LoverInJapan Posted June 30, 2009 Share Posted June 30, 2009 Now I'm confused :thinking: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SarahSchimidt Posted June 30, 2009 Share Posted June 30, 2009 Guy on a piano... :wacky: Guy writing a song... :wacky:Β βAre you gonna cry, Chris? Cause Iβ¦.β Will Chris ever stop crying in fanfics? :lol: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SarahSchimidt Posted June 30, 2009 Share Posted June 30, 2009 Guy on a piano... :wacky: Guy writing a song... :blush:Β βAre you gonna cry, Chris? Cause Iβ¦.β Wil Chris ever stop crying in fanfics? :lol: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LoverInJapan Posted June 30, 2009 Share Posted June 30, 2009 He's just a big cry baby, our little Chris :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BerrymanGirl1 Posted June 30, 2009 Share Posted June 30, 2009 oh wow Ju I love it :heart:!!!!!!!! cant wait for ch2:D:D:D Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BerrymanGirl1 Posted June 30, 2009 Share Posted June 30, 2009 well, i can't take my laptop...:bigcry:Β :bigcry::bigcry::( Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SarahSchimidt Posted June 30, 2009 Share Posted June 30, 2009 IΒ΄m not a crying baby!:angry::P :laugh3: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LoverInJapan Posted June 30, 2009 Share Posted June 30, 2009 Aww, thanks, Amy!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ilovechrismartin09 Posted June 30, 2009 Share Posted June 30, 2009 haa :P make sure u send us pics when uve come bk :D Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BerrymanGirl1 Posted June 30, 2009 Share Posted June 30, 2009 your welcome Ju:D Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pickle Posted June 30, 2009 Share Posted June 30, 2009 :bigcry::bigcry::(Β gone for a whole week!!!! :bigcry: x 1000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000042 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BerrymanGirl1 Posted June 30, 2009 Share Posted June 30, 2009 :lol: 42:D:D :(When are you going ??? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pickle Posted June 30, 2009 Share Posted June 30, 2009 august 6th to the 19th :( Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pickle Posted July 1, 2009 Share Posted July 1, 2009 OMG I WAS JUST TYPING A FIC AND I ACCIDENTLY DELETED IT :bigcry: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ilovechrismartin09 Posted July 1, 2009 Share Posted July 1, 2009 awww :( xx Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pickle Posted July 1, 2009 Share Posted July 1, 2009 it was about them going go-karting too Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ilovechrismartin09 Posted July 1, 2009 Share Posted July 1, 2009 haah aww that sounds funny :( xx Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SarahSchimidt Posted July 1, 2009 Share Posted July 1, 2009 owww!:\ So sorry for u!:( Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BerrymanGirl1 Posted July 1, 2009 Share Posted July 1, 2009 august 6th to the 19th :(Β :(:cry::cry: your also going to miss my concert day:lol: aww go-karting coldplay??sounds funny:D:D:D Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cobalt Posted July 1, 2009 Share Posted July 1, 2009 OMG I WAS JUST TYPING A FIC AND I ACCIDENTLY DELETED IT :bigcry:Β I've had this happen to me before, I know, it's horrible, but still...Β FAIL! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cold_love23 Posted July 1, 2009 Share Posted July 1, 2009 OMG COBALT! Where is your See fic? Didn't you promise that you would have more of it ready for June?!? :wacky: I need it in my life right now. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brian Parmesan Posted July 1, 2009 Share Posted July 1, 2009 Here's a li'l fanfic I cooked up in a play-format for y'all, entitled 'The Sorry Death of Will Champion'. Β Enjoy.Β Brian ParmesanΒ Β Β Β Β The Sorry Death of Will Champion.Β Chris Martin stepped into the building of the London studio. He stopped to busy himself in the commode and spent a good sixteen minutes sitting down, then lathering his face at the sink with a large tube of moisturiser. He rubbed it in well, then he rubbed more. He didnβt stop until a radiant gleam emanated from his forehead. Thus, it was done. Entering the calm and sound-proofed atmosphere of the studio, he saw Will, Jonny and Guy, sitting with their instruments, tuning up. Chris Martin still had his tube of moisturiser out. Taking a seat near the guys, he squeezed the tube vigourously and rubbed the lotion deeply into his hands. Upon finishing, he put away the tube, extracted a nail file from his pocket and began to delicately pare.