Noel Gallagher

You were backstage of Wembley stadium watching Noel play guitar with his band “Oasis”. This was one of the first gigs they did when they had blown up and become an overnight success, and you were simply ecstatic. You had never seen the stadium so full and alive; the audience were chanting, screaming and singing all the lyrics giving the place a sense of community. Noel was in his element as his fingers danced along his pink paisley fender telecaster you had personally chose for him; finding some kind of amusement your gruff boyfriend was playing a little pink guitar. You noticed Noel glance over to you a few times through the performance and he’d give you either a subtle nod or raise his caterpillar-like eyebrows, your heart swelled a little every time he would as you watched his continue playing with a sense of pride in your heart. You were so excited to congratulate him after.

As the show finished you were too busy talking to one of the staff backstage to notice Noel had come off the stage. You noticed the staff you were talking to, who you guessed knew you were with Noel, pointed his head behind you seemingly trying to signal you to turn around. A pit formed in the bottom of your stomach as you turn to see Noel talking to a pretty, little blonde girl who you guessed to be some kind of sound technician.

You stare as you see Noel touching her arm and shoulder as he talks, laughing at her jokes that probably weren’t even that funny and look at her as she spoke like she was some kind of precious stone. The previous feeling of dread grows into a more sinister anger, Who the fuck did this girl think she was? What did Noel think he was doing? You were furious. You storm over to Noel and quickly mutter something about waiting for him in the car when he’s finished as you leave the backstage area and march to your car, slamming the door behind you as you get in.