A series of fortunate Mistakes â or how I met Will and Jon
Monday and Tuesday, 11th and 12th Nov 2019
It all started yesterday evening with the premiere of Rip Up the Road, the new film about Foals. At six in the evening, I crammed myself into a crowded Overground to the Rio Cinema. Outside the venue, a long queue had already formed, and I buried my hopes of getting a good seat. But good and bad luck seems to come in pairs, so actually I met some nice folks from Kent, Sophie and her father, and found a good place in the second row â upstairs on the balcony.
Once I got my place, things went downhill. I was sad and felt guilty for missing out on my lectures at uni for this event. Suddenly, nothing seemed worth it anymore, and I felt like crying or leaving. I even started snapping at N. Why am I telling all of this? What does it have to do with meeting Will and Jon, holy shit, girl! Get to the point.
The point is, that while queuing N had sent me pictures of Chris being spotted at Air studios that day. I was quite sarcastic about it â great, so when Iâm in Manchester or at a movie premiere, the whole band is in London. But as the film started, my bad mood transformed to something more hopeful. Music and live shows really have something magical about them. Yannis was telling about how important it was for him to see his music meant something to the fans. I remembered Chris was in London, and suddenly I had the feeling that I would get up early in the morning and go looking for him. I had a flashback to some really difficult times in my life, about three years ago, when he and Coldplayâs music were the one thing I could hold on to. And somewhere inside me, I had that feeling that if I go tomorrow and search, I would find him. Crazy, isnât it?
Eventually the film ended and there was a short Q&A with the band. It was funny, but it only lasted a few minutes, and they were far away. Then it was already over and I was on my way back. I told N how important her support is for me and thanked her for encouraging me to go places and experience wonderful things. But once at home, I already felt down, sad and alone again. So I set my alarm, and went to sleep.
This morning, I woke up shortly after seven, before the alarm and struggled to open the curtains, have breakfast or even get out of bed at all. I told N that it doesnât make any sense going anywhere â and anyways â what was I expecting to happen? So I spent the morning procrastinating, eating too many raisins and cereal and watching a forty-minute painting restauration video (little did I know how grateful I would be for that later). Eventually, I finally managed to get myself to dress up and leave the house, carefully packing my camera, a CD and a pen into my handbag.
I had little hope â even if the band was there, it was almost 10am and they would certainly have started rehearsing by then, I thought. Nevertheless, I took the southbound Piccadilly and Victoria lines. At Highbury and Islington, I was torn between taking the Overground, like I usually do, or going to Kingâs Cross to change to the Northern line, that would take me closer to Air studios. The train stood waiting with open doors for quite a while, but something told me to just keep my seat. I cursed myself soon after, because I managed to lose additional time getting lost in Kingâs Cross, but later I would thank heavens for it.
Finally, I got out of the station and started walking down the street. Some sort of sixth sense told me to check my camera settings. I remember putting on my gloves and thinking, you wonât know what to do with them if you meet anyone.
At 10:33am I wrote to N, âDefinitely found Air studios, have walked past often.â
âWas it open or sth?â
âLook like a fucking church. Yeah, there are definitely people. But who, fuck knows.â
âReally fuck knows who is there.â
âWonât linger there, but go towards Bakery/Beehive. See you soonâ, I said, two minutes later.
And then I saw a grey limousine enter the driveway at the studios. I thought, if you donât go and check whoâs in that limousine, youâre a goddamn idiot. And so I turned, and walked back.
Holy shit. Itâs Will.
There he was, getting out of the car and walking towards the entrance. I couldnât believe my eyes. But my feet were already moving and crossing the street, stopping at the gate.
âWill?â
He turned around, a quizzical expression on his face.
âExcuse me, do you have a minute?â
âYeah sure!â
I always thought Iâd make a really bad fan while meeting the band, and I got to say that I probably confused Will quite a lot because no useful combination of words would come out of my mouth. He just stood there right in front of me, looking at me with big eyes and expecting me to tell him at least something, while I was just like, âOh gosh, I donât know what to say⊠Iâm so happy to meet you.â And really behaving like the most stupid idiot.
Eventually he was like, âSo do you want to take a photo or something?â, probably to help me out of my weird situation of wanting to say something and not being able to.
