Miley Cyrus Tickets Essay Contest

When I was eight my Dad bought a 1967 Volkswagen Beetle.  It was in great shape.  My two older brothers and I could just fit into the back seat, although my brothers were always trying to get Dad to fork over the keys or Mom to swap the shotgun spot.  We lived on a small farm, and usually bought trucks, so it seemed like we were sitting right on the road, with the dust billowing around the windows.

To the locals, this was an unusual choice for my Dad, as there weren’t a lot of cars, especially foreign cars, among the barley and beet fields of southern Idaho.   My Dad, who looks like Clark Gable and sounds like John Wayne, was quite a sight unfolding himself out of his bug, in his beat-up work boots, stained jeans and greasy baseball cap.  But he liked the mileage, and got it cheap, so he could bear with the uplifted eyebrows.

That summer my cousins from California came to visit.  Things were always exciting when city relatives were in town.  They got allergies, chased the chickens, got chased by cows, and wimped out moving pipe.  And they loved the Beetle.  Even they had never ridden in one, so they were always coming up with reasons why we needed to go places.  We would pile 6 or 8 of us inside (seatbelts were silly) and went to the reservoir 12 times day, drove 500 yards to see the neighbor’s horses, and got good at negotiating canyon roads.

On the evening of the 4th of July we were loading the car with as many as could fit in when my cousin Eileen, a big      in the back with me and 3 others, asked my brother to pull his front seat forward.  As he did so, she noticed something nice on the floor under his chair.  It was a bone-handled pistol, a real cowboy weapon and my dad’s favorite.  I had grown up with a healthy respect for guns, and was accustomed to them in the car, because you never know when a rogue rattlesnake might be in the pasture, a weasel in the henhouse or an outright outlaw in the back yard.  Eileen, however, wasn’t so carefully raised.  She grabbed that gun faster than anyone could speak, said “What’s this?” and pulled the trigger.  With a stunning boom a .38 caliber slug tore a quarter-sized hole through the ceiling.  We were utterly deafened, stunned limp, and within 30 seconds yanked out of the car by our arms, legs, and heads and thrown into the gravel and grass by a furious John Wayne, who at that moment was more frightening than a loaded gun.  We never did make it to the fireworks.

But to this day, I love big booms.  I love fireworks, cowboys (and their singing daughters), mixtures of big city and small town, and I love this country.  An occasional brush with       only adds to the pleasure.

Hi Im Daisy, Im 7 years old. My cats name is Osie. I am the third of six kids in my family. My mom is pregnant with twins. She needs a break. I want to take her to see Miley Cyrus with my dad and sister. They would love it. OK maybe my dad wouldnt LOVE it,but I think he might close his eyes and be happy that us girls get to see her. My dad says he likes that Blue Man and he will open his eyes for them. I have never seen them. I think they might be scary. Like the umpa loompas!

knock knock
whos there
boo
boo who
Dont be sad its only a joke.

First of all, my sister and I have never been to a concert in our lives. Well besides the Utah symphony. I have always wanted my first concert to be a memorable experience.  The main reason I have never really been to a concert was because they were ones that I would have been bored at and not really cared much for. This is why I am hoping to win the Miley Cyrus Essay contest.

My little sister means the world to me.  I would do anything for her, she is my best friend.
I am hoping that I win so I will be able to share this experience with her and remember it for the rest of our lives. Like I was saying before she and I have never been to a concert, so I am positive that this would be the best thing that has happened to her so far in her life.

I also would hope to be chosen as the winner so she would get over the fact that I was too late to buy her wrestling tickets to see John Cena (her idol). I had promised her I would buy them for her but spaced it off completely.  This is a perfect chance for me to make it up to her.

Lastly, we both love Miley Cyrus (that is my secret). She has an amazing voice and we just love to watch Hannah Montana. If we were able to see her in concert that would be AMAZING! Especially because it would be with my little sister.

In all this, I hope that you may find my essay to be a chance for me to make things up to my little sister. And for us to share a memorable experience together that will last a lifetime.

So I have a niece who LOVES Hannah Montana.  I would love nothing else to see her face light up as I give her this gift to her.  Her dad and my Dear hubby are really close.  I would love it if I could be an Awesome Aunt and do this for her.
So you know you can pick me if you want. I wouldnt mind.
Thanks so much for reading and this is all true.

I would love to take my love-sick-puppy- son to see Hannah Montana, it would absolutely make my year!  I have a child who swears under the sun that he hates Ms. Montana.  We’re talking “I hate Hannah Montana” fan clubs and plots to send her rotting food in the mail.  My son’s actions however reveal a thinly veiled attempt to hide his true affection.  Why else would he secretly attempt to make a website that includes her name on it?  And why did I catch him smiling when he got a glimpse of her at the end of HSM 2?  He’s head over heels for her, that’s why.  There’s always a little glimmer in his eyes just before he denies that he’s really in love with her.  Poor sick little puppy!  Can you imagine the look on his face if we got to go see her? My oh, my please make my year and prove me right!

my name is brooklin I am 10 years old, and really like Miley Cyrus. Like most ten year olds, I have a problem. I live out in the middle of fields and the only fun thing I get to do this summer is raise a lamb for 4-H. Do you know what its like to raise a lamb? Its not very fun. Let me explain it. I have to get up and feed the little guy before I even get to eat breakfast. I have to teach it to walk with me, but it just jumps up in the air and sometimes it lands on ME! and it hurts too. My brother even got kicked by it. I have tyo make sure he gains 55 lbs by the end of august, do you know how much food that is? I have to constantly feed her, like four times a day. Lets not forget the best part, cleaning up after her!! I have to clean her pen and, well its not the best smell. I would really like to win these tickets to add some fun to my summer. I promise I’ll sing along to every song she sings.And if you want I’ll wear my muck boots! Thanks

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.