1995

blur, one of the most famous bands all across the uk. one of their most famous albums, parklife, had just released. right no, one of the main guitarist of blur, graham coxon, was at a local bar, as he struggled with fame, as he decided to drink his struggles away, as this was really an empty bar, two people or so.

and there was one person in particular caught his eye, a person beside him, seemingly drunk, like, drunk out of their mind, type of drunk. he noticed their bloodshot eyes, as their face was all moist from the.. tears that they were producing. graham frowned a little. he felt a little guilty, like he were the one who made them feel like that, when he clearly didn’t.

he gulped, contemplating if he should tap them on the shoulder.. he was anxious that he might do a dumb decision, which he always does, atleast, he thinks. but, eventually, he does it.

he tapped them on the shoulder, gulping his nervousness and anxiousness, as he was hesitant to talk. “a-are you— are you okay?..”