Every Coldplayers Dream: A Coldplay Fanfic

Meeting The Boys

I couldn't believe that the real Christopher Anthony John Martin was talking to me. I stared at him with my mouth slightly opened. He chuckled in his deep voice and walked to me. I stared at him, the sweat on his forehead from the concert glistening in the florescent lights above. He wrapped his arms around me in a hug. I was in shock. I awkwardly tried to hug him back as I also tried to quickly memorize his every detail. His muscles, his short blonde hair, his perfect smile; he was just too perfect. The smell of his Tiger Balm and post concert sweat was overpowering, and I let my eyes close slowly, enjoying the warmth of his hug.

"Chris," I wispered into his shoulder, since he was taller than me. "I just want to thank you." He put his hands on my shoulders and held me at arms length, staring at me confused.

"Thank you? For what? You and the rest of the fans is what fuels us. I should be thanking you."

"For giving me hope," I said. "For making amazing music, for being a role model, for being there for me  when nobody else would, for making songs that fit my every emotion, the list could go on." I smiled at him, and he blushed.

"I-I don't even know what to say," his face made a tomato look pale. "Nobody has really ever said that. I mean, we aren't anything specia-"

"No," I interrupted. "You are. You started out with so little, and now you're a sensation. It gives other people hope that they can become something as great as you four." For a moment, I could have sworn that I saw a tear in Chris' eye. Will walked over to take over the conversation.

"Honestly," his voice, also perfect, said. "We're just four friends trying to make music, and for somebody to tell us that we're inspiring, well, that just honestly means the world to us."

"It's the truth," I said smiling at Mr. Champion. "All of us Coldplayers know it, and somebody had to tell you personally." Jonny spoke up.

"Do you play any instruments?"

"I used to play the drums and piano, and I'm currently learning guitar. Why?" Jonny got a big grin on his face. He took my hand in his and led me to the stage. The black light was still on, so all of their graffiti glowed in the dark. Jonny led me to his guitar. He smiled up at me.

"I'm going to teach you a little."

"I'm not the best at learning," I said shyly.

"I have a lot of patience," his eyes even seemed to smile. "Please." I agreed, and took his guitar in my hands. I couldn't believe I was holding the Bucklin guitar. He put his finger on top of mine, showing me how to place them for certain notes. Will, Guy, and Chris all smiled and ran to their instruments. In no time, Jonny had taught me how to play "Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall". Feeling like a pro, I pretended as if the concert was still going. I ran with his guitar to the edge of the stage and waved to the imaginary crowd.

"Hey, everybody!" my voice echoed off the empty walls. "I hope you enjoyed the concert tonight!" I heard Guy chuckling and he walked up beside me.

"You learn pretty quick," he said. "Do you think it would be asking too much if we asked you to join us on tour for a bit?"

"Are you kidding?!" I shrieked, "It would be a dream come true! Or in your case," I played Jonny's guitar sloppily. "It would be Para-Para-Paradise!" All four of them burst out laughing and I continued to  play, regardless of how bad I was. My parents had agreed to let me go, but I had to be back before school started in August, meaning I had about two and a half months touring with Rock "Gods".