What Monday and Tuesday Were: An Epic

Monday morning, 6th of June— the date me and my friends had been waiting for, for months. It was an important day for us all, and so I had woken up especially early to make sure I wasn’t left out in what was to become the biggest event of the year. After having breakfast and getting changed, I ran off with my brother Firdaus to the bank where I had some problems with my card. At that moment, Dot had smsed me.
‘Wargh, Sya! I can’t believe it,’ he wrote. My heart skipped a beat. ‘I have Coldplay’s X&Y in my hands write now, Sya!’
My jaw dropped open. That’s it, I thought to myself. I’ve lost the race. Dot and I had talked about ‘The Race’ for months. It was a race to see who would purchase Coldplay’s new album, X&Y first, and I had betted that I would beat him to it regardless. A bit brash of me, I know, but I was sure I’d get it before him, since I live nearer to a mall than he does (approximately 5 minutes away from One Utama).
‘So that’s it,’ I told Firdaus. ‘Dot’s won the race. He flippin’ won. But I’m not giving up just yet. No, sire.’
After finally withdrawing a few quid from the ATM machine, I sped off to One Utama. I ran there, actually, in my sandals. When I arrived, I immediately rushed up the escalators to Rock Corner. I looked around.
Embrace, Keane, Athlete, The Killers. No Coldplay.
I rushed out and hurried to Tower Records.
Rob Thomas, U2, Mariah Carey looking especially slutty… But no Coldplay.
I ran out and went to the ground floor where Speedy Video was located.
Again, no Coldplay.
Tired and disappointed, I shuffled to Movie Magic to try and look in there, but I searched in vain. No flippin Coldplay.
And so I gave up my hunt—almost. I ambled back to Rock Corner and asked them when they’ll be releasing the album, and the man there said, ‘tonight.’
I couldn’t stay that night. And so I went back home to tell the news to my family, and of course, to Dot.
‘Hey Dot,’ I greeted him through the phone.
‘Ah,’ Dot replied. Wait, no. Dot shouted. I heard voices in the background. Apparently he was still at Mid Valley, supposedly celebrating his victory with X&Y in his hands.
‘Dot, which shop did you get the album from? I enquired. ‘It isn’t even released over here!’
‘Erm…’ began Dot. ‘Actually Aisya, I lied.’
My heart stopped again. For the second time that day. I felt a mix of emotions – Relief and piss (is piss an emotion? As in the present tense of pissed). Dot had lied to me, but I was relieved to know that I still had the chance to be the first to get the album.
So the next day, I woke up early again and lived my life as usual. But at 3.15 pm, I set out with my sister Anisah to embark on the Coldplay hunt again, determined to return home with the cd in my arms.
My journey began at Rock Corner. No Coldplay.
Interesting.
Tower Records—No Coldplay.

All those other rubbish record stores—No Coldplay.
I was beginning to feel extremely disheartened. Plus, one of my toes had began to bleed, thanks to the sandals I was wearing, so I swopped sandals with Anisah and felt much better. I went back to Rock Corner to complain to the bloke I spoke to before.
‘Hey, when’s the Coldplay album coming out?’
‘This evening,’ the man replied. ‘at 5 or 6.’
‘5 or 6?!’ I was incredulous.
‘Yeah, it’s in the store room, and we’ll release it at around 5 something.’ He jerked backwards, and for a second I thought he was going to take a copy out from the store room. But it was too good to be true.
‘So if I come at 5 something, I can buy the album?’ I asked.
‘Yep.’
My spirits had been lifted. The clouds had parted. The storms had calmed. The flowers had bloomed.
I had to wait another two hours, but who cares? I rushed to MPH, my favourite shop ever, and began to read a book I’ve been wanting to read for ages. But I couldn’t concentrate, and resorted to flicking through a book about Ashton Kutcher. It was then when I realised that my sister was right and that this Ashton bloke’s really quite hot.
So anyway, at 5.30, me and Anisah rushed out of MPH and returned once again to Rock Corner.
And that was when I nearly died.
Sitting in a pile of CDs next to the Bloc Party albums (which I’m thinking about getting, too), were the dark blue X&Ys. Everything around me seemed to move in slow motion as I screamed ‘Oh my God!’ over the sounds of Coldplay that was being played on the shop’s stereo. My sister grabbed a copy of the cd and handed it to me, and I embraced it.
The shopkeeper turned to look at me and smiled (nervously) as I walked over to the counter to pay. He probably thought I was insane. But who cares?
Finally. Finally my adventure had come to an end.
I walked home with Anisah, the both of us smiling from head to toe. I had the album tucked safely in my handbag. My toe was still bleeding, and I thought of Albie, who once told the world of how he ‘bleeds Coldplay.’
That night, my siblings and I sat in the dark with our eyes closed as we all listened to the gorgeous music that erupted from our hifi. It was Coldplay, indeed, in all their glory.
So all ended well. After months of waiting, weeks of planning and two days of searching, I’ve finally gotten hold of the Coldplay album. On the day it came out. And I’m probably one of the first in the country to get it, too. Oh, and I’ve won the race. But that isn’t important. Because even if I were the last person to get it, I’d still get it. And that’s all that matters at the end of the day.

~The End.~

This is, ladies and gentlemen, a true story. The main character has, however been exaggerated to the point where she seems obsessed, but the plot and storyline remain true to the actual even t that occurred.
P/s: Thanks for the idea, Ezuan! I was planning to write about my day, but you made me turn it into an epic! Well, I tried to turn it into an epic, anyway. Dunno if I succeeded though…