September 28, 200817 yr since they had a day off yesterday I'm going with that... so he could be with her
September 28, 200817 yr That's what I thought too Carla. Oooh I know how we can find out. When was that Jay-Z gig she sang at? That was on the day of her birthday. :idea2: 27th of September: http://www.nme.com/news/jay-z/24489
September 28, 200817 yr Good one! so we were right! chris spend his day off with his love! what gwyn fan are you if you don't know this? :thinking:
September 28, 200817 yr I'm sure Chris is not the one who spends millions of dollars for her birthday present.. He surely had a nice, personal and individual present that you can't buy with money, because I think that's the best present you can give when you're so rich ;)
September 28, 200817 yr Pshh, I'm sure they had an amazing night :sneaky: Damn, I'd give anything to have a night with Chris ! ;):laugh3:
October 1, 200817 yr Chris in Student Days Story How did the lovely but hopeless Chris end up with Gwyneth Paltrow, the very epitome of a sophisticated A-lister? Awkward and humble Chris shacked up with a material girl? I still can't quite believe it. We met four years ago when I was a 20-year-old student at Oxford and I was asked to interview his band for my college paper. All I knew was that Coldplay were an unsigned outfit formed by four friends at University College, London; and their lead singer, Chris, had a first-class degree in ancient history. Not exactly rock 'n' roll. I was waiting for the band in the college gardens when I saw a lone figure loping in my direction. "Hi," he said, sitting down next to me. "It's just me, I'm afraid." I had to stifle a giggle. Instead of the cool, trendy singer I had expected, he was dressed like a folk musician in a chunky-knit jumper. He also seemed insanely excited, grinning through a set of silver braces. For a 21-year-old, Chris seemed clueless about the opposite sex. When I asked him about the root of the "angst" in his songs, wondering if it was due to some sexual frustration or erotic tension, he blushed crimson and spluttered: "I'm too young to have had any of those experiences." But while I wasn't attracted to him, I found his childlike-naivety charming. Chris revealed he didn't drink or do drugs because he was a "happy little chappie", so I arranged to meet him afterwards in the college bar, hoping to see him give in to temptation. Instead, he spent the evening clutching a fruit juice. Over the next few days, Chris stayed around, sleeping in the college room of one of his old friends from home. We were there one evening, sitting on a chaise longue, chatting and drinking, when he leaned over and pressed his mouth to mine. My teeth clashed with his braces and I stiffened but, for some reason, that encouraged him. The next second he threw his arms around me, rolling us off the chaise and tumbling under the furniture. "I call it my commando roll," said Chris, and I burst out laughing, partly from nerves, partly from embarrassment. We spent the evening chatting and kissing until we both fell asleep. Later I woke up feeling claustrophobic. I didn't like being so close to Chris when I wasn't sure I liked him that way. I wriggled free from his grasp without waking him and left. The next day my friend Holly rushed into my room. "Chris was just here," she said. "He's really fallen for you, but he's not sure you feel the same." I felt unnerved. Why had he fallen for me so quickly? I decided to stay out of his way. But a week later I was in bed when there was a knock at my door. I thought it might be Chris, so I didn't answer it. Then I heard my door open, and his footsteps echo across the floor. He sat on the edge of my bed and stroked my cheek. "You're amazing," he whispered. I pretended I was asleep until he finally got up and left. ____________________________________ Chris returned to London and over the next couple of months I made no contact with him. Around college, however, he was hard to avoid. About 50 people I knew had bought Coldplay's first EP, Safety, and Chris's straining vocals, singing of love and rejection, were everywhere. Word got round that Coldplay were playing at Camden's Barfly. They were expecting record scouts and wanted as much support as possible. I was curious to see for myself and hustled some tickets. At the gig, Holly and I sat in the balcony above the stage. Two songs into the set, Chris thanked everyone for coming and introduced the next song: "This one's called Such a Rush. Sorry, Emma - she thinks it's miserable." He looked up and I felt my cheeks burn. He knew I was there and he'd let me know he hadn't forgotten. Outside, Holly and I caught sight of the band. Chris spotted us, too, and called out my name. "That's her, that's Emma!" The boys came over. The bass player, Guy Berryman, looked at me and said wryly: "Thanks a lot. You cost Chris a lot of therapy. We couldn't get any sense out of him for ages." Having just watched Chris under the spotlight, the subject of adulation, I suddenly felt uncomfortable staring at him face to face. "Congratulations," I mumbled and, not knowing what to say, I turned on my heels and left. Two years passed and, while I was doing odd jobs, Chris's career soared. By summer 2000, Yellow fever was gripping the nation. Coldplay were number four in the charts and playing sell-out gigs across the country. So when I saw flyers for their date in Oxford, I couldn't resist. The gig at the Zodiac in Cowley was buzzing like a home crowd.
