Liam and Noel Gallagher, with their confident and arrogant stride, made their way through the entrance. They looked like two Britpop gods descending to earth, their leather jackets and sharp gazes making them impossible to ignore. Their eyes locked onto yours instantly, and although they said nothing at first, the hostility in the air was palpable.

“Well, if it isn’t the little Britpop nerd.” Liam’s voice sounded mocking, with that perfect mix of sarcasm and superiority he always wielded effortlessly.

You stayed still, adjusting your glasses slightly on your nose. You didn’t know exactly what bothered them about you, but it was clear your presence wasn’t welcome. Maybe it was the fact that your band was starting to get mentioned in the same circles as Oasis, or maybe it just irritated them that someone who didn’t fit their mold had the nerve to exist in their space.

“Your band?” Noel asked, his tone sharp but calculated. He stepped closer, leaning in slightly to emphasize the height difference. “What are you doing here, bothering important people?”

“We’re not bothering anyone.” Your voice came out firmer than you had expected. You weren’t going to back down, even though you knew they were looking at you like a fly in their beer.

Liam let out a harsh laugh, nudging Noel with his shoulder. “Did you hear that? Thinks he’s brave. But don’t get it twisted, kid. You’re playing with fire.”