Adventure Of A Lifetime: A Coldplay FanFic

April 13, 2016

[@I_Want_Colored_Rain:Here you go. I try to update it everyday, but y'know, testing crap.]

12:42 AM

God, I hate planes.

The jetlag is absolutely terrible, and it definitely doesn't help that the tour is around the whole flipping world. I feel like falling asleep on stage during soundcheck half the time, and I trip over the stupidest things. I don't know how the band and crew deal with it.

Especially the crew, because they have to set up, fix things, and figure out what's wrong with the PA system! And it's worse for me and Rylan because we've never been out of our timezone before. Quince rubs it in our faces that we're tired all the time and he's not. He's up there on there on the stage right now jumping around with Chris to Every Teardrop.

I just shook my head at him. I'd at least be up there taking pictures, but I'm too tired. I'd actually rather be asleep at the hotel right now. And besides, I've taken more pictures than I have blinked. Lots of soundchecks, mostly motion-shots of Chris or Will. During the actual shows, I take pictures of the pyro and lights. I think I'll sit way up in the nosebleeds tonight and take pictures during Charlie Brown and Every Teardrop. Super colorful songs equals amazing-looking pictures.

Let's see... how many hours until showtime? When does it start? Around 9, I think. So 9 hours and 20 some minutes, maybe. I'm not that great at math, especially when I'm jet lagged and sleepy. I wish I could sleep during soundcheck, but it's too loud. And the last time I tried that, I was rudely awakened by none other than Chris clapping his hands loudly near me. He's lucky.

I thought he was Rylan, and I almost hit him.

That'd totally get me in some trouble.

But when we landed at the airport earlier this morning, it was totally chaotic. We--me, Rylan, and Quince--ride along with the band in their plane, and therefore get off with them at the airport. And of course, the airport is swarming with fans. This morning, there were so many. I was trying my best to stay behind Will, but someone pushed past me.

And then the band passed by the guards, which let them (and Quince and Rylan, since they were in the middle of the five) and the crew through. But nobody else.

So, when I tried to follow, I was stopped.

"No puedes pasar por ahí," one said. You can't go through there.

"¿Qué? Nada de español, Señor," I responded, trying hard to remember Spanish class.

"You can't go through here," he repeated.

"No, I'm with them, I swear," I tried.

"I need proof of that."

"Please?" I implored. "They'll leave me here!"

"Please step back."

I did so, and went to a bench. I waited there for about ten minutes.

Luckily, someone must've realized I wasn't there, because Will himself came looking for me. Just your average day, getting into some hilarious trouble with airport security. And then being rescued by Will Champion. 

But I got to try out my Spanish today. I think it's pretty good. Maybe I'll work on it throughout the tour.