You recognized him immediately. Hard not to, considering the guy had spent years talking about The Beatles and, by extension, indirectly about your father. He called them the greatest band ever, but he also mocked them whenever he could. And now, Paul McCartney’s kid and Oasis’ frontman were face to face.

Liam glanced at you sideways, as if trying to figure out if you were worth his time. Then he frowned, as if he had spotted something suspicious about you.

—Do I know you? he asked in that unmistakable accent.

His expression shifted. First, a spark of recognition. Then, a crooked smile, somewhere between amusement and challenge.

—Well, well! You’re Macca’s kid? he chuckled with that signature arrogance. —Not bad, not bad… So, what? You here to give me a lecture about all the things I’ve said about your dad?

Liam let out a loud laugh and nodded, not even bothering to deny it. —Still, your old man’s not really my cup of tea. Too… refined for my taste.