Mental Mate • Damon Albarn

Two

There was a loud knock at the door disturbing the boys all gathered around in Damons living room.

As soon as Damon got up and answered his door a slim figure slid in shutting it behind her. "Hiya love" she smiled slightly out of breath.

"What's wrong?" Damon asked eyeing the girl. "How do you know where I live ?" He was filled with questions which she want going to answer.

"Oh, hiding from the polis" Damon looked at her squint eyed. "Police" she explained.

"Well I personally don't want to be arrested for helping a fugitive!" Alex piped up.

"Fuck off Alex, do you want a guitarist or not?"

"Well preferably one that won't be behind bars!" He shouted his words laced with slight panic.

"They didn't get my face" she argued "plus they were slow bastards"

"So do you actually have our vinyl?" Dave asked interrupting the argument, curious as to why such a famous woman owned their vinyl.

"Of course sweetheart" she smiled, she really did like blur something about their music always dragged her in, mostly Damon's magic voice.

"The press make you seem like a cunt" Alex piped up again, confused by the girls opposite personalities.

"I'm only a cunt if you piss me off, they piss me off a lot." Monroe seriously fucking hated the press, some twat even started a rumour that her and Liam were dating, seriously? Get a fucking life.

There was a video of Liam pecking her lips while they were arguing. As a piss take of course. If Liam did it to Noel there would be no questions but all they wanted to do was sexualise the girl. Some weirdo probably got off to thinking about that video.

Monroe always was famous for being a heart throb, all the girls wanted to be her and all the boys wanted to shag her.

"Can someone get me guitar please" she asked still standing next to Damon who was quick to rush to his bedroom and bring back a dark Stratocaster. Monroe didn't know shit about guitars, she couldn't read music either she just knew how to play.

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They were impressed honestly, for someone who couldn't read music she was pretty good, in fact very good.

As far as first impressions go that was a pretty good one for the band, apart from being chased by police before hand but that didn't matter.

They needed a guitarist and a guitarist she was, they had all taken a liking to her realising she wasn't as bad as the papers made her out to be. Dave felt a responsibility to protect the girl.

"I think we need to celebrate" Alex suggests, for what? No one had a fuckin clue.

"Meet you lot at Smithy's then?" Monroe suggests, Smithy's the local pub. She started living in London after she got kicked out. She still had £20,000 which she won on the ferry they got kicked off, though she didn't tell her brothers she had won anything.

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"Well done m'lady" the casino worker congratulates me, passing me a large stack of £100 notes. I notice Liam running into the casino, so I'm quick to hide my winnings.

He starts running in my direction and stretches his arm across the table knocking all the chips off the table. Laughing as he did so, I was quick to chase after him. In the mood for some chaos.

A random lad squares up to Liam, probably security and starts shoving him about? My fucking brother? Nah not on my watch mate.

I throw a punch directly at his nose, he reaches to his nose and looks at the blood pouring out onto his hands.

"You little fuckin slag!" He shouts. Me and Liam begin to run, going past a window showing the inside of the boat where Noel is sat with a pint chatting to Guigs.

"Oh fucks sake" I read Noel's lips, I giggle and wave still running from the cheeky bastard behind us.

We were running for absolutely ages until we came to a dead end and about 4 police officers where cornering us is.

"I reckon I could batter them all" i whisper to Liam starting our escape plan but before we could act on it a pair of cold hand cuffs were placed on my wrists.

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Next thing Monroe and the others were sat around a booth table in the pub. With her hair in a shitty up do and a tiny black mini dress on.

Every time she leaned over the table to do a line, Damon was getting a good view or her bum from her dress riding up and Alex and Dave getting a perfect shot of her cleavage.

The night was absolutely perfect, like the definition of perfect...

Until the little cunt showed up.