one dream come true!
I have to thank my Aunts for helping me out!
It gives me a better chance to be there and shout!
Just to see my great big smile,
They will do they’re all and go the extra mile.
We will enter this race,
So that I can be in one amazing place.
I’ll scream and jump, I’ll prance and dance
And I’ll never believe I’ve had this GREAT chance!
It’s just one little ounce of the way I will feel
I’ll say, “ Mom please pinch me!” So I’ll know that it’s real.
Miley Cyrus I think is the best.
Any day, anytime, you can put me to the test.
Well, I know you’re the one who gets to pick it!
So please make my dreams come true and give my family the tickets!
I sure am grateful and very thankful for you taking the time
To listen to my, Kaytlin Mae’s, Rhyme.

I deserve tickets to see Miley Cyrus at the Stadium of fire for many reasons.  I am from outside Phoenix, Arizona. I am traveling to Utah to visit a friend the weekend of the show. He has been away for the past five years working on a mission program. Now that he is back and we can finally see each other again, I would to show him a good time before he begins school at Weber State on academic scholarship. The ability to attend this concert would be such a wonderful, memorable experience. I hope you will consider honoring me with this great gift!

Well, I am no longer able to complain about a lack of excitement in my life, or a lack of retardedness for that matter.  Let’s just go ahead and put it out there that I am the worst babysitter on the planet and that if you leave your kids with me you’ll be lucky if get them back an all in-tact and functional.

Well, I was sitting on my bed with my 11 month old baby brother Jaxon, with whom I had been entrusted to take care of for the evening. He was sitting on the bed next to me playing with and of course eating everything within his reach. Inside my purse I have a plastic blue pill box with my son Andrew’s meds in it that I had just filled this morning. When I noticed Jaxon pick it up I thought to myself “he won’t get it open, and if he does, I’m sitting literally right next to him and I’ll grab it away.” Yes, I am in fact a complete idiot. Well, I must have been pretty engrossed in whatever I was doing on my laptop (I don’t even remember anymore!) because when I looked up the pill box is open and all 4 pills are gone. Well I of course go on a rampage to locate and retrieve the spilt pills. As I’m searching all across the bed, then rummaging through my big cluttered purse where I locate 2 of the 4 pills, I keep searching, starting to get nervous now.  My heart rate is speeding and my mind is racing with worry.  I call my dad and husband, who tell me they are moments from getting home.  I locate the 3rd pill between the covers, but the fourth, the round white one, is no where to be found. I’ve looked everywhere in the general vicinity several times at this point and the panic is definitely sinking in.  When the guys walk in the door, I quickly explain the situation and get them on phone with poison control. Mika from poison control very calmly informs me that the baby’s heart rate and blood pressure could rise dramatically and his heart could stop any minute.  This is the point at which we flew down the stairs, into the car and rushed to the hospital.

Well you can imagine what a worthless horrible care giver I feel like at this point as we are checking him in and I have to explain all over again how I let the baby use the hazardous pill box as a rattle/chew toy.  All the while, poor little Jaxon, who seemed to be feeling fine BTW, could die any second and it’s all my fault, and no one’s ever going to trust me with their kids again!

The nurse took us into a room and inspected the bottle of medication (which in my hurry I did remember to bring) and informed us that she wasn’t too worried, he’d probably just get sleepy, but to be safe she’d have us see the Doctor for a final opinion.  Well, that was very positive hopeful news.

While we waited to see the Doctor I went to the vending machines to find Jaxon some comfort foods, cheetos and juice. I was rummaging through my purse for change when I again pulled out the blue pillbox with Andrew’s meds which are organized by separate compartments for each day of the week.  As I inspected it, I noticed that the Wednesday compartment wasn’t empty, but that his night pill, the round white one was still there.  …But I did give him his night pill…  That’s when I remembered that earlier when I was giving Andrew his night pill, I tipped the pill box expecting one round white pill to roll into his hand, but along with it the three more colorful morning pills tumbled to the carpet. For some reason I must have opened Saturday’s instead of Wednesday’s compartment. Well at the time I just hurriedly picked them up (before the baby could toddle over and put one in his mouth of course) and returned them to Saturday’s compartment without much thought.  Coincidentally (and unfortunately) that was the very same compartment that Jaxon somehow popped open with his drooly little mouth.

Well, when we realized, to much relief that he hadn’t eaten the pill, we checked out of the hospital (fortunately without a bill since he hadn’t seen the Dr. yet!) and took sweet little oblivious Jaxon home to bed.

In the end I guess no one and nothing was really hurt except for my self confidence, especially in my parenting ability (there goes any inclination I had to further reproduce) and probably my status as best big sister ever.

If you found this true story amusing, or just tragically entertaining, please help me make it up to Jaxon and his big sister (huge Miley fan) and my dad and step mom by awarding my unfortunate folly with the ever so coveted Stadium of Fire tickets.

