There we go, a new chapter.
Since for some reasons Wattpad refuses to let me upload the link to my favourite Noel Gallagher - Whatever acoustic version, check out Noels performance from March 1996 in Fairfax. It's what the performance in this chapter is heavily based on and I can't watch it without getting all soppy.
Have fun with the chapter,
Lots of love,
Sally, x.
In Sweden, August 1994
I've met Dave in the noon, when I was exploring the festival ground and told him he and the others are invited to join the Oasis gig. So I'm not surprised to find him and Graham backstage as Damon and I walk in, talking with Bonehead and Phil. Bonehead hugs me tight and then turns towards Damon. In the background an obscure Swedish band play on the stage and we can hear them, drowned out mostly by the screams and cheers of the audience.
"Alright, mate? Found ya knickers again?"" Bonehead asks and grins at Damon. I'm irritated at first but then I remember that Oasis and Blur had an interview together a few weeks ago in L.A. when I had already left the tour.
"Knickers?" I ask. Bonehead chuckles.
"Yeah this one 'ere went on the piss with us and then he and Noel-"
"Alright, were are the eyebrowed idiots of yours?" Damon interrupts him and looks at me. "You help me looking for them?"
"Gra can help you." I say. I'll be damned if I don't rile him up about his visible embarassment when Bonehead mentioned that story.
"But I want you to help me."
"Why?" He shrugs.
"It'll be quicker. I'll just let you use your sibling connection or something. Come on now."
"But I wanna hear that story" I tease him further. Damon frowns.
"No. You don't."
Chuckling I follow him, wiggling my eyebrows at him as we walk past all the other roadies and crew members from different bands.
"You know I'll get to hear that story anyway."
"Not if I can prevent it." Damon mumbles. I can't help a smirk.
"Can I guess?"
"No."
"Oh come on Damon" I whine playfully. "Imma get ya anyway." He stalls. A spark appears in his eyes.
"You think so?" I hum with a smirk.
"I have my ways, y'know."
"And what exactly is your way?" he asks with a low voice. I haven't realized at first he came a step closer to provoce me.
"I could show ya. But you could also just tell me?" I tease. Damon slowly leans forward. His chin is slightly tilted up as he looks down on me.
"Alright. Show me then."
With big eyes I look up to him under my eyelashes. A smirk appears on his lips as he studies my face.
"Show me" he repeats.
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