Adventure Of A Lifetime: A Coldplay FanFic

July 1, 2016

1:12 A.M

Volksparkstadion

Hamburg, Germany

Volksparkstadion isn't really the correct location as of this time--we're actually about to land, I think. So the correct location is the plane, but I put the stadium because when we get there, I'll be writing again.

But I'm writing this very short bit right now because I'm extremely bored and everybody else is either trying to wake themselves or they're already awake but grumpy. I've been up since we left the last gig, which is surprising, considering I was up really early yesterday morning.

Anyway, I wanna talk... write... about what happened on our way to the vans as we left the show. It was a bit of a disaster.

It was raining a light drizzle when we got out, which chilled everybody instantly. And the vans were a bit further than they usually are, so we were out long enough to get soaked. As we were getting into the vans, I'm pretty sure Jonny stepped in gum. When we were actually in the vans, one of them refused to start for about five whole minutes. So, Guy and his mechanical skills were put to use, and he got back in completely soaked to the bone, which made me and Chris get the same idea of yelling Live Forever by Oasis. Once the van finally started, we had a wet ride back to the hotel. We all looked so bedraggled and poor, it was bad.

And we only had a half hour before having to leave again to get to the airport. That's why I never truly unpack, because you never know if you're gonna get to sleep for awhile or if you're gonna be in a rush right after the show. But we all still had wet hair on the way to the airport, except Quince, who'd used his hairdryer. Only that backfired greatly, because he seemed to have forgotten his hair gets extremely fuzzy and screwed up after drying it, and he didn't gel it like he usually does.

This is why we shouldn't rush so much.

We're descending now. I can just barely see the lights of the runway out of the window in front of me. I can't wait to go to sleep in a proper bed.

12:23 P.M

Breakfast

I literally just woke up five minutes ago. As soon as I'd dropped my bags on the floor, I crashed on the bed. I didn't even bother turning the lamp off next to the bed. And I definitely didn't hear whoever it was knocking on my door a little after we'd arrived. I still don't know who it was, and I still can't find my phone, which is bad, because I need to call my parents today.

I really hope I didn't leave it on the plane, or worse: back in Berlin. No, I had it on the plane with me, it was in my carry-on. Which means it most likely is on the plane still... crap.

This is a problem. I should probably head downstairs and see if everybody else is up, and if they've seen my phone. I know Rylan is in the lobby getting breakfast. Quince probably is, too. And now I'm hungry. So after a minute or two of walking, I'll be back.

And that was fast. I actually walked with Chris and Will, who were heading down to get tea. Well, Will wanted tea. Chris got coffee. But neither of them have seen my phone, unfortunately.

"Ask Guy and Jon," Chris suggested.

"I will when I see them. And Phil. I was going to on my way down, but then you two showed up," I responded.

"I don't think they're even in their rooms right now. I know Phil definitely isn't. He left for the stadium already to oversee setup. Jon came to my room earlier and said he was going for a walk. Haven't seen Guy at all."

"Then that means he's still asleep."

"Probably," Will sighed. "He has an alarm on his phone. Does he use it? No."