I’m really excited about going to Utah over the 4th of July. I’m going for a family reunion, I’ve never been to one before because I never had a family before. My mom says I have lots of cousins, aunts and uncles that want to meet me and love me. I’m a little nervous. Plus I get to fly on an airplane!

My birth mom wasn’t a very good person so I had to go live with a foster family for a few years when I turned 4. I didn’t ever think I would have my own family but now I do. It’s awesome! I get to do lots of cool things like swim, dance and listen to Hannah Montana! I love dancing to her music. My mom says it is good to sing and dance, that it makes you feel better if you are sad and it really works!

I’ve never been to a concert. I haven’t done a lot of things that kids my age have done. My mom tried to buy tickets but they are all sold out.

I think this is suppose to be a creative story but sometimes my story of how I founds my forever family is as full of adventure as any creative story would be.

I hope you pick me, I would be so happy and would take lots of pictures and sing and dance to every song.

Hello. I am a 9 year old girl who LOVES Miley Cyrus. I watch the Hannah Montana show all the time, but have never been able to go to one of her concerts. I have been begging my mom to get tickets for her concert forever!

I think that I deserve the tickets to Stadium of Fire because I have worked really hard this year. I get really good grades in school and try very hard to be nice to other kids (except for my annoying little brother). I always try to make everyone feel like they belong. I have been helping a lot around the house by doing my chores every day and helping my mom with housework and cooking. I also have dance practice 3 times a week and have been working very hard to be a good dancer. I am also trying to learn to play the guitar and sing.

I have never been to a fireworks show - just watched them from my house. I think it would be really fun to see the fireworks up close. My mom is in school and can’t afford to buy fireworks this year. She says we are lucky to have food on the table. It would be so cool to have something fun to do this summer. I would really love to see the fireworks for the 4th of July and I’m sure my annoying little brother would too.

If I get the tickets I will be the happiest nine year old in the world. I might even think about being nice to my brother for the rest of the summer, even though that would be REALLY hard! Please give me the tickets and my mom would love you forever too because she would love to see me be nice to my brother!

Sadenned that my first essay of the three I have written didn’t get posted, i write my fourth.

This time I would like to basically just tell everyone to watch Muppets from Space and put me in Gonzo’s shoes and then crazy space aliens are the Blue Man Group.

You haven’t seen Muppets from Space? Please turn off your computer and go rent it… now. Thanks.

The gist is, Gonzo is well, the only one. Even Noah says go away when he tried to load onto the Ark. It was tragic and I actually did cry.

Well turns out the crazy nose blue thing reads in his cereal that he isn’t alone and his family is coming to visit him on earth. And then some space fish visit him and he builds a hot tub thanks to Pepe’ The King Crab (whom is by far the most awesome muppet ever).

Well, some other crazy blue things end up actually existing, just in space.

Well the point i’m trying to make is that yesterday my Rice Krispies told me to go see Miley and I will no longer be alone. But I am sure it’s code for the Blue Man Group are my real moms.

My grandma just got diagnosed with breast cancer, My mom has a bad back, so we can’t pay to go to the concert and I haven’t been on vacation for 10 years belive it or not! So please let my family have these tickets please, plus my best friend and only friend just moved to Idaho and I would like to take her to see hannah montan since she is her favorite.

Why do I deserve tickets to the Stadium of Fire?
To be quite honest I really don’t. In the past few days have misinformed, confused and unintentionally deceived my cousin into believing that her family actually have a chance at obtaining tickets to the Stadium of Fire at a reasonable price. How could I commit such an atrocity against my wonderful cousin, her husband and their lovely children? Well, let me explain. My cousin and her family are visiting from Virginia and relied on me to assist in find fun activities for the children. Taking my job as the impromptu vacation planner quite seriously my thoughts quickly turned to the upcoming 4th of July event. My cousin had been talking about the Blue Man Group since the fight landed in Vegas, the girls happen to be rabid Hannah Montana fans and well, whoever Glen Beck was he definitely sounded cool. This was the ideal event!

I am not writting this essay for me but for my baby sister. Alittle over a year ago my lil. sister started going to a Dr about some health problems she had been having. No one new what was wrong with her. The long nights of being sick and missing school where starting to get old. Her Dr. didnt know what to do. So he sent her to Salt lake UT. Where 15 Dr’s came in to see her and run tons of test.Well they were waiting for the tests to come back they went over to the mall. Thats when and where the phone call came. They told my mother that they had found something in my sisters chest. They told her they needed to come back ASAP!!!! Thats the day I found out my sister had cancer. in January of 08 she started treatments. It had been alittle over a long 3 months of her being sick, not sleeping, no school, no friends, and getting sickly skinny plus losing her long hair. But atleast she was one of the cuttest girls I have seen bald! Now she is doing alot better. But trying to move on from ” how could this happen to a child is hard.” We wanted to get her tickets to this concert so bad. infact they did have the tickets ready to be payed for. Then the computer turned off and they lost them. I know that going to this show and see one of the fav. singers would make her life alot better right now.