My friend met Muse, or: That cute little thing called fate.
My friend Maartje happened to be in London yesterday for work, with a whole day off. When we found out that Muse was actually there at Air Studios she went straight off to the building for a whole day of camping. And boy, did she get lucky... Below is her amazing story of how she met ALL the boys, and at the end how she managed to get Monsieur Bell-ami to talk to ME on the phone. I am still on cloud fucking nine and I will remain so forever.
Everything below (except the bold comment by me) is written by Maartje! These are all her pictures as well. :)
Air Studios
Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Ok, had some time to rethink everything and write stuff down.
And sjees. I hope I can type so fast :P as long as the pics arrive of course...
Just a quick explanation for the pics: the grey car is Chris's Xavje: Uploaded Chris' car now, without his (original) license plate. :), the bike is Matt's :P (the one in the middle)
Xavje: Bless him, such a green heart. <3
Autographs:
1 on the top starting with M is Matt, next to him is Tom's (with the many o's) Under Matt is Chris and the one with the big O thingy is Dom!
The story, in short/long lol.
I was standing there, waiting, when I turn my head to the right.
There's a man.
He looks like Tom.
It is Tom.
I freak out. That is Tom, paying his cab.
I pick up my stuff. Can I just....
I start running over. I don't have anything Musey but I rush at him with the biggest smile and he grins.
"Hi there. What's your name?" He says. WHAT A PUPPY. My day is just MADE. He looks old, there's some grey in his hair, his eyes though.... fuck. Gorgeous.
"Maartje." ...yeah I know, wickedest name ever.
Tom "Where you from?"
"Netherlands."
"Is the rest here already?"
"REST? NO. DIDNT SEE THEM." fuckfuckfuck
"Oh great. I'm late but I'm the first, that's good. They'll be here soon though."
"I'm nervous."
"They should be here soon."
"I'm shaking. But they will be here then?"
"Yeah."
"Cause I heard things... rumours...."
"WHAT rumours?!" (he really seemed surprised)
"Oh there's a thing in Manchester.... *blank face* ...a charity?"
"...I wasn't invited..."
"Oh ok well maybe they're not there then I dunno..."
Somehow we moved onto the next subject...
Tom: "Everybody suddenly seems to know this place...."
"Yeah... eeuh..... news travels fast."
"We had some girls from Italy."
"Yeah I was here yesterday but I thought you were all in America still."
"Yeah we just came over."
"You must have SUCH a jetlag!!!"
"Yes! Terrible!"
"Did you bring your dogs?"
"No I wasn't allowed..."
"Oh you'll miss em!!" (I totally didn't ask why he wasn't allowed, his gf?? Cause of the flight? I dunno)
I had a USB sticky with some pictures from Reading/football
*giving sticky* Me "Some pics from Reading and the football... Maybe Chris..."
"Ohh yeah I'll give them to Chris..."
"There's some of Reading too... The visuals..."
"Oh yeah Reading was nice."
"ITWASFUCKINGAWESOME. The visuals were amazing...."
"Were you at the front?"
"Nooo we were all hanging at the sound booth thingy, just hanging... We met Mark, who was wearing shorts. My friend, the blonde you met in Russia??"
"What's her name?"
"Marissa."
"Hm." Xavje: Left an impression, I did! :P
"Well she was looking for you but you weren't there..."
About USB stick: "You want this back?"
"NO that's fine, keep it!!" lol
Tom "Where from the Netherlands?"
"The middley... Utrecht?"
"Oh yeah I know Utrecht."
"REALLY?OMGCOOL"
I had stroopwafels.
Tom "Oh cookies."
"Yeah erh cookies... a bit... traditional.." blabla
"They will go well with the tea."
LOL so random, I wasn't thinking at all at this part.... tea! Jeees! :P
I bought a copy of OOS at a store in the morning (later I told mum, started with "So I bought OOS in a store...." mum: "Don't you have that already...." loooool no mum, I don't have like 3 copies of this already, I just bought my first OOS album...)
Me "I just bought this, I didn't have anything else to get signed..." *giving him the CD*
"You want ME to sign this?" (he was really surprised)
"Yes please!!"
And then we went on a piccie which I did with stretched arm so it was all shakey.
Xavje: Don't you agree they have such a perfect smile together?
