Finally, after months of waiting, after hours of staring at the countdown app on my phone, it was time to see my four dream husbands live. I was just going with my parents, since they had gotten me front row seats. I was crying the entire car ride there. My heart ached with excitement. I was wearing jeans and an old Coldplay tee, even though I was getting a concert shirt there. We parked and the walk to the arena where it was being held seemed like it took years. We finally arrived at the entrance, and I felt the cool air run through my hair and brush past my cheek. It smelled of cleaning supplies and plastic bags inside. Some overweight security guards scanned the tickets and sent us through. Another pair of guards gave us the xylobands, and I got mine in my favourite colour! Everything was going perfectly, until I saw the merchandise.
Coldplay shirts lined the walls, panorama poster lined the ceilings, and everything from bags to hats to coffee mugs sat in shelves, just calling out to me. My dad gave me enough money for a shirt and a Mylo Xyloto book, so I ran to the front of the line screaming "Shut up and take my money!" The clerk chuckled and gave me my shirt and book. I screamed, and everybody around me stared. They didn't understand the relationship I had with this band.
I quickly ran back to my parents and yanked my new concert shirt on over the old one. I was shaking and I couldn't speak. They, too, laughed at my reaction. I quickly ran down the hall and off to the entrance to the concert. I ran all the way down and to the middle row. I touched the stage softly, and tears just kept rolling down my face. They were going to be standing on this very stage, breathing my air, and I'll be singing along with them. This was unbelievable. The first two acts began, they weren't very good, and an old man behind me booed them off. It seemed like an eternity for any sign of Coldplay about to play. Then it happened.
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Photo on the side: Me in my shirt I got from an MX concert c:
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