Β JONNY: Stop preening, will ya, Chris? Itβs so unmanly.Β Chris looked at him, proud and disdainful.Β CHRIS: Iβm a star, Jonny. I have to look perma-good. You wouldnβt understand. Just sit there and practise your D.Β JONNY: D minor.Β CHRIS: What?Β JONNY: Itβs a D minor, Chris.Β CHRIS: Uh, whatev.Β Chris flopped a hand at Jonny, who continued to noodle, picking lightly with his plectrum. He looked thoughtfully at the singer, who was now rummaging through the contents of his takeaway, arranging the organic rice, tomatoes and falafel on a little plate, and drinking a free-range cup of tea. Β JONNY: But seriously, Chris, Iβm starting to think youβve turned a little decadent. The wealth and the praise and the love of millions has gone to your head. Believe me, youβre out of touch with the street. Look at your breakfast. Look at your bag of lotions. Youβve become awfully effeminate and I sense within you a growing contempt for the common man.Β CHRIS: Well, I was never a street urchin, Jonathan. I have no contact with the βstreetβ to lose. Just so you know, I am a product of the highest educational and societal standards. I enjoyed the delicious scrum of the rugby boys at my boarding school, and then while at uni, I thrusted and parried the witty barbs of my foes in the ancient language of Latin. Oh, how I loved to thrust among the lads. Those were happy days for me, Jonny. But then, one wild florid afternoon, the undeniable happened, and the substance of Coldplay emanated from my brain in the most pure abstraction of my living self. I felt the call. It was a holy time for me. I had to make it real for other people. So, you see, Jonny, Coldplay is a product for the middle classes, by the middle classes. And those a little bit upper.Β Jonny turned to Guy and Will. Β JONNY: (quietly) See what I mean. Β They continued to set up their instruments while Chris finished his breakfast. After a few yawnsome minutes of listening to the band tuning and noodling, Chris rose impatiently. He clapped his hands to rouse them.Β CHRIS: Come on, guys, letβs get it together. Come on now β group huddle, group huddle! I need to write! What have we got? Give me a tune! Inspire me, guys. Β Jonny and Guy came to him and huddled. Will stayed in his seat and watched morosely the group standing in silence, their arms locked, their bodies pressed together a little too closely. Minutes passed. Chrisβs eyes jumped eagerly from one sullen face to the next. Jonny and Guy looked awkwardly at the floor. Chris Martin was filled with impatience.Β CHRIS: Okay, okay, exit the group huddle! Exit, exit, people! Back to your places. What happened to the team? Jonny, Guy - youβre both bloody useless.Β GUY AND JONNY: Sorry, Chris.Β CHRIS: You there. Drummer-type-person. Speak to me.Β WILL: Well, I feel a horrid and overwhelming sense of ennui, Chris. I wake up in cold sweats. I canβt eat. From the moment I wake up, everything turns grey, as if a terrible fog has descended. My life has become torn between spasms of all yellow, and long, steady periods of living existential gloom. Iβve been like this for months. I canβt play drums any more. I canβt read. I canβt make love to my wife. Every day I feel myself sinking deeper and deeper into a terrible abyss of - Β CHRIS: For fuckβs sake. Does anyone have any good news? Β The room fell quiet. Chris waved his hand in dismissal. Β JONNY: Arenβt you the main songwriter anymore, Chris?Β CHRIS: I cannot control my gift, Jonathan. It was sent to me from above, from something wiser and more blessed than our philosophies. When the inspiration comes, I blaze across the lyrical heavens. I cannot merely ask it to appear. It is too big, too strong a gift for a mere Englishman to control. But clearly thereβs nothing coming from the rest of you. I have no choice. I shall have to work alone. (sigh) Okay, okay. Clear some space on the floor here. Chop-chop! Give me room. Move over. Let us immerse ourselves in quiet. Β The band obeyed, moving themselves to the edges of the room, and as all fell quiet, Chris Martin sat in the centre, deeply embedded in a plush, leather armchair purchased by his Gwynny at John Lewis. He crossed his legs. He stared into the middle-distance. The band watched nervously. Minutes passed. Jonny sat quietly for a while, then he looked around, then he looked at Will and Guy.Β JONNY (WHISPERING): Whyβs he staring at a wall?Β Chris jumped up in fury, waving and flapping his hands about.