Adventure Of A Lifetime: A Coldplay FanFic

May 24, 2016

[Just kidding all you had to do was wait over the weekend. Haha who am I kidding? Nobody cares~]

3:12 P.M

Stade Charles-Ehrmann

Nice, France

Right, so, I've officially survived the first super-long break in the tour. And it was very, very boring. I actually missed riding in the plane/jet (whatever it is). The plane! And I hate the plane. One thing I didn't miss?

Spending soundchecks studying or doing homework. I'd rather be sitting on the end of the stage writing this than trying to read and explain how motion works at the same time.

But nevermind school. How about the tour?

So, last week, I had really wondered whether or not we were allowed in the dressing rooms. I asked Will earlier, after soundcheck.

Turns out we can, so as long as it isn't right before the show (or right after), or if Phil tells us no. I don't see why he would, unless he's really a jerk and we just haven't realized it yet. I doubt it. Guy can be meaner than him at times. Not Jon. Jon's too sweet to yell at us. He's real quiet when he's angry. Jon's only ever broken once, and that was a very long time ago (I don't even think I was alive) and it was directed towards Chris.

I mean, I would've understood him. I had to... scold--I guess--Chris to not be so inappropriate earlier. But of course, it's Chris Martin. He lasted five minutes before having to crack a joke.

But I'm just happy to be back on the road. I've never realized how uninteresting my life is until the beginning of this tour. Sure, we had animals and stuff, but we live in a very boring place in town (more like the middle of nowhere) and there's nothing to do except ride into downtown or to Dairy Queen, which takes almost twenty minutes.

Now I get to see the world. Heh, pretty awesome.

I was looking over the list of dates and places we're going to after school the other day. I discovered we're headed to Glasgow soon. I've always wanted to go to Glasgow! I'm super excited for that.

But today, we're in France. How cool is that?

"Eh. I'd rather be blowing up the Eiffel Tower in Call of Duty," Quince stated.

"Don't say that," Rylan exclaimed, "they'll think you're some sort of terrorist or something."

"I threatened to blow up every single Home Depot and Lowes in the country one day because we kept going there too much," I said. "We had to fix one side of the barn, so we kept needing wood and painting stuff."

Rylan shook her head.

"And I've blown up the Eiffel Tower on Call of Duty too. It wasn't all that fun. I died four times," I frowned.

"That's why I beat you every time," Rylan sneered.

"I don't play online! People suck online--it's full of hackers and crybabies, so I've never actually played with a real person, only the bots."

Yeah, that is very true. I've never played online. But I am pretty amazing at bots. Me against as many enemy bots as possible, with no backup. I destroy them.

"Hey, y'know what?" Rylan asked.

"What?" I responded blankly.

"They need an Irish member."

"Who needs an Irish member and for what?"

"The band! They need an Irish member. Then it'll be a complete UK band."

"Only Northern Ireland is part of the UK," Quince pointed out. "So they'd need a Northern Irish member."

"You should go tell them," I said. "Or tell Phil to be Irish for the rest of the tour.'

"He wouldn't do that," she frowned.

"I know. That's what would make it funny, because he would give you the weirdest look."

I had actually asked Phil to blow up a balloon for a school experiment earlier. He did give me a weird look, but after I explained, he gladly blew it up.

It was an experiment to see if there was a difference in how long it took a kid to blow up a balloon compared to an adult, because there was size difference in the lungs. It turns out there isn't. Same sized balloon, different people, close to the same time. Maybe it's because us three probably have the lung size of an adult, given our ability to hold a note for a long time (I sing the one "Still I raise the flag" part in Every Teardrop and I'm proud of it). I don't know. Is that possible?

Well, not much has happened today. The only thing really worthy of writing about is what I'd call a reunion. Everything else up there is just-because-writing, I guess. So yeah, "reunion" is write-worthy.

We got here at about 3 AM, with my mom, and instructions to go to a specific hotel with our passes. We found the first crew member we could and explained to her who the heck we were and all that (because not every crew member knows us). The rest of the whole hotel thing is confusing. We had to prove all this stuff, someone had to vouch for us (but the crew wouldn't let us use the band as vouchers), and then after all that, when Roadie--R#42, the Roadie--convinced the crew that we were supposed to be there, we could finally go in our room.

And we still couldn't see the band, even though everyone was awake.

We had to wait until we were headed to the arena before we could see them. And thus, we hung around Roadie for the remainder of the morning, because he was the only crew we actually knew and talked to, apart from Matt, Bash, Hoppy, Paul, and the rest of the instrument techies.

So the actual "reunion" part with the band was outside, in rainy weather, near some vans that were to take us to the arena.

Rylan spotted Jon before me and Quince could even begin to search. We trudged through rain puddles and mud to reach them. And then we weren't noticed until Ryan did one of those shove-past-the-person-to-get-their-attention things. He went right through Phil and Guy, pretending to be going to the van.

It was funny to watch Guy get angry and then realize who it was.

We all received hugs, or a high-five, something. I got a high-five from Chris and a hug from Jon, despite his phobia of touching people.

And then we drove here. That's about it. Nothing very exciting today. Maybe I'll do something crazy or weird on Thursday and write about it on Friday. I don't know. Maybe I'll prank the guys or something. Would I get in trouble for that?