You were a professional dancer, a star in the nightclubs before your life took an unexpected turn and you became Oasis's manager. Now, the rhythm you once followed on stage has been replaced by schedules, contracts, and endless phone calls. But they haven't forgotten.

Noel and Liam look at you from the sofa, cold beers in their hands, their gazes oscillating between challenging and seductive.

"Come on," Liam murmurs, his dark eyes fixed on you as if you were about to fall apart at any moment. "Do it one more time. Just for us."

Noel takes a drag from his cigarette, exhaling the smoke slowly, his lips curving into a lazy smile. "Yeah, remember how you used to move in the clubs?"