Β CHRIS: Iβm searching deep within myself, you fucking peasant! My lyrics come from beyond the conscious world, from a pure, radiant source that only a few can tap. Itβs between me and IT. Not me, IT, and Jonny bloody Buckland. The inspiration was coming to me, bold, and clear, like a bright new, slightly-improved world, and I nearly had it. Β Jonny hung his head with embarrassment.Β JONNY: Sorry, Chris.Β GUY: Can you get it back, Chris, all that stuff you saw?Β CHRIS: Let me try, Guy.Β Chris Martin sat and stared at the wall. His eyes widened in anticipation. The band looked on anxiously. But after a minute, he closed his eyes in bitter disappointment. The band waited. They looked at him and they looked at each other. Suddenly, Chris Martin jumped up in fury and slapped several times the back and sides of the leather armchair.Β CHRIS: No. No, no, no. No, itβs not happening. The momentβs gone. My creative fount has failed to spurt, thanks to you. Are you happy now, Jonny? The world has lost a masterpiece. Β JONNY: Yeah, sorry, Chris.Β Chris slumped back into the armchair, fuming, folding his arms, glaring at an amplifier. They sat for a while.Β CHRIS: Fine. We have no inspiration. Letβs converse in the meantime. Let us know ourselves. Letβs understand our purpose and destiny. Then we shall return, our powers consolidated, with renewed vigour and greater insight. So, what have you all been listening to?Β JONNY: U2.Β WILL: U2, Chris.Β GUY: Well, Iβve been listening to quite a bit of Wagner lately. I picked some up on vinyl. And Iβve got Alban Bergβs Violin Concerto on my ipod. And some Webern. Good stuff. Itβs part of my growing interest in the Second Viennese School and early twentieth century European ClaβΒ His words met with a cold and imperious glance from Chris Martin.Β GUY: Iβve been listening to U2, Chris.Β Chris rose and walked around him.Β CHRIS: I should think so, Guy.Β They sat in silence, despondent, watching in silence as Chris paced the room in self-absorption. Their eyes met now and again, as they watched their leader anxiously. Chris looked at them all in turn, muttered in disdain, and then flounced to the mirror that lay across the length of one wall. Examining his lank frame, he sighed repeatedly.Β CHRIS: (sigh) I need something in my life. (sigh) Somethingβs missing. (sigh) Iβm not complete. Β He moved his hands about in front of the mirror, as if conjuring the image he had envisioned in his mind.Β CHRIS: I know. Perhaps I should get a little black boy!Β THE BAND: Eh?Β CHRIS: You know, like Auntie Madge has. Itβs all the rage these days! Sheβs got two of them now. She picks them up from Malawi. I could get one! You know? Just one little boy for little, old me. Itβd look dead charitable in the press and all. Charity and adoptions and stuff. I like all that. Hey, did you know that Bonoβs all chummy with the Pope? Well done to him, I say. Well done. But if he gets a sainthood, I bloody well want one as well.Β Chris swayed around the room in a waltz-time dance, and watched himself in the mirror, carrying an invisible Malawiian child in his arms.Β CHRIS: Ah, yes, I think Iβll give my Aunt Mads a call. Sheβs not the only material girl in town. Ah, just think. I could carry him around to all the parties in a little handbag. Or on a little leash. Iβll be the belle of the ball. He could even dance with me on stage! Wouldnβt that just be the cutest?Β WILL: Isnβt that a bit, you know, immoral, Chris?Β CHRIS: Oh, youβre such a bloke, Will. Learn to accessorize!Β Chris reached down to the coffee table, picked up a few B-grade fashion magazines and hurled them at Will. Will examined the pages, then placed them on a table.Β WILL: Well, just cosβ Madonna does itβ¦Β CHRIS: Madonnaβs fabulous. Iβll nothing about her from your mouth, Will Champion. So, shut it.Β WILL: (sigh) Fine.Β Will had assented, but he caught Jonnyβs eye.Β WILL: (whispering) I know what you mean, Jonny. Heβs losing it.Β Chris walked around Will behind the drumstand, pinching the top of his balding head and prodding him playfully on the shoulders.Β CHRIS: Why are you looking so sour about, anyway?Β WILL: Well, itβs because of my emotional crisis. You know, the one I mentioned earlier.Β CHRIS: Well, I know whatβs good for you, sweetheart. Come on, gang.Β Chris picked up a microphone. He stood directly in front of Will, cleared his throat and began to sing.Β CHRIS: When you try your best but you donβt succeed. When you get what you want but not what you need. When you feel so tired but you canβt sleep. Stuck in reverse.Β Jonny and Guy stood up and began to fill in the chords and bass. Chris came nearer and then began to circle Will, singing and stroking his arms and head with gentle caresses.