Adventure Of A Lifetime: A Coldplay FanFic

May 27, 2016

[I gotta get on this thing; I'm running out of days in my Google Doc 0.0]

3:00 P.M

Estadi Olimpic

Barcelona, Spain

OK, that cough didn't last very long, surprisingly.

It must've been something I ate, or the everchanging smells of each stadium. But we are in the same place as yesterday. I don't know, I'm not a doctor. I'm just glad it's gone.

Anyway, I got batteries.

I got batteries from Hoppy, believe it or not. He heard me asking for batteries and must've had some spare ones (or was incredibly nice and bought them for me), so he gave them to me for my camera. I owe you, dude.

So now I can go back to taking pictures and not being incredibly bored during soundchecks (now becoming less frequent) and in the hours before showtime. I actually just took one before I started writing. I like to stand behind Will and take pictures of the band from that angle, but sometimes I'll go to the end of the stage and get all four of them, or stand next to Jonny or Guy and get shots. Chris doesn't hold still long enough, so most of my pictures of him are all blurry because my camera isn't all that great at taking pictures of things in motion.

I'm beginning to get used to warm weather. It's nice here in Barcelona, and I get to help Chris with his (totally not terrible, I don't know what you're talking about) Spanish. He has a piece of notebook paper taped to his piano up on the main stage with phrases and such. It's kind of funny.

But where there's warm weather, there's also the sun. Despite it bringing the warmth, I've hated it lately. It's too bright and there's not a single cloud in the sky--not even the wispy, horsetail-like cirrus clouds. Even those would help tone down the brightness. The worst part is that I don't have any sunglasses, or even a hat, for that matter. And I can't wear a hat anyway because I don't ever take my hair down, at least when it's hot.

I don't have any sunglasses (no, I can't steal Guy's again) and I refuse to buy any. I guess I'll just have to deal with it, since I'm so stubborn. I also refuse to buy a hat and try to wear it in warmer weather. Again, stubborn.

Anyway, we didn't have a soundcheck today. Instead, the hours before showtime were a few songs here or there in the lounge/dressing room and vocal warm-ups. And yes, a few naps. It's funny to watch them do their warm-ups. I know I've said it before, but it just is. If you could watch them like me and my friends can, you'd probably think it was funny too, because they sit there and don't pay any attention.

We mostly stayed in there all day because it was air-conditioned and had pop in it. I read a book all day and almost finished it within two hours. I don't even remember the name of it--I gave it back to Jonny.

I want to get outside and mess around with something, but last time I tried stealing a guitar to play it I was scolded by one of the crew for getting in the way. We have enemies and friends now, because most of the 200-some crew know us (some in a bad way). But we try our best to stay out of they way when we can. Sometimes the crew will ask us to measure this, lay that out, plug that in. I had the honor of helping the lighting guys set up lasers and the spotlights--way up in the ceiling.

Quite the scary experience. I don't know how they do that all the time.

"How was your time up there?" Rylan asked, laughing at me.

"It was freaking scary, that's how it was. You try going way up there--past the nosebleeds--to set up spotlights!" I huffed, sitting down. I'm not afraid of heights, but I may be now, after that.

"Just hope they don't ask you again."

"Oh, they won't. I messed up the wiring too many times and made them just a tiny bit too frustrated." I looked up into the ceiling, seeing the lights we'd put up. "I think I'll stay down here on the ground from now on, help with the amplifiers and guitars and all that stuff."

Rylan laughed again. "Come on, it's hot in here."

We went back to the dressing room, intruding on the band's rehearsal of a fan-requested song.

"Somebody requested Us Against The World?" I asked loudly, falling into a soft chair in the corner.

Will nodded as he hit the table with his drumsticks. Nobody else heard me.

It was cool to watch, but my God, how bad I wanted to be a part of it. But instead, I sat there in my chair, alternating my gaze from Jonny's hands to Will's drumsticks.

Right now, I'm still in the dressing room, with everybody either napping or doing something that has to do with paper. Quinn's sitting on the carpet drawing something (a monster cat?), Rylan's reading a book (surprising), Chris is knocked out in his chair, Guy's got his eyes closed on the couch, but not asleep--I can tell, because he keeps moving. Will and Jonny are going over the tour schedule, talking softly as to not wake Chris.

It's pretty boring right now. I hope the band aren't too sleepy during showtime. And I wish I could take pictures, but taking pictures of sleeping people and people pretending to be sleeping is a bit strange. I think Will and Jonny over there would make a good picture, maybe. I just wish I could do something right now. Maybe I'll sleep, too.