Adventure Of A Lifetime: A Coldplay FanFic

Glastonbury--Part 1!

GLASTONBURY!

I just broke my lead.

I forgot we'd be coming to Glastonbury as part of the tour. I'd asked Jonny the other day, our first day in Amsterdam, if we were allowed to come to Glastonbury.

"It's a part of the tour," he said, "I don't see why not."

Of course, he didn't know the exact answer, so I asked Dave, who confirmed it. That's when I got really excited. I went back to my room buzzing. And now we're here, for four days. So since the festival is four days long, I'll be writing about all four days, possibly in one entry. No, that's confusing. I'll do all four days separately and just label them.

Okay, with that out of the way, I can talk about the Spotlight! And recap last night's show. First is the Spotlight!, because I'm proud of that.

I came up with everything on the spot--the idea in general, the name, what I put into it. I think I'll do more, for the backline crew, or Feasty (wristband operator), maybe Frosty or Dave. There's a lot of very important people to do Spotlights! on, I might have to buy a separate notebook for it. But I liked how my 42nd page just crept up on me. I almost didn't realize it. Luckily I've numbered my pages (which took me two days of study halls) in my journal, so I know how close I am to having to get another one, or go digital and save some trees.

So with that short explanation out of the way, I can recap Amsterdam last night and get to Glastonbury Festival.

I obviously wrote that Spotlight! yesterday, in the morning during breakfast. I hid it from the band, though that was hard, because Will was on my right and Jonny on my left. You have no idea how short I felt. Will's not as tall as J, but he's still taller than me by at least five inches (so that makes me about 5'6"), and Jon's 6'1", so I was basically a dwarf next to him. Quince kept trying to not laugh at me.

The breakfast bar had hot chocolate again, so I got some for myself, and then after debating with myself for a few seconds, I made some for Guy too. I had to decide whether I'd look like I was just being nice, or, well... y'know, trying to flirt or something. I wouldn't do that though. Now I feel weird.

But after we sipped our hot chocolate away, we got up, cleaned the table, and went outside. We didn't go walking all together--Chris wandered off for a bit--and sat near the pool all day. We had a private sort of thing off to the side with chairs and tables to sit at. It even had a little mini-fridge, like what we have in our hotel rooms often. I was happy to see it had cans of lemonade in it.

Minute Maid Lemonade, whether it be in a can, bottle, cup, whatever, is like a drug to me. I can drink it all day everyday (and somehow not get hyper) with nothing else, except maybe water in the morning to make my mouth not feel and taste like plastic. So of course, I drank almost all the lemonade in the fridge. I didn't down it all at once, but once a can was gone it was soon replaced by another.

Chris--when he came back--was amazed that I drank all that sugar and was still sleepy.

"It's like sugar has the opposite effect on me," I told him. "I can eat straight sugar all day and not be hyper at all. Maybe more talkative, but I won't be bouncing off the walls."

"He's already too hyper already," Will observed. "It's impossible for him to be any more hyper than he is now."

That was the truth everyday for Chris. There wasn't a single day he wasn't happy at some point, no matter what was going on. Any issues before the show didn't really bother him. He enjoyed watching them get solved in the hour before they were supposed to go on. It was the show itself that made him nervous or worried, which I didn't think was possible, considering he tells me every night how much fun they had while on stage.

So yeah, not much happened yesterday. I played bass in soundcheck, with one of the roadies and the backline crew, and Chris. Jonny, Guy, and Will were extremely late, so we did it without them. I didn't know the song they decided to play, but I did a few bass lines that seemed to fit in perfectly. Then I asked Chris how it really went, so he took the guitar from me and played the correct bass lines.

I was close. Very close.

And I didn't know Chris was that good with a bass guitar.

After that, I made a jam with the makeshift band that was Hoppy, Bash, Matt, and a roadie, whom I didn't know her name (I'm sorry). She was good with the piano, though.

Then, for the first time, me and Roadie compared pictures.

Oh boy, was he good. I only had a few photos that could match his. But to be fair, I stayed in one spot in the crowd. He moved around the whole stadium, taking pictures. I'm not big enough to push through everybody, and when I manage to, people get mad. Well, deal with it.

Though we showcased, we had nobody to judge, so we've called it a draw for today. I'm a bit disappointed in that, but it is what it is. It's not our fault everybody was either out walking around aimlessly or pretending to be fixing something.

Speaking of walking around, I did a little bit of that today with Quince and Rylan, around the festival grounds. Glastonbury is pretty big, let me tell you. We stopped at a few stages with some smaller bands performing or soundchecking. A lot of them were really good. The rest were just good. No bad bands in Glastonbury.

The people are incredibly nice, too. We asked a guy walking "which way back to the Pyramid-stage" (which is the new A-stage for the headlining bands and performers), and he very kindly pointed us towards it, and then suggested a few good spots to eat when he realized we hadn't been here before.

The only bad things about walking around would be the getting lost and Quince's ridiculously terrible accent he insists on using while we're here. That's definitely the worst of the two.

The guys found themselves walking around, too. Chris and his kids seemed to ghost us the whole time, because not one of us saw them once while we were out. I did spot Will and Jonny (they're not very hard to spot at all--a very tall guy with a hat and a shorter, stockier, bald guy together give it away) once, and Rylan claimed to have seen Guy, at one of the smaller stages.

It's funny having their kids around. We're obviously a bit older than Apple and Moses, Chris's mini-me's, and a lot older than Guy's daughter and Jonny's kids, Violet and Jonah. I'm not sure how old Will's kids are, but I know we're older. And they think we're just three new members on the crew. But that's mostly my fault, because I always wear my crew shirt and hat.

They're all extremely sweet kids, much like their fathers. I think I'm adopted, because I'm almost nothing like either of my parents. They only reason I believe I'm not is the slight resemblance between me and my dad. But Quince kind of looks like Phil, so that doesn't mean anything.

Speaking of resemblance, Rylan brought up something about Nathan Drake. Now, I'm not exactly sure who that is, forgive me, but she said that Phil looks like him. So I Googled him.

They very much look alike.

So now Rylan accidentally calls Phil Nathan. It's quite funny. I hope everybody else starts doing that. It'll make him so mad.

Anyway, I think that's it for now. Not much is happening today. The band performs tomorrow night, and I don't know who performs tonight. Maybe I should figure that out...

Oiiiiii I'm sorry I haven't updated in what seems like ages. I was originally going to complete the whole series of days for Glasto, but it's taking much longer than I thought. So here's part one. Part two will come shortly after!

~Dark