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God I feel like writing another one...this stuff is addictive!! Ok, it's official. I am gonna work on writing 'Coldplay: The Sequel' :lol:

Teehee, thanks Justin

Thanks Chavi (again!) I had one hell of a blast writting it. My friend, Bebe, helped me with the end.

A total of 8 pages in Word

:lol: The words to that poem contradict each other often but I think it is about someone who really has absolutely no idea what they want or need and are just speaking jibberish. Like "No! I don't want this! I want this...but I want this and well, no I don't really need that" etc. The words were made up on the spot, but the last line seems to carry the same theme as a lot of my poems, a need for something new

Thanks Chavi! Here's the rest of mine: *2 hours later* Will: There are 500pictures in my thread! Guy: Yeah, so, there are 1027 pictures in my thread. Will: At least I’m ‘appreciated’ Guy: At least they think I’m sexy!! Will: I’m more worried for Jon, that Angie sounds dangerous… Chris: Can you hear that? Faint stomping can be heard. It goes something like Stomp,…Stomp,…Stomp,…Stomp stomp Stomp,…Stomp,…Stomp,…Stomp stomp, Stomp,…Stomp,…Stomp,…) Jon: moose moose moose Guy: I can here it! Will: What with those ‘delicate ears’? Guy boyishly sticks his tongue out at Will Chris: OMG! I can really hear it and I can hear words? Guy runs to the door, puts his ear to it and listens. Guy: Give…give us…give us elle…give us elle pee…GIVE US LP4!!!! Chris: Oh no… Will: What? Chris: Oh no no no no no Will: WHAT!!??!! Chris: It’s the Coldplayers… Queue horror scene music Chris: We have to do something! Guy: To the helicopter!! Chris: No, bad idea. They probably have guns loaded with copies of Avril Lavgine’s latest album, if they fire, it’d just be too much. Will: Chris! Don’t be absurd! Since when did we have a helicopter!?! Chris: Hey! I gotta spend that 80% somehow… Will rolls his eyes and looks away. Will: There’s gotta be another way to get rid of them! Holy Muffins! It’s getting louder! For some unknown reason, Jon snapped out of his paranoia, possibly because Will said ‘Holy Muffins’…who says that anyway? Guy: What the heck? Where’d you get ‘Holy Muffins’? Will: Read it somewhere… Jon: I have an idea!! Guy: Oh brilliant! Guy tried his best to sound sarcastic…but Jon didn’t catch on and he was only stirred on even more to act out his plan. Jon: All we have to do is make as many copies of LP4 as we can and give it out to all the Coldplayers Chris: I would prefer if you called it ‘Viva la Vida or Death and All his friends” Will: Chris, we all know that’s a terrible name! Guy: Yeah Chris, it’s really shithouse. Jon: So is that the plan? Chris: What plan? Jon: The plan that’ll save our butts, Chris! Chris: Oh right, that plan! Guy: Ooo Ooo! Can we call it ‘Operation Save Guy and the three other dudes!!’ Will: *sigh* No Guy, what about ‘Operation Save Coldplay’ Guy: I like mine better!! Chris: Guys! Guy: There’s only one of me!! Chris: *sigh* Dudes! Cut it out, we have some burning to do!! Guy: Burn? Burn what? Will: *sigh* the CDs Guy: Wouldn’t that be a bit of a waste? Chris: *whispers to Will* distract him, Jon and I will start burning CDs Will: *whispers to Chris* Why am I always the distraction? Will turns to Guy Will: Hey Guy!! I hid the beer! If you can find it I’ll call the plan ‘Operation Save Guy and the other three other dudes’ Guy: YAY!! Guy runs off to find the beer, which wasn’t actually hidden, but Guy wouldn’t figure that out for another 3 hours. Chris: Back to burning CDs! Jon: Isn’t that a waste? Chris: *sigh* For the next 30 minutes or so, Chris and Jon quickly set about burning as many copies of LP4 as they can. The stomping becomes louder. Guy is still looking for the unhidden beer Will: Hurry! The stomping is getting louder! Faint stomping is now an audible roar Jon: How many copies we got Chris? Chris: 15!! Jon: How many of