Dearest Dana, please walk me through your dream date with Chris Martin.
oh h*ck
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first he'd swing by my london apartment and we'd bike to someplace we could eat outside downtown, then we'd walk around like tourists and do some peoplewatching, maybe (poorly) sketch each other, then head over to his gig that night, hang out with the band in the dressing rooms beforehand, i'd watch the show from the wings and he'd make fleeting eye contact with me during Shiver (we would have established a while ago that it should be played live more often), then after the show it's the afterparty and we'd take some form of public transportation back to where we left our bikes, we'd go to wherever Gwyneth is staying these days, TP her house, then commit some sort of moderate crime that would bind us in whimsical secrecy for all eternity <3
