My Coldplay Story

Talk

Soooo, I'm back! But there is one problem, I'm going to camp for 2 months and then to Maine for 1 week :( so I can't update too much, but stuff in this story will unfold soon....

Byebyebyebye, AspiringAuthor101

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Lyrics to Talk:

Oh brother I can't, I can't get through

I've been trying hard to reach you, cause I don't know what to do

Oh brother I can't believe it's true

I'm so scared about the future and I wanna talk to you

Oh I wanna talk to you

You can take a picture of something you see

In the future where will I be?

You can climb a ladder up to the sun

Or write a song nobody has sung

Or do something that's never been done

Are you lost or incomplete?

Do you feel like a puzzle, you can't find your missing piece?

Tell me how do you feel?

Well I feel like they're talking in a language I don't speak

And they're talking it to me

So you take a picture of something you see

In the future where will I be?

You can climb a ladder up to the sun

Or a write a song nobody has sung

Or do something that's never been done

Do something that's never been done

So you don't know were you're going, and you wanna talk

And you feel like you're going where you've been before

You tell anyone who'll listen but you feel ignored

Nothing's really making any sense at all

Let's talk, let's ta-a-alk

Let's talk, let's ta-a-alk

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-Iris's POV-

     I lay out a white and red checkered blanket on the sidewalk outside of Coldplay's house. I place a picnic basket on one of the white squares and place my purse on a red square. I await anxiously while checking my watch for the time.

I let out a silent groan, impatient that he is arriving late — except he doesn't know I have set this up for him.

    After the breaking news from Phil, I wasn't able to talk to Chris face to face. He's either been writing lyrics while sitting on the Strawberry Swing (occasionally on Violet Hill as well) or talking to Phil about concert plans. I think one normal conversation will relax him, and get me to say somethings I've been keeping inside.

The knob turns and Chris comes out with his usual "hobo clothes" and a purple hat over his ears. He probably borrowed it from Jonny. He makes eye contact with me, and is puzzled at the fact that I set up a picnic for him. I take out two glasses and fill it with some Chardonnay. He raises an eyebrow.

     "Care to join?" I chuckle.

     "I was just about to go do some songwriting, Iris. You know how important this is to me."