them are out there? Will: I’d say at least 30,000 Chris: Naaa, it’s more like 30,387. Jon: It’ll only take 15 of them to distribute this to the whole world! Chris: Using what? A photocopier? Guy briefly stops looking for his beer. Guy: You mean an LP-copier Chris: WTF? Jon: *sigh* The internet! Chris: Oh no! We are NOT pulling a Radiohead!! Jon: It’s the only way!! Will: Stop being so dramatic! Jon: I’m NOT BEING DRAMATIC Jon then bursts into tears, rather dramatically. Chris: How many copies now? Will: 16!! Chris: Shit! We’ll never make enough! That’s it, too the helicopter! Guy: But I haven’t found my beer! Will rolls his eyes and picks up the pack of beer from the desk Guy: Will! You Found them!! Yay! My idea worked! Will: What idea? Guy: The helicopter idea!! Will: Oh right… Jon: Quick, to the helicopter, now, which one of us can fly a helicopter? Chris: SHIT! That was Phil! Jon: Son of a bitch! Guy: Jooonnn, watch your language!! Guy waves his finger in a very 35-year-old 5th grade teacher style at Jon. Jon: F**k off Guy! Who gives a damn about language when 30,000 people are banging on your door! Will: Don’t exaggerate!! Chris runs over to the door and opens it a crack. 30,000 people, all carrying pitchforks and torches are standing outside the door, looking annoyed. Chris hurriedly shuts the door. Chris: I don’t think he’s exaggerating… Will: Who was there? Chris: Well, from what I’m going to guess, there was an American film student, she was at the front, an Australian high school student who used to be called Emma but changed her name, a multimedia student, a guy who, I’m just guessing, might be called Ian, other than that I have no idea who they were… Jon: Ok, we’ve got 30 copies, let’s go! Will: But none of us can fly a helicopter! Chris: We’ll be able to if we get drunk! You can do anything when you’re drunk… Will: Well none of us are drunk!! Will and Chris both look at Guy, who is just finishing off his 4th can of beer. They then look back at each other, with exactly the same idea in mind *10 minutes later* Will: Guy, can you fly this thing. Guy: (drunk voice) You talkin’ to mee?? You talkin’ to ME!?! Chris: I’d say that’s a yes. Jon: Fire it up Guy!! Guy starts the rotor blade on the helicopter and it lifts off into the sky. The Coldplayers all realize that the boys are trying to escape and they run outside and start firing copies of Avril Lavigne’s latest album at them. Will: Quick, throw them the copies of LP4! Chris: I’d prefer if you called it ‘Viva la Vida or death and all his friends’ Will: Shut up Chris, that’s the stupidest name on earth! Chris: (mocking voice) oh, stupidest name on earth… Jon: Shut up! Both of you! Will and Chris both stick their tongues out at Jon Will: They’re going away! Chris: Looks like someone managed to load it to the internet with their I-Phone…great! Now the whole world will be like “Oh you pulled a Radiohead. When wil Coldplay ever break out of their steotypes. Oh Coldplay, aren’t you sooo boring. X&Y sucked and now this! Oh we’re so damn sick of you ooooo—“ Jon and Will: Shut UP, Chris!! Guy: You talkin’ to me?!? YOU TALKIN” TO MEEEEE?? So the boys safely make their way out of England and fly to Zimbabwe, were they teach the musical instruments they play to kids at the local high school. All the Coldplayers go insane because their favourite band had abandon them and a majority become fans of ‘Cradle of Filth’, the rest (a.k.a. ME) become alternative country fans and walk around with knitted jewelry and bright pink converse shoes… END

Ahh, good idea... DISCLAIMER: All my writing is purely fictional. Any parralels with real life are a pure coincedence. If I offended you by mentioning your thread or a thread you participate in, I am sorry. Back to the story...that I still need to finish! Oh dear, I think I may be rivaling yours, Chelsea, mine's nearly 6 pages long in Word and I still have to wrte the climax and the ending :laugh3:

