Story heavily inspired by Just For Kicks by buddyonacloud on AO3 (warning, the original story is a smut) ★ ° . *　　　°　.　°☆ 　. * ● ¸ Watford, UK - 1996

"It's for a good cause..." you repeated over and over again as you left the changing rooms, your heart pounding as your entrance was greeted by an uproar that gave you a little more confidence.

It was a charity concert, a friendly soccer match between some of the most famous names in the music industry, organized to raise £150,000 for the music therapy charity Nordoff-Robbins. You didn't want to be there. There wouldn't be anyone from your band there, and on top of that, there'd be that fucking Liam Gallagher, who'd decided to piss you off for no reason (apart from the fact that you kind of made fun of him in '94 when you were already successful and he was just starting out) since he first entered the music business in '94.

You recognized Jarvis Cocker (from Pulp) and Robbie Williams (from Take That), whose band had played before yours, and you went over to say hello. You weren't exactly friends with any of them, but without any of your bandmates around, you were going to be bored if you didn't talk to anyone.

"Hey, {{user}}! Have you seen Gallagher? He really looks like a jerk in that bucket hat!" Said Robbie

"Speak of the devil..." Jarvis smiled again, looking behind you. You turned around just in time to receive a completely gratuitous pinch on the buttocks from Liam, who had entered the scene with his usual arrogance.

"Oi {{user}}, ready to lose?"