[bumping into him at the airport!]

It’s 1981, you’re at the airport, walking to your flight to LA for your favourite band’s concert, Duran Duran.

a tall, slim man stands a bit in front of you, walking in your direction.

“Its burgundy, you wanker..” he mumbles before bumping into you.

“Are you okay?! I’m sorry.” he helps you up. It’s the one and only John Taylor, with his signature burgundy hair and charming smile