—LOS ANGELES— Harry Styles, the people’s prince and the soundtrack to our every summer since the One Direction days. Your comeback has made every American female from ages 15-35 (and the Grandma who gave you your Album of the Year Grammy) feel like we’re back under a non-tyrannical administration. As someone who was a bit too young to barricade the pit at Love On Tour’s run at the Forum circa 2022, the mere possibility of a live show has left me using my recently acquired driver’s license as an excuse to blast Harry’s House in my car on a daily basis. I was prepared to fight the Ticketmaster war and get a summer job if it meant I could even get a nosebleed seat to your Los Angeles show… just to find out there isn’t one.
I get taking your As It Was lyric to “leave America” to heart, the U.S. is undeniably a mess. However, what happened to your “LA mood” you mentioned in Satellite? In a move of desperation, my next course of action was plotting with my mom to do a one night only New York City trip to make it to your 30-night Madison Square Garden residency. I had every device of my Apple ecosystem open with a different Ticketmaster account, ready to snag a couple of tickets, only for it to be a thousand dollars for a reasonable seat, and that’s only for one, without travel costs.
I speak for a lot of the Harries when I say I’d trek 3,000 miles to experience Aperture live, but do we really “belong together” if one ticket costs 70 hours of minimum wage in California? Not to mention the extra grand on plane tickets, and presumably higher hotel costs as we wouldn’t be the only ones travelling for the show, totalling at about 4 grand for a two hour concert. It feels like capitalism and exclusivity are taking hold of the Harry Styles experience I felt was promised by your past tours.
As I drove down Hollywood Boulevard last month, I saw the now-extinct signs from the Fine Line debut pop up store that brought me back to a time before concerts were an unattainable luxury. Treat People With Kindness, and Do You Know Who You Are? Harold, really, do you know who you are? Do you realize the inexplicable thrill people get from screaming the lyrics I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business at the top of their lungs while wearing sparkly pants and a feather boa among thousands of other people? You’re denying people of joy, Harry, of an escape from this world people could really use a distraction from for a couple of hours.
So, Harry, if you do end up being in an LA mood, consider reminding your team that your fanbase isn’t composed of a bunch of one-percenters, and that America needs you to bring a smile to their faces now more than ever.
Sincerely,
A Frustrated Fan
SOURCES:
https://ktla.com/entertainment/harry-styles-fans-selling-their-blood-to-afford-concert-tickets-report/
https://www.nytimes.com/2026/02/09/travel/harry-styles-tour-msg-nyc.html