October 1, 200817 yr When Chris came on stage, the transformation was remarkable. He looked healthy and tanned, clean-shaven with gel-styled hair. With his braces gone his smile wasn't goofy any more - it was sexy. Afterwards, Holly and I went backstage for drinks. Suddenly, Chris appeared, surrounded by screaming Japanese fans. Before I knew it, he planted a kiss on my cheek. "What are you doing afterwards?" he asked. I said we weren't sure. "Well," he said, "wait for me." Later, Chris came back and asked if we'd like to go to a bar down the road. There was a group of us but, when we got there, Chris found a table for two away from the others and pulled a chair out for me. Before long we were flirting and, I admit it, where before he'd irritated me, I now felt flattered. Hours passed. The tour bus had gone. Chris suggested we leave together and I agreed. We walked along by the canal until we came to a children's playground. I perched on the roundabout while Chris pushed. Then he brought it to a halt and kissed me. It was frantic and disjointed. "This is more like fighting, Ems," he whispered. "You're like a lion toying with its prey." I felt closer to him than ever. We were alone and, regardless of all that had happened, he still wanted to be with me. We made our way back to Holly's house for a night together. ________________________________________ The next morning, Chris woke to a call from the band. We kissed and he left, not turning back to say goodbye. A few days later the phone rang. It was Chris, but this time his tone wasn't affectionate. He said he felt bad about what happened that night because it had been "shallow", that he'd only wanted something he couldn't have before. I felt misunderstood. I had been shallow before in not accepting Chris the "geek", but my new-found feelings had little to do with his fame. Chris had changed - his insecurity had been replaced by confidence and self-belief. Fame had made him into just the man I was attracted to, just as I could no longer have him. Two years on I have no regrets. I'm happy now, studying journalism in London, with a boyfriend who is almost Chris's polar opposite. I wish Chris and Gwyneth every happiness. I would only feel regret if, in enjoying his new sex-symbol status, he were to lose that geeky spirit of naivety that made him unique.
October 1, 200817 yr No, it's the disgusting cow that sold her story to the papers. :stunned: :bigcry::bigcry::bigcry:
October 1, 200817 yr She's a teacher too. What a great example to set to kids. She rejects him, then sleeps with him cos he's getting famous, then when he gets really famous she sells the story to make some money.
October 1, 200817 yr I found the story in the Daily Mail. Was saying Emma was disgusting, not you by the way. :P :kiss:
October 1, 200817 yr The bass player, Guy Berryman, looked at me and said wryly: "Thanks a lot. You cost Chris a lot of therapy. We couldn't get any sense out of him for ages." did she actually expected him to be all nice and sweet to her???? ****insert suzy66 comment here..................
October 1, 200817 yr eugh. what a disgusting whore! :dozey: i can't help but despise women like her. i wonder what chris saw in her.
October 1, 200817 yr ^^^ maybe he was just too young and nayve, and by the time he saw her again he realized she was just not worth it........ and ditched her!!!!!!!!!! ....................................................................... however how odd must it be to have your life, your wife, your kids, and then some stupid skank decides to print all this???? i mean, if anything, it prooves Chris was right about her!!!! it had been "shallow"
October 1, 200817 yr i don't support what chris did in any way at all, still... i think it's somehow funny how he made her look stupid eventually and that she now regrets it. however, regretting it means that she wants to be with him now only because he's rich and better looking (in her opinion), which proves once more that she is one shallow whore. *cough* excuse my choice of words.
October 1, 200817 yr This story is real crap, I'm sure she made up some parts. But Chris is not the only celebrity victim. I think that's the price for fame - people from your past come up and tell **** about you.
October 1, 200817 yr it sounds so incredibly made up! I mean would chris really go into therapy after being ditched by one girl? and would Guy then announce that out loud, would chris go:'that's her that's emma' after years of therapy because of her? what a load of crap!
October 1, 200817 yr ^ well, erm... i don't wanna protect that emma chick, but i thought guy meant that ironically. :confused:
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