This is my third attempt at writing a complete fan-fiction story (with the first two attempts being a Pokemon and F-Zero fan-fiction about three years ago). Hopefully this time will be the charm that I finally finish a fan-fiction story. I've felt the need for more practice with my writing anyway, so why not practice with a fan-fiction? As always, I'm open to suggestions, feedback and constructive criticism.
Vol. 17
Shenanigans: Apparently It’s a Coldplay Fan-Fiction
By Anthony Romero
17-1: “This Is Just the Beginning to a Long, Boring Tale About How Rezzy Ended Up Meeting Coldplay by Accident (Get ‘Comfortable’)”
It all started with a joke—and need I say that it all ended on a joke as well. It was such a shame, if you ask me. It was fun knowing and getting a real kick out of Tim. Timothy Alford Desmond. It was fun from the first day I met him. It was also the same day I met Mary, Mylo and Steven, but that’s for a different story I’ll tell later. I’m just simply here to tell you how shit really went down, the shenanigans I mean.
It was around 9 a.m. and I had just finished my usual morning routine of eating a brunch that I’d describe to you, but I’m not here to make you hungry. I’m here to tell you how shit really went down. I’d laze around, jamming to my 180-gram Radiohead records on the record player that was built-in with my high-tech and super-expensive surround system in my flamboyantly-decorated room. I was sitting at my desk that was situated right next to my bed, listening to my Kid A record as I was writing a “bucket list”—an ambitious list that would consist of things I know I’ll never accomplish:
• Meet president (dead, alive, in office or simply just a former president)
• Meet Radiohead (Thom Yorke, to be specific)
• Meet my b(i/e)tter half
• Make arrangements on my wall for the abundant amounts of Radiohead posters I’ll be receiving in the mail in about a week or so (A good $124.53 spent if you ask me)
• Go on a re—
That was when Tim called me on my cell, derailing my train that was running full steam ahead of the absurd goals I was thinking of. I reluctantly removed the needle from the record and answered Tim’s call.
“What the hell do you want? I’m in the middle of doing something important,” I said, slightly irritated.
“I’m sorry for interrupting you, Rezzy, but I need to ask you something,” Tim said.
“Ask.”
“Well, it was two months ago that I bought two tickets for the Coldplay concert tonight.”
“Okay?”
“And I know I’ll be going, of course, but I’ve been struggling to find a person to go with. I don’t want to waste this ticket, you know?”
“Yeah, I know. Does that answer your question?”
“No, that wasn’t a question. Do you want to go with me to the Coldplay concert? That’s the question.”
That wasn’t a question; that was a joke. I started laughing like a hyena would. I don’t even like Coldplay at all. I actually loathe Coldplay. The singer whines a lot and they’re a band that only girls would listen to. And to think Tim would ask me to go with him to a Coldplay concert tonight?!
I picked up the phone, trying to regain the composure that I had before Tim gave me the punch line, sniffling and wiping tears from my face from all of that laughter.
“Of all the people you could possibly ask, I ended up being the ‘lucky’ one,” I said.
“Well, yeah… I asked my parents and they don’t want to go; they don’t like Coldplay. My mom’s too busy listening to her R&B records while my dad is on his Black Sabbath binge for, like, the billionth time. I couldn’t ask Mylo ‘because he’s studying in New York. I thought Mary would go with me for sure, but she has night classes tonight. Then I thought ‘Why not ask Rezzy?’” Tim said.
“Count me out.”
“Come on, Rezzy. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease? I don’t want to stand outside of the venue trying to sell an extra ticket.”
“From the looks of it, you might just have to resort to that.”
“If I do try to sell it, will you come with me?
“What’s in it for me?”
“I’ll let you keep the money if someone buys it.”
“If not?”
“You’ll suffer with me.”
Then I thought about it… and thought about it... then thought about it some more. As much as I’m not a fan of Coldplay, that ticket doesn’t deserve to be wasted.
“Deal, although I’d rather hitchhike my way home than to sit through a concert filled with screaming girls.”
Continues with 17-2 here...