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

~ 4 ~

Milly's view:

The arlarm wakes me up at 9 p.m two days later. I stand up and take a look in the mirrow. My curly hair lays limp and dump on the top of my shoulders. Suddenly I hear a noise which comes from the kitchen. I open the door and take the walk to the other room at the end of the hallway.
My best friend Emma is working like an animal to make me and herself ham and eggs with baked beans. I love her, although it's not her national food she makes this for me.

,,Morning darling!¨, she says to me in a tired voice.
,,Morning!¨, I answered with a huge smile on my face.
She asks me:,, Why you are smiling like this? Did you had a nice dream ?¨
,,No, I was just thinking about the concert. And Chris in his cute sweater.¨, I responded.

We ate our breakfast, which tastes so delicious. Soon after we were finished, the door bell rang and a voice shouted:,, Carta para la Sra. Jenkins!¨
We look each other in the eyes after Emma translated it for me, because I can't speak spanish. Next I stand up and go to the door. A middle aged argentinian man with a brown moustache stands in front of me and chews his chewing gum . He hands me the the letter, I thanked him and soon after he turns around and leaves. I read the caption of the letter.

Para Sra. Jenkins

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tands in a normal mans handwriting on it. I wonder from whom it is, because I haven't sent any letter before. But yes, I had sent a letter and had written Emma's address on it. But this will never be the response from Coldplay or from Chris! Or is it?
I go inside my best friends house, in the kitchen again and place the letter on the table.
With one plate in each hand she asks me:,, From whom is it ?¨
,,I don't know.¨, I said.
,, Maybe it is from the boys!¨, she metiones.
,,No way! It is impossible that this security guard handed Phil or Coldplay the letter!¨, I answer.
,, You know this is not true. Always follow your dreams and never give up! That is what Chris always says!¨, Emma respondes.
,,Yeah ok, you are right! I'll open it but first let us clean this messy kitchen.¨, I suggest.
She nod and not two minutes later we are cleaning her room.

After everything is done and you can walk in the room again, I go to my sleping room and open the letter.
As I only see the first written line, I scream.

Dear Mrs. Jenkins,

My name is Chris Martin. As you may know me I'm the singer, songwriter and leader of Coldplay, your favourite band. I have to inform you that we received your very special letter. I really like your music flavour and you have a beautiful handwriting too, but this doesn't matter now. What really matters is that your are also playing the saxophone, which is a jazz instrument too. Guy was overjoyed when I told him that.
The boys and I want to meet you as soon as it's possible. Here is the address of the ¨Bakery¨ which is our music studio in London.
I also write the phone number from Phil Harvey, our fiths member and controller of the band, under it.
I hope we'll meet each other soon.
With much love,

Coldplay
Signed by Chris Martin

Suddenly Emma storms the room and shouts at me:,, What happend? Are you ok girl?¨
I just nod, not moving the view away from the handwritten letter from Chris.
,,Milly?¨, she asks again, more carefully than excited. What happend?¨
,,I just get a response from Christopher Anthony John Martin!¨, I said with shookness in my face.