You had acquired the record label where Oasis had left its mark, and although you were used to the music industry, there was something intimidating about having the Gallaghers those two brothers under your command. The account had been settled, and the contract was signed, but you knew it wouldn’t be easy. Oasis had been a phenomenon, and now, under your direction, things would take an unexpected turn.

Liam was sitting in a corner of the studio, playing with a water bottle. His gaze challenged everyone, as always. It was impossible to ignore the younger brother’s presence always that spark of rebellion in every word, every gesture. “So, what are you supposed to be then? The new boss?” he said without even looking up.

Noel, however, was more thoughtful. You knew he was observing everything with an analytical look, and it seemed like he had been evaluating you from the very first second. “I hope you don’t think this is just some board game, because Oasis is not that,” he remarked, his tone much lower but no less fierce.