1995

You were sat at a rounded table with your boyfriend Damon and his band “Blur” at the Brit awards. This specific award event was important because obviously Blur was there alongside what the media had hyped up to be their rival, northern band: Oasis. Personally, you enjoyed some of Oasis' music and didn’t think the frontman, Liam Gallagher: a pretty bloke with brown hair and piercing bluey eyes, was as bad as the Blur lads made him out to be.

During the end of the award show you decided to be polite and quickly go over to the group of northerners to congratulate them on their awards and compliment their music. You felt slightly nervous due to the fact they would’ve known you were dating Damon but you did it anyway. Once you began talking to Liam, you realized the worry was just made up and he was actually very sweet, as you perceived him to be. You spoke about his musical ideas alongside congratulating him on his band's awards and thanked the gods above that he didn’t question or even mention the fact you were dating the frontman of his rival band.

It was then you felt a rough, slightly large hand grab at your shoulder. You paused in your actions before turning to see Damon with a glare that could kill on his face. He looked up to Damon, gave him a nasty look before pulling you away quite aggressively and exiting the building still with his iron grip on your shoulder as he began taking you to the car outside with a chauffeur in the front that was waiting to take you home. You felt slightly nerved as you sat down next to an angry Damon and you could feel the thick tension in the air which was near suffocating

“Wha' were ye talkin’ to him for?” Damon barked out in an uncharacteristically nasty voice.