So, here’s the thing: I love Coldplay. I really do. I have said more than twice in the past that should they play in the Philippines, I’ll donate blood to earn money and buy a ticket. Maybe even sell a kidney. Because I know they’re phenomenal. I have seen their Glasgow performances. I have seen people cry at their shows. I want to f*cking cry at their show.
You know when they decided to play in Manila? Right when I moved to New Jersey. YUUUUUUP. Imagine how much that hurts. You’ve waited all your life… and just when you thought you came close, Coldplay flies to Manila and played on the year you weren’t there. It was such a tragedy.
Until it wasn’t. One night, the Husband and I found ourselves seated at the middle of the second riser of a gigantic stadium, being serenaded by Izzy Bizu and Alunageorge, waiting for that opening explosion that is Coldplay.
The Husband isn’t even as big of a fan as I am, yet when the music started and the lights went up and the people rose, his jaw just dropped open and pretty much stayed that way for the next couple of hours. It was insane.
I have underestimated the people’s love for heart-wrenching, speak-of-the-truth, spirit-uplifting, life-motivating type of music. Chris Martin called for the people to put their phones down and just dance, and we all did, and it was a marvelous sight.
I purposely bought a camera for this show. Still, I ended up not taking that many photos or videos even! I was just in awe. This is it, my music idols, the men who are true epitomes of musical artistry just going wild with the crowd as if they haven’t endured an intercontinental flight a couple of nights ago.
Like the true class acts they are, they paid tribute to the late Chester Bennington and gave a soulful rendition of Crawling. At first, I didn’t recognize the song, but the Husband — a fan of Linkin Park — knew right off the bat that it was the first Linkin Park song he listened to and fell in love with.
This is one of those experiences that have truly humbled me. The past couple of years have been testaments to how good life can be, and to be frank, most of the time, I feel undeserving of all of these. But when the lights would change, good music would fill my ears, and I hold the hand of the love of my life, I knew there is no other imaginable possibility but this.
In a crowd of 50,000, I have never felt more visible. And for the first time ever, I am seeing all this for real and not just in a dream.