I have tickets. Send me an e-mail or a private message if you want the secret handshake.
It’s a long story, and I don’t want to go into the details now, but a little bird me told me a secret password and I managed to get into the site and score a couple of nosebleed level seats for $107 each.
But just to give you some idea how fucked up this is: the tickets are not officially “on sale” yet, but if you want a seat in, say, the first section off the floor, the $200 seats, good fucking luck: the “best available” today – 24 hours before the tickets “go on sale,” is behind the fucking stage.
That’s great if you’ve always wanted to see Paul McCartney’s ass.