So my Santa heard I was going to Vegas for a band trip and asked what show I would want to see if I could see anything. I said the dream would be Britney Spears. I've been in love with her since I can remember.

Well- turns out Santa was going to get me tickets to see Britney!

But Britney, her royal fierceness, was taking a week off during my stay in Vegas. So I was like "I like magic shows lol this one is 20 bucks"

BRITNEY MAY TAKE A BREAK BUT MY SANTA DIDNT. THEY SAID "WHEN ARE YOU FREE. YOU NEED TO SEE BRITNEY."

Plane tickets. Britney tickets. Oh my god.

I was crying. My best friend was crying. I've had a really intense year. I was hospitalized for severe OCD, moved across the country by myself, and started college. This was something I would have only dreamed of happening to me.

Then I get a notification that a box shipped? And I open it when I get back from my trip and it's full of patches for my band vest and candy and weird books (thank you for the note explaining haha).

But I open the card. And you're going to cover accommodation. And now I'm in tears again. You are just too generous. You are so kind and incredible and wow.