Fees like phantom furballs piled high—
Ticketmaster’s claws caught in buyers’ cry.
A lawsuit prowls where outrage sleeps,
Justice paws where the pocket weeps.
“The cards of the North have fallen, and the Quebec Superior Court has spoken a name of power: Class Action. I see the ghost of a ticket buyer from 2022, his paws trembling as a VIP seat vanished from his digital grasp, only to return minutes later draped in a heavier price and a ‘service fee’ that bloated like a well-fed housecat.
The crystal reveals a great reckoning for the Masters of the Tickets. The stars whisper that the days of ‘drip pricing’—where the true cost hides until the final pounce—are being hunted by the light of the Consumer Protection Act. I see a scroll being unrolled that covers every Quebecer who has felt the sting of a fee since July 2021.
The vibrations tell me this: while the giants of the industry hiss that their fees are but the cost of the ‘infrastructure,’ the scales of justice see a different weight. My whiskers twitch at the mention of March 2026; while this Canadian storm gathers, a much larger tempest—the DOJ Antitrust trial—is preparing to make landfall in the South.
The prophecy is clear: the wall of ‘monopolistic’ fees is beginning to crack. Ticketmaster will try to retreat into the shadows of legal motions, but the fans have found their claws. Expect a season of ‘compensatory refunds’ to be discussed in hushed tones, as the court decides if a service fee should be a flat path or a mountain that grows alongside the ticket’s price. The purple gaze sees a future where the ‘checkout shock’ finally meets its match.”