We all have twisted minds :laugh3: God, if the boys ever got their hands on this

Here's the first half of mine, second half should be up soon The year is 2008. The boys down at Coldplay HQ have been in exile for the last 2 years and the hiding has finally gotten to their heads. They all sit around in the studio, all unaware that a rebellion is taking action. Chris and Jon sit at a desk, staring blankly into space, lost in their own thoughts Chris: Hey Jon? Chris breaks the silence, startling Jon a little Jon: Ya-huh Chris: We should probably find Guy and Will, I haven’t seen them for a few days. Didn’t they say they were off to find Phil? Jon: Where’s Phil? Chris: Oh he ran off after the pressure of being Prospekt got to him, a damn good thing to, he was slow as with updating the site Jon (whispers under breath): At least his handwriting is readable… Chris: What? Jon: Oh nothing… Jon rolls his eyes away and the pair fall back into their mindless silence. Suddenly, Will and Guy burst in with a 6-pack of beer and Phil’s credit card. Guy: We found him!! Will: Well, I found him, Guy beat him up and stole his credit card, and then I had to follow Guy to the liqueur store because “He didn’t want any obsessed Coldplay fans mugging him” Will used a mocking voice Guy: There are obsessed fans ya know!! I mean, how could they resist? Will: SO your just assuming there aren’t any obsessed Will fans! Guy: Precisely, now fetch me my bottle opener Will: Those are cans of beer, you don’t need a bottle opener! Guy: I have very delicate fingers from playing years of bass guitar Guy was now being very pompous and Will was starting to turn red with frustration, but he still fetched the bottle opener Will: Well, here you go, your majesty! Chris and Jon had been completely oblivious the scene played out before them because they were still lost in their thoughts, probably thoughts about the fact that 2 years of exile might (just might) be getting to their heads Guy: Can you guys hear me?? Jon and Chris were alerted to action, but the sudden ‘awakening’ confused them a little. Jon: Wa? Ha? Wa? hahaha? Wahahahahaha? Chris: Wha-what were you talking about? Jon: Wahahahahaha- Chris: STOP IT JON!! What were you talking about? Will: We were talking about the fact that we found Phil Guy: You mean, that Ifound Phil Will: Shut up Guy. Guy stole his credit card Jon: WHAT?!? Guy: You guys seriously don’t know how rich he is!! We withdrew like $500!! Chris: Guy, that isn’t that much money. Guy: You’d know, all the money bands make goes the lead singer and all the instrumentalists have to pick up all the crumbs. Chris: Hey, 80% of all income isn’t everything ya know Will: Right back to the story, we stole Phil’s credit card and used it to buy beer Guy triumphantly holds up the 6-pack of beer, which is now a 5-pack because he has already drunk one. Jon: You bought beer, with Phil’s credit card!!! Chris: Score, mate! Chris stands up to high five Guy, who then turns around to high five Will, but Will turns around in annoyance. Guy: Aww, C’mon Will Will: No, Guy! We shouldn’t celebrate bashing someone up and then taking their credit card!! Guy: But it was Phil!! PHIL!!! Chris: What’s so great about bashing Phil? If it had been Timberland or Jay-Z, now that’d have been cool. Will: I thought you liked Jay-Z… Chris: Hell Nizzle! That son of a bizzle can go to hizzle for being sizzle a pimp-izzle, ya hizzlin’ me, ho-izzle? (Note, I tried my best to use ‘urban talk’ but I think I failed miserably) Jon: WTF? Will: I think all that hanging out with the ‘rapsters’ is getting to his head. Guy: Maybe it’s the 2 years of exile. Jon :WTF? Will: I think Jon is the most affected. Guy and Will both look at Jon, who is now dancing around the room singing Jonny Cash’s ‘Burning Ring of Fire’. Jon runs into a floor lamp and proceeds to giggle uncontrollably before diving under a desk and curling up into a ball, rocking back to forth and whispering the words “moose, moose, moose” Guy: Yeah, I think it might (just might) be getting to him. Chris: Hey guys, check this out. The ‘Coldplay’ page from Coldplaying.com is visible. Chris is logged on as ‘moosemoose’ Chris: Look at the title of this thread; ‘Tracklist Revealed’ Something catches Will’s eye, it’s a thread titled ‘~*~The Official Will Champion Appreciation Thread~*~ Will: See, Guy! There is a thread for me on Coldplaying.com! There are obsessed fans! I don’t see your thread! Guy: Scroll down Chris… Chris scrolls down the page Guy: SEE!! Look at the title of that thread! The two other boys look at the title that Guy is so hyper-actively pointing at.Jon is still under the desk, rocking back and forth whispering ‘moose moose moose’ Chris: Post pictures of the sexy Mr. Berryman? Guy: Exactly…OMFG?!?! WTF is THAT!!!! Guy points at the screen. A thread titled ‘Angie challenged Buckland to a sex match’ Chris: OMFG!! Jon you HAVE to see this…JON! Chris kicks Jon, who is still under to table, rocking back and forth etc etc… Jon: Huh?! Wha! OW! Jon quickly sits up, banging his head on the desk, which seems to snap him out of his paranoia. Jon: What are we looking at? Jon’s eye suddenly catches the title of the thread everybody was looking at. He collapses back into his paranoid state. Will: So much for that.

