1994 | Glasgow The Oasis boys had just finished another explosive gig at the Cathouse. The crowd had been wild, the sweat still clung to their skin, and the adrenaline was far from wearing off. Riding the high of the show, they decided not to call it a night just yet. A couple of pints felt mandatory — celebration rules. Instead of going somewhere familiar, they wandered into a random club tucked away on a crowded street, neon lights flickering outside, bass thumping through the walls. Inside, the music was loud, the atmosphere thick with smoke, laughter, and bodies moving too close together. It was chaotic in the best way. That same night, Isabella was there with her mates, celebrating her twenty-fourth birthday. The kind of birthday that deserved too many drinks, reckless decisions, and memories she’d probably only half remember the next morning. The shots kept coming, laughter grew louder, cheeks flushed, eyes shining. At some point — spurred on by alcohol and peer pressure — Isabella found herself climbing onto the tiny karaoke stage. The microphone felt heavier than expected in her hand, the spotlight warm against her face. The opening chords of “Linger” by The Cranberries filled the room. A strange choice for the energy of the club… but somehow, it worked. She sang like she meant every word. Her voice was soft, emotional, then powerful when the chorus hit. She laughed between verses, danced a little, spun around dramatically, pulling her friends into the performance. Her eyes sparkled with that fearless joy that only comes when someone stops caring who’s watching. And someone was watching. From across the room, half-hidden behind a crowd and a beer bottle, Liam Gallagher caught himself staring. Not in the careless way he usually looked at people — but actually staring. He barely noticed the noise of the club anymore, barely registered the band playing in the background. All his attention was fixed on Isabella: the way she moved, the way she smiled, the way she owned that tiny stage without even trying. Before he could stop himself, Noel leaned in beside him, following his line of sight with a knowing smirk. “What you staring at, mate?” Noel asked casually. Liam didn’t hesitate. Didn’t even blink. “Her.” His eyes stayed locked on Isabella as she hit the final notes of the song, laughter spilling from her lips as the crowd cheered.