I looked around and found Chris Martin sitting on the pavement. My eyes grew. No way!
Chris got up and walked over the road, and started singing. We moved with him but didn’t use our limbs. It was like an invisible force dragged us to wherever he went.
A giggle escaped my lips.What is this?
“This is how you feel?”
“A part of me.” I kept looking around.
“It’s a bit of a chew-your-wrist type of song.”
I suppressed my laughter and shook my head.
The scene changed again, and big industrial buildings surrounded us, still following Chris. This was amazing. We flashed back to the tunnel. It was kind of messing with my balance, but the experience was freaking awesome.
The scenes kept changing, and I could tell it frustrated Lucian.
“All this guy does in this video is walk?”
I laughed. “Just listen to the words.”
Lucian closed his eyes as I kept looking around me. The chorus played and Chris was running when the instrumental part played. I closed my eyes as there were flashes of different scenes, even though my feet were planted on the ground.
We both opened our eyes, and we stood on the stage, surrounded by his band players and their instruments. The ocean of people in front of us made my heart pound.
“Wicked.” Lucian looked around.
“A peek into a normal concert from the other side.”
“This guy famous?”
“Very.” The instrumental still played. Chris jumped on the stage and doing his thing as we just looked at everything. It felt so real, like I was here.
Thousands of people in the crowd jumped, showing their phone lights, and enjoying Chris’s performance.
“So many people like this song?”
“Yeah, I’m not weird.”
He chuckled.
Chris took a seat behind the piano and sang the chorus. Music really has a different meaning this side by taking your mind away from reality.
I danced in one spot with my arms in the air. This was awesome.
I sang the chorus. Not well, but I was in tune.
Dad’s laughter entered the room, and I found him standing a few steps away from us, grinning as he looked around.
The two of us sang with the crowd the last part of the song, and Lucian just stared at us with a slight grin.
My father applauded as the crowd cheered. And when the song ended, the room came back, and reality dawned on me like a twenty-pound dumbbell.
“Okay, sad you feel like this but it’s not an awful song.”
“I missed home,” Dad said.
“I bet,” Lucian replied as I told him about another favorite of mine. Pink.
