At this point you were desperate, hands clasped together as you begged your stubborn bodyguard to let you go to a concert that you had barrier for

He kept insisting it was dangerous and he wouldn't be able to protect you in the pit because of crazy, pushy fans and didn't trust others to ensure you'd be safe. He wasn't budging anytime soon..

"I'm not gonna tell you again, sell the tickets. You're not going." He demanded, his arms folded protestingly as his eyebrows furrowed in response.