âYes, that would be great. I- I just donât have a great phone, I have a camera instead.â
âThatâs fine.â
I pulled out my camera, thanked the heavens that it was already set up and apologised for my shaking hands.
I took a photo and said something like, âlet me just check if it took one.â I checked and it had taken one, so I said thank you to him.
Unfortunately there is a mess inside my head about what happened how and when, but he surely asked me, âWhatâs your name?â
âIâm Jana.â
He stretched out his hand. âNice to meet you, Jana. Where are you from?âÂ
âIâm originally from Germany, but right now Iâm living in Wood Green.â
âOh, nice! What are you doing, are you studying?â
âYes.â
âWhat are you studying?â
âI am studying Digital Media.â
âOh thatâs very nice.â
I guess we wished each other a nice day and I thanked him once again and then he disappeared into the studio.
Oh my gosh, what had just happened? Is this real, I thought. Still trembling and in shock, I stepped onto the sidewalk and turned to the right, to go back. And there, just in front of me, Jon came round the corner. I just froze on the spot and stared at him like an idiot. That was not real, that canât be happening right now.
âOh my god. Jonâ, I managed to say.
He looked at me, smiling, âHello.â
Aha, hello to you as well, Iâm dead.
Unfortunately, here my memory got really messed up, because that is just too much shock in two minutes. I remember thinking, âOh god, itâs him, itâs him. He looks so soft, oh god, itâs Jon.â And he was not as tall as he had looked like onstage, actually. I must have stuttered something like, âOh my god, Jonâ a few more times, covering my mouth because I was so shocked. He was just standing right next to me all soft and kind and listening to that nonsense. âJon, Iâm so glad to meet you, Iâve been looking for you for so many weeks and you were not there.â
âOh, really?â His voice was just so kind and he was so calm and patient with me.
I attempted to express that he is my biggest hero, but unfortunately, I suddenly forgot 90 percent of my English vocabulary. But I think, he understood anyway. âCan I take a picture?â
âYes, sure.â
I told him the same as I told Will, about the camera, and apologised for shaking. In that state of shock, I thankfully still had the presence of mind to actually ask him if I could hug him for the photo, and he agreed. I checked if the photo got taken and thanked him. Then he already wanted to go but I stopped him and asked if he could sign an album for a friend.
âI have a friend, her name is Nicole, and sheâs from Ukraine. Sheâs your biggest fan and it would mean the world to her.â
âYeah, sure I can.â
I gave him the CD and he looked a little lost, probably because he didnât have anything to write with, but I said, âOh, I also have a pen.â
âThatâs great, thanks.â
He struggled a little with the shitty golden pen that did not want to write at first, but then he asked me if he spelled Nâs name correctly, and he did!
While he was signing, I tried to use my limited mental capacity to ask him if they were ârehearsing for the- [insert album release show in Jordan] the⊠tour- the thing?â (great word choice, amazing).
âYeah, yeah, we are.â
I thanked him, and awkwardly kept the CD in my hand, not wanting to smudge his writing by putting it in my bag. Again, he was about to go â but how could I let him without asking one more thing?â
âMay I hug you, Jon?â
He allowed me to hug him and what can I say? He was so warm and soft⊠Jon is really the most kind and gentle person and it has been my biggest dream to meet him for a very long time. I just kept hugging him for a little bit longer, then I finally let him go and said goodbye.
At 10:39am I wrote, ân call me now. now. rn. call me. rn.â In only four minutes, all of this had somehow happened to me. I was in shock, and barely typing or walking, because my hands and knees were shaking. The next hour or so I spent wandering through Hampstead Heath, talking into my phone like a fucking mad person, and explaining something about âomg he is so softâ to the trees in the forest, any passers-by and N who was almost as excited as me about the news and wanted me to tell all possible details.
In the end, I finally calmed down enough to actually buy some bread and other food at the local supermarket and get the tube home, still smiling happily. Perhaps, I could have met Chris or Guy if I had waited longer, but honestly, this does not make me sad or feel like I missed out on something. Today, I am the happiest unable-to-speak person on earth. Only later I realised how all of these misfortunes, delays and little details led to me being at the right spot at the right time, and I feel so blessed. Somehow, whenever Coldplay is involved in something, they always bring some magic with them. And I feel so happy that they shared a bit of their magic with me today.