Ok, we said bye, I said something like good luck in the studio, and there he went! I quickly took a last pic... and he went in.
Xavje: DAT ASS. Oh and by the way, Maartje admitted to fully understanding my Tom-obsession, now, and has fallen in love with the Kirk as well. :D
Another HOUR later (they'll be here in a second)
Massive wicked awesome expensive car rolls up. Silver. Sporty. 1 guy in it. Me: who the fuck is in there? No way the boys are driving, no way they own something like that.... whatever. I look anyway. He gets in through the gate and just parks smack bam in the middle.
A man comes out.
I see a moustache.
THE moustache.
There's no one in the world with the same moustache.
I'm across the street, he starts walking away. CHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS
He waves. I try to cross the street. Cars EVERYWHERE. I finally cross. He's already on his way in.
CHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS.
He turns. "I really need a toilet, I'll come back."
I grin and wait. The gate starts to close and I just hop inside, not willing to be parted AT ALL. The French girl suddenly pops up, all shy. I say "you here for Muse??"
"Yeah...."
"HOP IN."
"Can we...????"
"Well duh, just do it..."
We stand there grinning and quickly exchanging some info, she's French and shy, was at RAH as well, been a fan just as long as me and just loves them to bits. But SHY. Damn.
I look over to the building and in front of the frontdoor is a small bit with a table and chair, almost like a proper restaurant, surrounded by green. And Tom is sitting there, reading a newspaper.... It's the most romantic thing ever.
The gate won't close cause we're blocking it.... TOM comes over to tell us. "You really have to stand outside, they can't close the gate..."
"Yeah but..." I look over his shoulder and Chris comes walking over... I just stare and go out the gate. He casually walks up to us, leathery and sweeeet. Fucking hell, Chris is looking amazing... Those big brown eyes! That grin. He stares at us like, go on, say something.
"YOUR MOUSTACHE IS AWESOME"
He grins and strokes two fingers over his 'stache.
There's this awkward moment after he steps out of the gate and stands in front of us. A big awkward silence. SAY SOMETHING QUICK. I can't think of anything, or maybe all things come at once but I just go for the obvious.
"CAN I JUST HUG YOU PLEASE?!" He laughs softly and goes all "yeah go on" I run in with both my arms spread and lean in. He puts one arm around me and squeezes. I still feel that squeeze. It was soooo tight and strong, fuck.
I get out the OOS bookie. "Please...?" He quickly signs it.
Next up is photos.
Tom takes the camera (HE HELD MY CAMERA) and snaps. Twice.
Xavje: I DARE you not to laugh at Chris': "My underwear is stuck in my ass"-expression
"Oh Chris you got your eyes closed."
And takes another one.
"Oh still."
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Chris: "WHAT?"
Me: "Stop blinking!!" (I know, rude, I don't think he heard me though, phew)
LOL
And a 4rd picture XD I'm freaking out, Tom I LOVE YOU <3
Xavje: Can I just point out that this leather jacket looks absolutely stunning on this man?
Ok, the French girl goes as well (she didn't bring anything so I just go all, just go already, I'll take pics with my cam)
We're all done (so much more I wanted to say but yeah) and he goes back in.
Right, 2 more.....
Another HOUR later (if Tom was late, and Chris was 2 hours late....)
I've been talking non stop with the French girl who was really sweet. Suddenly she looks over my shoulder down the street. "Look who's there." I glance over my shoulder. It takes 1 look. That's definitely Dom.
That's Dom.
I turn back to the girl and exchange an OMGWTF look.
I turn again and grin. Dom comes closer. His walk <3
He sees us. And he has this casual trademark gloomy smile with his lips still closed and looking kinda sleepy......
Typical leather. He looks amazing but so so so tired and old... really... his eyes are kinda red. I guess it's the jetlag/party whatever.
The French girl really wants to tell the boys to come back to France. So she goes on about France.
Dom sorta stands next to me as I get out the camera. Picture time. He smiles and stays next to me as the French girl is getting ready and I point the camera at her. Dom stays next to me. Dom wakes up. "How are we doing this? Oh sorry..." He walks over to her and poses.... She carefully wraps her arm around him and even asks if that's ok, yeah fine...
