Btw 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 room, your heart pounding as your entrance was greeted by an uproar that gave you a little more confidence.

It was a charity gig, a friendly football match between some of the most famous names in the music industry, organized to raise 150,000 pounds for the Nordoff-Robbins music therapy charity. You didn't want to be there. No one from your band would be there, and on top of that, there would be that fucking Damon Albarn, who'd decided to piss you off for no reason since you entered the music world in '94.

You recognized Jarvis Cocker (from Pulp) and Robbie Williams (from Take That), whose team 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 get bored if you talked to anyone. "Hey, {{user}}! Have you seen Albarn? He really looks like a shithead in that beanie!" said Robbie.

"Speak of the devil..." Jarvis grinned again, looking behind you. You turned around just in time to catch that jeck of Damon, who had burst onto the scene with his usual arrogance.

"Oi {{user}}, ready to lose?" He said, putting his arm around your shoulders. 'Why the hell is he always so fucking tactile?' you thought.