It's a cold galaxy ( A Coldplay Fanfiction | >> Completed Story <<)

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On the next morning I wake up at 10 a.m.
Totally confused and disorded I stand up. My legs leads me to the small cupboard, which stands near the bed. At first I didn't even recognize the small letter, which lays on it. I grab it and read the caption.

For Coldplay

I open it on the back side and start reading:

Dear Coldplay,
My name is Milly, I'm 27 years old and I'm also from England. My hobbys are playing saxophone and reading. I'm a Coldplayer since I'm ten and I just wanted to thank you guys. You gave my life so much light, positivity and strengh with your songs, in a time were I was ill or was in a bad depression. My favourite one is '' Talk'' becuase this song is about confusion and self struggeling, which identifies me in that time were I needed it the most. You helped me through hard times with your music and Chris, you are right. Everything is possible , if you never give up and believe in love. I'm looking forward to see you guys soon in Argentina on the last ''A Head full of dreams'' concert.
With much Love
Milly

I read the letter once more because it's so special. I mean we receive letters and fan post every day, but the most of them aren't even arriving to us. Phil take them and select them out. So he must have known that this one is special.
This handwriting is amazing and when I tell Guy that she plays saxophone, he'll be overjoyed, because he loves jazz and soul.
This letter sounds so true....these are true words by a young strong woman, who been through so much.
And this name....Milly? For what does it stands for? Camilla, Melisa, Alyssa,Emily,.......It could be everything!
So......could she maybe be the young, beautifull woman in the lonely stadium, who made me say nothing. I don't know....but I know one thing.

I take my phone and call Phil:
,, Yeah?'', he says as he take off
,, Hey man, how is it going?¨, I ask him.
,,Yeah great, remember that our flight will be in three hours so you better be here in two because you are always late.¨, he responded.
I laughed because he said the truth. That's one of my negative sights. ,,Well, I'll be ready, but I've another question. Do we know from who is the letter you gave me yesterday?¨, I said.
,, Uff....no, I don't think so. A security man gave it to me. It looks very special so I kept it. ¨, he answeres.
,,Ok....can you maybe give me the number from him. Please man..it's very important to me!¨, I beg.
,,Ok..I'll send it to you later. And please be on time today. I count on you.¨, he replies.
,,Sure..I'll not disappoint you!¨, I promise and hang up.

Not two minutes later I receive the number from the security man. I write him what is going on. After that, I take a seat on the bed and take a sheet of paper.
I need to find this woman.