I'd Like to be Somebody Else

Chapter 22

    I still couldn’t drive for days after because of my ankle. I visited my parents on the 17th while Oasis were traveling back from Paris and to Brighton where they had a gig the next day.

    As I walked down the drive I noticed my dad had gotten a new car, a black Ford Escort. I missed the Cavalier already.

 “Where’s the Cavalier?” I asked my dad who was sat reading a newspaper with his ankle crossed over his knee in the living room.

 “Stacy!” he got up and hugged me. “It had a problem with the engine. How’s the Metro going?”

 “The Metro is great, I still can’t believe you did that.”

 “Anything for my daughter.” he patted my back before stepping back from the hug. “How come you’re back on this fine Friday? Back to watch the World Cup with your old man?”

 “I’ve just come for my records actually.”

 “Wait right there.” he instructed. “Guess what I bought the other day.” he went off and came back with two vinyls, their blue and green covers looked familiar the moment I saw them.

    He passed me Supersonic. “ Doesn’t he look like that lad? What was his name?” he rightly commented. “They’re called Oasis, they’re just starting out, thought I’d give them a go.”

    He had a keen interest in music and great taste. He always knew the latest trends and could always spot an Artist that was going to go far.

 “What did you think?” I hoped he wasn’t about to slate them when I’d have to reveal they’re my mates.

 “Yeah, it’s good. You should have a listen.”

 “Erm, the thing is, he looks like Noel because that’s his brother, Liam. Noel’s that one.” I said and pointed him out.

    I hadn’t told them about the brothers’ career path, I’d barely admitted that I was living with them still. In fact I’d done my best to not talk about my life in Manchester at all.

 “Really? What are they like?” he asked sounding a bit too much like a young fan.

 “They’re just normal lads.” I shrugged. “You know what Noel was like, quiet and nice, Liam has a frontman personality, obviously. Bonehead, Guigsy and Tony  are alright anall, they’re good mates.” I pointed them out.

 “What are they up to today?” he said reverting to talking about them like the regular lads that they are.

    I grinned, about to reveal they were essentially on tour. “They are somewhere between Paris and Brighton, I haven’t spoken to them since they went to Glasgow on the 12th so I’m guessing everything went alright and they’re traveling.”

 “Don’t you go with them?”

 “Yeah, I’ve been to a few in Glasgow and places. I might be going aboard with them when my passport comes.” I didn’t want him to start worrying about me traveling.

 “Nice one. Let me know if you need a suitcase or anything.” He looked up at the clock for a moment, it was nearly three already. “I bet Billy could do with a lift home.” he suggested.

    I took the hint and went to get my now nine year old “brother”, I had no idea how he was going to react. He was usually indifferent to me, even when I brought presents.

    When he saw me, he ran up to me, nearly dropping his bag straight onto my foot and asked “What are you doing here?”

    He’d grown so much since the last time I’d visited.