stories from the city; damon albarn

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"You? You're in Blur?"  Chloe asked confusedly, tilting her head a little bit. "That makes more sense than you being a roadie." And it would line up with what Joan had been saying. He was a pretty boy. And girls would be hanging him up on their walls.

"I'm the front of it all. I sing and write." He says, still not really making eye contact with her, gazing off at the Oasis performance happening in front of them.

So Damon Albarn was apparently the singer Joan had been talking about. She wasn't wrong. He was a looker. And while he seemed to know who he was, and was proud of himself, his band, he didn't seem to really care, as if there was other people or things that mattered more.

"I guess I'll be watching you tonight then. My dad is a fan. I suppose I'll find out why."

"I'll be sure to give a good show. But then again, I always do. It's guaranteed."

He turns around, looking down the stairs that led down off the stage and back to the festival grounds, seeing a cluster of people sort of loitering around the bottom of the stage.

He grins a little bit, recognizing them as his own group of friends and begins to slip away from the Oasis stage, finding the company of his friends more entertaining than the dying conversation with Chloe.

"You're leaving?" She asks "With my lighter?"

"Come and get it." He says before jumping down the last set of stairs and making his way down to the bottom, surveying who had come and joined his search party. Among the group were all of his band mates, his manager,  Avery Pince, and Justine Frischmann.

He turns around, calling back up to Chloe and saying "Are you coming to get it or not? They don't bite you know." Which he does as he playfully wraps an arm around Graham's neck, who does not seem thrilled by the gesture.

Chloe sighed, looking over the group and finds herself growing hesitant with the presence of one Avery Pince. Perhaps she could accomplish scaring the girl off from Blur and send her on a plane back to America. So hesitantly, Chloe made her way down the stage. Besides. It was just to get her lighter. She couldn't give a shit about the looker and his friends.

Damon however, beams- glad to have someone else join his posse.

"Are you going to give me my lighter now?" She asks

"Later. That's my reassurance that you'll stay."

"Jesus Damon, are you kidnapping the poor girl?" The tall man asked, pushing his black hair out of his face, looking amused by the whole scene. "Because if so-"

"Shut it Alex." Justine Frischmann hisses

"Am I?" Damon says, turning to ask Chloe "Well, if I am then introductions need to be made." So he begins, pointing out each member of the group and giving some unneeded backstory about them.

Her opinion on Damon Albarn was high at the moment, he seemed like a bubbly character who tried to seem more like an ass than he really was. But hey, she'd only known him for about twenty minutes. And he was still clutching onto her lighter.

"Are we going for drinks?" Graham asked "Cause after earlier I really don't feel like seeing or hearing the Gallaghers"

"What happened earlier?" She inquired

Alex and Graham make eye contact, while Alex alone snickers before saying "That's not our story to tell." 

Avery groans, not wanting to rehash the story. Instead pushing her sunglasses up for a moment before saying "Noel Gallagher got rejected in the food tent. And he got a little pissed off when the boys got involved with it." She rolls her eyes "it's not a big deal."