He sighed before walking in the room. Time seemed to stop as everyone's attentions turned to that of the gentleman who has just walked in- Chris Martin of Coldplay. After the initial shock of a superstar in their midsts, everyone started rushing around ready to tend to Mr Martin's every whim. Chairs were pulled over, smiles and handshakes were exchanged and a queue assembled for an autograph from the man who was at that moment feeling fairly awkward. He didn't like the attention- that much. Obviously it is nice to be recognised but Chris already concluded that they didn't know him as Chris Martin but as 'that guy from Coldplay'. That is one name he doesn't like to be called. That or Hugh Laurie.
"I'm a huge fan!" One man said, the man at the front of the queue. "Could I have an autograph?" he asked.
"Sure" Chris said, smiling as he began to write down his signature on a tatty piece of paper that he had been handed.
"Thank you" the man replied before looking down at his autograph, looking puzzled.
"Is something wrong?" Chris asked, raising his eyebrows.
"I didn't know your name was Chris, I swore it was Guy!" he said, smiling before rushing away in a very camp way. Chris laughed. He didn't mean to be mistaken for Guy, arguably the most handsome member of Coldplay. And as Chris signed autograph after autograph, he finally was ready for what he came there to buy- A Yellow Volkswagen Beetle.
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