BRONA'S POVFucking interviewers man.
Who are you going out with now? Any new boyfriends? Saw you out and about with this person. Is it official? Blah blah blah. Fucking boring, like who actually cares about that shite. I know I don't, but being a woman in an industry like ours, it's all we got bloody asked about. They didn't care about our very impressive modelling careers, just about if we were shagging blur or not-think they thought we were all in a big fucking orgy together.
I loved the attention like, don't get me wrong, but sometimes it was exhausting having to answer the same questions over and over again. It was the same old shite, asking if Graham and Kat were dating or if Neve and I had any new relationships and only asking Jess about Damon, nothing else.
We were getting interviewed by some irrelevant magazine that just wanted the inside scoop on our shitty love life's. It wasn't that interesting really.
"Jess, you and Blur frontman Damon Albarn have been dating for a few months," the woman in-front of us stated. "How's it going?" Oh for fucks sake.
Here we go again.
"It's great," Jess gritted her teeth, "as I've stated in every fucking interview." And she had. From they'd began dating and even before that, it was always 'how's Damon?' And never 'how are you?' Fucking exhausting it was.
"Aye like no offence lady, I know you're just doing your job," I started, "but these questions are getting quite fuckin' repetitive." And for a bit I felt bad because god knows if she even had any control over the questions.
"Right, moving on then," the blonde woman cleared out her throat awkwardly. "I heard you're all hitting the runway again next week, is that true?"
Neve smiled happily, "why yes it is, Janelle!" How the fuck did she know her name. "Absolutely buzzing for it, aren't we?"
"Been dying to show off my abs for ages, glad I'm getting the chance," Kat piped up, a smirk on her face. We did have quite the habit for taking the piss in interviews and getting angry. Like sometimes the interviewer was dead on and you could have a laugh with them, but other times we would look like cheeky cunts.
"Right, well, good," Janelle coughed, glancing back down to her sheet.
"Have you ever considered a different career? Because I don't think this is going your way, Janelle." Jesus Christ Jess, now we're definitely getting slandered all over the newspapers this week.
"Our time is nearly up," Janelle informed us, almost gratefully. "Before we go, I have one more question for you, it involves Blur if that's alright?"
"No it's not alright, but continue," I smiled. There was no point fucking denying Blur questions, we were going to get them anyway. At this rate all we were was the 'blur girls' nothing else.
The woman scoffed at me, causing Neve to raise an eyebrow at her. Ah, that's what it was. She was the journalist at one of Blur's concerts that Neve and Kat got absolutely pissed with. Said she was a bitch.
"Oasis or Blur?"
And there it was. The fucking award winning question. Got asked it everywhere we went. Most times I would've ignored it, most of us would've and shrugged it off with a simple 'blur' sometimes we'd add in comments about the Oasis members, but we mostly did that in filmed interviews not magazines. Ever since that pub fight, I'd needed the opportunity to slander them.
"Fucking neither," I snapped, "both are wank bands and don't deserve to have the success they have. Sorry, I know I'm mates with Graham and all, but their tunes are shite."
"Good on ya Brona, speaking your mind and all! What a woman," Kat patted me on the back. "I'd have to say Blur, simply because Graham is my best mate and he's class."
"Neve? Jess?" Janelle called their names, startling the both of them. Jess wasn't fucking impressed, not one bit.
"Well I'm hardly gonna say oasis am I? Fucking of course not." She looked at me with a playful grin, "Liam sounds like a fuckin' car zoomin' down the motorway." Poor Janelle looked so confused.
"I think Liam is sound, cracker voice on him like." First compliment ever given by Neve. "But that Noel one, full of fuckin' shite he is." She shook her head, "Blur, yeah because they're my mates and all. Couldn't live with myself if I picked any of them Oasis fuckers over a sweet soul like Graham." Sarcasm was dripping from her as she'd muttered Graham's name. They didn't get on.
Finally we fucking finished.
We set off in separate directions, Kat fucking off round to Gra's because they were planning to go to the chippy. Jess had a shoot, so she wanted to go see Damon before that. Neve remained with me for the time being, both of us had fuck all to do.
"Fancy seein' you 'ere, love," I'm going to kill myself. Ending it all so I am. What in the everloving fuck was he of all people doing here? "Oi, Bonehead, Guigsy, tell Noel I'll be up in a minute!"
"Nah, fuck off," I spat at him, shaking my head. I'm not dealing with that prick after such an annoying interview. He grabbed my arm gently.
"Slow down you," he chuckled, letting me go. "No need to be in such a rush, is there? I just wanted to ask if ye've got a light?"
"What?" I blinked, couldn't understand a fucking thing coming out of his mouth due to being flustered by his touch beforehand. "Oh, uh...yeah, here." Fuckin' embarrassing myself in front of him, love this so I do.
"Cheers," he mused. He looked about a bit before speaking up, "go and thank Albarn for that black eye, would you? Made me look well fuckin' tough." In all honesty, Liam had done more damage to Damon, so that's why he was all smug about it.
"Fuck me, I'm not dealing with you." I tried to walk away once again, until he stood in-front of me. "Fucking move! Jesus, where's Neve gone?" I'd lost her once she'd went to the downstairs part of the building, hadn't a clue where she was.
"Stay a minute man 'n she was fighting r'kid or summat. Passed her on his way up the stairs and apparently rolled his eyes at her, so she fuckin' went off on one. 'Aven't seen her since though."
And I fucking stayed.
NOTE
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