Adventure Of A Lifetime: A Coldplay FanFic

June 18, 2016

[This took a little longer than expected 0_0  But I have a question for my (2) readers! Since there's a little contest going on between Jade and Roadie, who should win? Comment!]

7:12 A.M

Wembley Stadium

London, England

Extra early today! I didn't know we were even capable of waking up this early, after how crazy and energetic last night was. I'm surprised Chris hasn't lost his voice yet. I think I would have by now.

But we're up so early today to get a headstart on soundcheck, I think. Or we're going to get breakfast before soundcheck. I hope it's the latter; I'm starving and we always miss when the hotel serves breakfast. I could go for a pancake right now.

I think I'll try to write as things happen today. I should remember conversations more accurately now. That would be why there isn't much dialogue in here. I can't remember enough of the conversations we have, so I can't write them out without missing some important detail of the conversation--if there was one.

But it should work, I think. We'll be in vans for the most part, so I'll be able to write without having to worry about running into a street-lamp pole or something. Yesterday, before we got into the stadium, Rylan had been trying to read something on her phone and ended up walking into a big plant pot on the side of the sidewalk. She was lucky Chris hadn't seen. She would've never lived it down.

And now somebody's knocking on my door. I assume it's Rylan or Quince, but it could be a crew member, or one of the band, or even Roadie. I guess I'll find out. Drumroll, please!

It was Rylan and Quince, and then Chris eventually had bounded down the hallway after them. I don't know why, but he likes to annoy us in the nicest way possible, almost nonchalantly as if he doesn't know he is. I don't know. I suppose it's funny when he doesn't do it all day long.

Right. We're in the vans now, headed for the stadium (not breakfast). The three of us can fit in the van with the band at the same time. It's kind of tight, but somebody sits up front with the driver, so we all aren't crammed in the back. I can't say who sits shotgun, because it's always random. Whoever is last is the one to sit up there, basically. So today, that would be Will.

Despite the randomness in who sits up front, we all have a favored seat to sit in. Assuming nobody sits up front, Will and Guy sit in the first row of the back, Will on the right and Guy on the left. Jonny, Chris, Rylan, and Quince sit in the second row in the back, in that order, right to left. I sit in the very last row by myself. That had been the last seat available, so I took it. No big deal. So I guess my seat isn't favored.

Right now, we're in a van, half asleep, on our way to the stadium. I get stuck with everybody's bags and such here in the back, so I get to steal Will's soccer ball and then put it back before he realizes it. Not that he'd care. It's not as if I'm going through his stuff. I wouldn't do that. I swear it.

I usually get ignored back here. I'm so detached from everybody's conversations, and yet I can steal Jonny's hat, ruffle Quince's hair, pat Chris on the head, and poke Rylan. I'm so close, yet so far. I don't mind it. Less distractions from writing. Until Quince decides to turn around and start talking to me, which he just did.

"You know I'm writing," I say.

He nodded. "Yes."

"What's my rule when I'm reading or writing?"

"Ummm.... Don't talk to you?"

"Exactly!"

Chris and Jonny just laughed. "You've broken a rule," Chris commented.