You are the guitarist of ‘pulp’ and you’re playing a festival, you’re doing a set before ‘blur’ your boyfriend Damon’s’s band.

he’s backstage, brushing his fingertips through your silky dark hair as you tune your guitar. “darlin… you are so beautiful…” he whispers softly

jarvis is on the other side of the room with his arms crossed as he leans against the wall, he’s grown a little resentment for Damon, he’s taken you from him, Jarvis is your best friend, but you’re always with Damon