Here's my list: 1.Muse 2.Coldplay 3.Radiohead 4.The View 5.OKGO 6.Angus & Julia Stone 7.Butterfly Boucher 8.Operator Please 9.Wolfmother 10.The Rifles 11.Evermore 12.As tall as lions 13.Motion City Sound Track 14.Kasey Chambers 15.Belinda Emmet

Ooo, I was gonna write one but it'll be absolutely nothing compared to yours, Chelsea and Semy. I'll have a crack at it and it should be up before the end of this week

I think that picture has a better spot in the Matthew Bellamy thread. I don't know if you guys know this but on page 5 of the booklet for BHAR, that picture of the weird antennas is an actual picture of HAARP antenas

Member of Coldplay!! I wish....

^Love it :D It's so, unique and thought conveying!! Map of Your Head I don't want directions I want an "OK, go!" I don't want a map I want a "Take it slow" I don't want a standing ovation I want a round of applause I don't want my 'reason' I want my cause I don't need a mirror I need a kind word or two I don't need treasured memories I need something fresh and new Ok, I know the title is the same as an already existing song but the song is where I drew inspiration for this poem. Also realised that 'reason' and 'cause' are the same :P

How funny would it be if the boys were actually like that :laugh3: It's good to give people some kink :lol:

My friend did that once and I just hit her back with "Yeah like, What the fuck??" and it shut her up for a bit :laugh3:

hahaha hahaha hahahahahaha hahaha hahah hahah hahaha hahaha hahaha hahaha hahaha hahaha hahaha hahaha hahaha :dozey: moose.

Best bits ever. OMG Semy! Who knew you could be so outragously hilarious!!

My brother says 'init?' after EVERY question sentence and it just makes me want to go "YES IT IS!! SAY ISN"T IT NOT INIT!!!!" Rage is hard work...

10:26pm Singing...

hahaha...MAKE IT STOP!!!

:lol:I went to a Culture Festival today with my parents and they had these stalls with the most AMAZING instuments and one was this beautiful xylophone thing and I tried my best to tap out 'Clocks' and etc but I really struggled :laugh3:

I'm going for the 11th of April because A) It's a Friday and B) I'll be on a plane when they post it...I'm not sure if thats a good thing

hahaha hahaha hahaha hahaha hahaha hahah hahaha hahaha hahaha Oh dear, I think I have Rudy disease...

I told my friend about the coldplay pencils that are on the site and she told me I was tooo obsessed with them :P My brother has a coldplay shirt that he wears from time to time...I need to get one with the new album and such Lately, I've been thinking about what tunes would say if they were conversations becasue my piano teacher is teaching me about phrases in music and how they 'speak to each other' and I could help but wonder what the main riff for 'talk' would be Random I know, but its late :tongue: