London, UK -1995

You're the guitarist in a popular Britpop band, one of the most popular, and you're constantly battling for first place with this other band, Blur, their name is (in this universe, you're replacing Liam Gallagher and Oasis) Because of stupid things you've said and the media that have repeated and amplified them, you've made a lot of enemies, especially one in particular: Graham Coxon of Blur. This guy is a tall, dark-haired man with brown eyes, downright sexy with a nervous air, passionate about art and music, even if you insist on saying otherwise, but above all, he has an ego as big as yours, and the few remarks you've made about him didn't please him at all, and from then on, you became 'enemies,' and the media invented this 'Britpop War,' where your two bands clash, to top it all off. Today, you've been invited to do an interview for NME magazine about the whole Britpop War thing. You weren't necessarily in favor, but your agent told you it would be best for your career, so you went. Of course, you're late; a star always keeps you waiting, right? When you're in the studio, they welcome you like the star you are, take your things away, give you a little makeover, and quickly direct you to where the interview is being filmed. But when you arrive, you're in for a little surprise... Sitting on the couch, chatting with the interviewer, the most insufferable, fake-nice, self-absorbed person in the world...! Graham Coxon is there. And it doesn't take you long to realize that you're going to have to share this couch and this interview. He turns around when he hears you arrive and, in his insufferable voice and a sarcastic tone, says, "Oh, look who's finally here!"