Β CHRIS: And the tears come streaming down your face When you lose something you canβt replace. When you love someone but it goes to waste, Could it be worse?Β WILL: Oh, fuck off, will ya?Β The music ground to a halt. Will threw down his drumsticks, then his head in his hands. Guy and Jonny gasped in shock. Chris looked cross, but couldnβt hide his alarm.Β CHRIS: Okay, Will. Okay. Itβs okay. I understand your problem. Now, stop. Just stand over here, and listen. Look at me, sweetie. Come on. Stand up here and look at me.Β Will stood up and came near Chris, who put his hand on Willβs shoulder and stood directly in front of him. He looked him in the eyes, calm and serene. With a movement of his hand, he forbid Guy and Jonny to accompany him. Their instruments relaxed in their hands. Chris held Will with a firm grip. He held him for a moment silently, then he began, slowly and quietly uttering his verse in a voice that was neither speaking nor singing.Β CHRIS: Look up, I look up at night, Planets are moving at the speed of light. Climb up, up in the trees, Every chance that you get Is a chance you seize.Β Will released himself. He began to pack his things. He looked away from Chrisβs gaze. Picking up his drumsticks, he put them away, together with his lunchbox and flask, into his pink rucksack.Β CHRIS: Such arrogance, Will.Β WILL: Iβm not arrogant. Youβre just condescending to me with this nonsense. Just leave it out. Iβve followed you all this while, but no more. I put my faith in you once. But when you harp on like this, it makes me doubt your, and by extension, my own spiritual worth.Β CHRIS: Well, donβt leave us. Without a strong backbeat, how can we stand? We need your firm foundation. How can we condescend to our listeners without you? Now, look at Jonny, heβs starting to cry. Look at him, Will. Just look at him. Look into his damp and sorrowful eyes.Β WILL: Sorry, Jonny. I have to leave. Iβm leaving for good. I need stability. I need certainty. Iβve joined a church.Β CHRIS: Church? Since when do you go to church? I thought I was your spiritual guide, your mentor in all worldly and extra-worldly matters. I am a seer, Will. I help the world with my wisdom. My lyrics are profound. Hot, and smelly and profound. They give you all the emotional fulfillment and comfort you need. I have sold 50 million albums. Thatβs 50 million more than Jesus sold. What can he give you? Stay. Do not spurn my cure, for I alone am your church. Come to me, and I shall carry you. Climb my mount. Nuzzle your face in my burning bush. You have me. You have Coldplay. Since when did you need to run to the arms of another?Β WILL: Since I started having an emotional crisis. Youβre not helping. You canβt help me any more. In fact, I think youβre causing it. Look, Chris. Iβm an ordinary bloke. I play the drums. I look like a builder. I canβt be doing with all this. Iβm going. See ya.Β CHRIS: Sit down, William.Β Chris spoke sternly. It was an order.Β WILL: Leave it out. This is hard for me.Β CHRIS: Sit down. You cannot be trusted to roam free, where you might repeat these things. The outside world doesnβt know. The outside world doesnβt understand.Β Jonny arose, waving his arms around between them.Β JONNY: Chris, leave it out, will ya? Come on, leave it. Willβs alright. But, Chris, youβre not the same. Stuff has gone to your head, and now youβre taking it out on poor Will. Truly, you have lost your moral compass.Β CHRIS: Sit down, Jonny. Wipe your tears.Β JONNY: Yes, Chris.Β Jonny sat. Chris faced Will.Β CHRIS: This is your final warning. Put down your bag and join with us again. We are your true spiritual home. Learn your place.Β WILL: My spiritual home? My place? (Will shook his head in disbelief) Youβre delusional, Chris. Iβm sorry. Iβm going. See you, guys.Β As Will walked towards the door, Chris tied Willβs bass drum to a piece of unused guitar cable. Two toms were still cumbersomely attached above it. He began to swing it madly round his head.Β CHRIS: Feel my wrath, William.Β WILL: Feel your - ? Oh.Β Β Β Β Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pickle Posted July 1, 2009 Share Posted July 1, 2009 "CHRIS: I know. Perhaps I should get a little black boy!"Β OHMYGOD I LOVED IT!!!!!!!!!!!! :laugh3::laugh3: more please! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
coldplay_is_louve. Posted July 1, 2009 Share Posted July 1, 2009 the sorry death of will champion was wonderful!! :laugh4::clap:!!!Β Β well done!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ilovechrismartin09 Posted July 1, 2009 Share Posted July 1, 2009 heey guys im bk !! xxx Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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