Every Coldplayers Dream: A Coldplay Fanfic

Touring

It had been one whole month so far. The tour bus was fairly large and fit Will, Chris, Jonny, Guy, Phil and I nicely. Guy and Jonny showed me an idea they had for a new song that was going to be in their next album, Ghost Stories. We had also spent hours just talking about each other. I found out more about the four boys and their roadie than any other fan in the entire world. We even SLEPT near each other! (Two weeks ago, though, I had cut a tiny bit of Chris' curls and taped it into my notebook, and he wasn't too happy when he found out.) At their concerts, I was able to stay backstage with Phil and take exclusive photos of them with my camera.

The bad part, though, was the paparazzi and the crazy fans. Three girls from the Rhode Island concert had somehow hidden themselves on the tour bus and caused us a heap of trouble. Paparazzi had stalked us when we tried to go into a simple motel to do out laundry, and I had made the front page as "Guys' Secret Daughter".

Then came the end of July, and I would have to go back home in a few weeks from this once in a life time adventure. But, apparently, at the end of every month, Chris and Gwyneth would meet up somewhere to have date night, regardless of what they were doing. I thought it was the most romantic thing that they canceled all plans just to see each other for two or three hours. Sadly, Chris' body guard had fallen ill with the stomach flu, so he might not be able to go. Then he looked at me.

"Hey," Chris said with a smile. "Do you think you could protect me from crazy fans?" I gasped.

"I'll protect you from crazy fans, since I'm the craziest fan." He laughed and threw me some formal clothes.

"I want you to look more stunning that you already do when you see Gwyneth, Apple and Moses."

"I'm going to meet the entire family?!"

"Yes," he grinned, and we hopped on a plane to meet up with the Martin-Paltrow family in Kentucky. When we landed, Gwen and the kids were waiting quietly. When Chris came into view, all three ran towards him and encased him in a big hug. Apple eyed me curiously, and I gave a little awkward wave.

"This," Chris said, gesturing towards me, "is the lovely fan I have been taking on tour for two months." Gwen shook my hand and smiled.

"It's nice to see a non-psychotic fan nowadays." We both laughed. Apple, holding her little stuffed animal with her long blond hair tied back in a bun, shook my hand and smiled cutely. Moses hid behind his mother.

"I hope this isn't asking too much," Gwen said to me, "but we rented a hotel room for a couple hours. Do you think you could babysit?"

"It would be an honor, ma'am." She smiled and hugged me. Not only did I meet Chris' beautiful wife, but I was in charge of their offspring for several hours.