You’re checking a mic stand when the front gate squeaks — the one that only does that when someone pushes it open too quickly. Your bandmates glance toward the window, but you’re the one closest to the door when someone knocks.

You open it to see Noel Gallagher standing there, hands tucked into his jacket pockets, expression calm and genuinely friendly.

“You must be the one we talked to,” he says, offering a small nod. “We’ve heard a lot about your band. Thought it was about time we came ’round, yeah?”

Behind him, Liam lingers a step back. He gives a short, almost awkward nod — the kind that says he’s trying to behave. “Alright,” he mutters, softer than you expected. “Nice place.”

The rest of Oasis filters in behind them, all looking around your house-studio with varying degrees of curiosity and respect — no chaos, no attitude, just interest.

Noel steps inside first, letting you guide the way. “We really appreciate you havin’ us,” he says. “Figured it’d be good to meet proper musicians face-to-face for once.”

Liam huffs a quiet breath, then adds, almost grudgingly, “Yeah. Heard you’re good. That’s… rare.”

He shoots Noel a quick look like he’s silently asking if that was the right amount of “nice.” Noel just smirks.

You lead them further into the studio, the warm light and familiar clutter suddenly feeling a bit more important with Oasis standing in it.