Xavje: I'd love to post this pic as Dom looks just perfectly SHAGGABLE in it, but as we don't know if that girl would approve of it, I won't. Sorry :D
I do my pic. He's about my height but a bit smaller.... Doesn't give me much hope for Matt... And wrap my arm around him. (SQWEEE)
Xavje: Eyes. Hair. Eyes. Leather jacket. Hair. SHAGGABLE again.
I hand him the OOS book. "Oh Tom signed it." He says. "Yeah and Chris." I say. "So Matt isn't here yet?? I'm not the last!" He really seems relieved about that.
Times up already and he's all "I have to hurry" blabla, so I go all "good luck in the studio!!!" (Did the same for Tom and Chris)
2 down, 1 to go.
Yeah. The girl and I are just freaking out. Matt. Is. Next.
The girl gets her necklace out, it's that guitar pick in leather and metal, the official. She thinks she can get the leather signed.... Like an imprint or something....
So again she sees him first and I turn. There's Matt. On a bike. Biking at us. Smiling.
He's cute.
Holding that phone with the UK flag.
As soon as he's in hearing shot, I just blur out. "YOU'RE LATE. Everybody is already here." He seems kinda pissed about that.......
"WHERE ARE YOU FROM?" It comes out all rehearsed and fast but it's so sweet. Netherlands & France. The French girl goes on about they need to come back there. "We will." He grins. Is a pic ok??
"Sure, if you don't mind the bike on it."
..............no...... that's really not a problem...............
Xavje: Again, no picture with the French girl. ^.^
The French girl walks all the way around it and there goes 1. I'm next and stand there, noticing how bloody small he is. I try not to bend for the pic.
He's just... he's a tiny guy. He's very much between that overly confident rockstar and the shy Matt, he's like..... NORMAL. (OMG)
His eyes.... blue <3
So I pass him the OOS bookie and he just quickly scribbles on it and goes on making excuses, he really has to go. We wish him good luck in the studio and he's gone. The French girl asks if she can see the photo but I think, he's parking his bike but.... did he go in yet???
I try to see and call Maris in the mean time, telling her to hang on, etc...
When I see him walking, on the phone... He's done and quickly makes his way over to the studio. He smiles at me, holding up that phone...
In the sweetest voice I go "Could you please...... do ONE more thing for me????" And he comes over.
"Could you just please say hi to my friend???"
And he takes my phone. You've seen the rest.... He really quickly says hi, then pulls a face as if there's screaming on the other end. Xavje: I was most definitely not screaming! All I said was "Hiiiiiiii" in a really normal (but probably slightly creepy) voice!) I laugh. I realize I need to film this and press the record button so hard, my fingers hurt....
Click to viewXavje: I love Maartje so much right now. As I said before; not only did she think of me while MATT was in front of her, but she also asked him to say hi to me AND filmed it! Abso-fucking-lutely insane. Love you so much!
It went by so quick, and all I could do was sit on my chair, at work, and go "guuuuuhhhhhh".
As soon as he passed the phone back to Maartje and I heard it was her again we just started screaming at each other :D
I tried to ask him how the recording was going, or how he's been, but as you see, I got my own personal Bellamy-ramble right there. That lovely, slightly coarse, slightly giggly, slightly awkward but SO SO polite and heavenly voice, right in my ear. It's indescribable!
He hands back my phone and it shoots through my mind, I haven't touched him yet... and at that moment, he slips me back the phone... and our fingers sorta mingle... his on the phone, mine over them, his slipping away from underneath.... and that image of those fingers all over the phone is stuck in my mind forever..........
Sooooo yeah, he goes in.... and the French girl looks like she's gonna burst into tears, just standing there, closing her eyes and dying a little.
We're all "omg we just met them... all of them.... I have no more meaning in my life...." LOL and we walk back to the tube and hug goodbye. After exchanging mail etc. It was her last day in London so really last chance for her....
And I went to eat at a pub called George where they played UNDISCLOSED DESIRES suddenly, fuuuuucking hell, what a perfect PERFECT day....
And that's all!!!! 4 mins left, I'm so on time....
Love you all xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
And one day it's your turn :) muwhahahahahahah!!!!!
Xavje: That's it! Hope you enjoyed her story! Leave a message here and I'll make sure to pass it on to her as she's still in the UK now without any internet.