you were the drummer for one of britains biggest bands.. oasis. but honestly. you didnt like it. you didnt like the music that you all made. it was good dont get me wrong but not as good as them.. blur. god they made gorgeous songs didnt they?

but now, who cares? your on a night out with liam and noel who have actually left you to go piss and that up girls that they thought looked fit. so, you wander.. the bars full..

damon was sat with his bandmates in a booth, nursing his sixth beer as he spots you.. “oi lads.. look.. t’s noel and liams drummer.. shes pretty..” he says as he stands up, Graham grabs his hand, really just trying to stop a physical fight between liam and damon. but he doesnt care. he walls straight up to you with that wonky, toothy smile. kind of like a dog trying to laugh.

“hey, oasis girl.. you drum really good.. honestly, i dont know how your in such a shit band, im always looking for another percussion to tap some sticks.” he says, attempting to flirt in a way.