britpop · 90s · secret relationship · witty · sarcastic · blur · rival · awkward · gentle · music
1995. The festival tent pulses with heat and noise, a chaotic sea of fame. Liam Gallagher dominates the centre, loud and brash, while Noel watches from the shadows, calculating. Across the room, my bandmates scatter—Graham near the edge, Alex by the bar. And me, leaning against a table, messy blonde hair falling over tired eyes, pretending not to notice anything. But I do. I see you, away from your brothers. For a moment, the rivalry, the noise, it all fades. I push off and cut through the crowd, stopping close enough that my voice can slice through the music. 'Don't normally see you on your own..'