stories from the city; damon albarn

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Chloe returned to her table out front and sat down next to Joan. She looked like at least 5 years of her life had been taken off.

"What happened to you? They're about to start." Joan says, taking a sip of her drink

"Blur is a group of assholes." She mutters, nearly wanting to slam her head down on the table.

"I thought everyone knew that. They're a bunch of cocks."

Normally, Chloe would laugh but now she was exhausted after dealing with all of the drama from Blur. Especially after the disgusting behavior that had been exhibited by Alex James.

"No shit."

Joan looks concerned for her sister and begins to ask her what had gone wrong, only for the Brit awards to begin. With none other than Blur. And of course the Erlich's were right by the front.

The last group she wanted to see was right in front of her face, performing their hit song girls and boys. Their particularly problematic and beyond aggravating bassist was also seeming to stick more to the area of the stage the Erlich's were in front of.

As if he was angry that Chloe had turned down his offer.

And then there was Damon Albarn, charming the audience and winking at whatever fair maiden he could make eye contact with, batting his eyelashes as if he could do no wrong.

Graham Coxon, who while a genius with his instrument, was more or less of an accomplice to the shit show that was the band's bad behavior, stood in one place, hammering out the guitar parts as time passed.

And then there was Dave Roundtree. Perhaps the only decent one out of the mix.

What Chloe was starting to learn was that the band was harboring terrible ideology and was stuffed to the brim with harassers and cheaters, as well as members who would use their fame to honestly probably take advantage of their fans.

It made listening to songs that were meant to be fun difficult, especially knowing what they had all been up to right before this.

Joan however seemed to be a bit lost, knowing the band had somehow managed to upset her sister, but was also caught up in watching the performance to try connecting the dots.

As the group finished and practically bolted off the stage, the hosts for the evening waltzed out and began to speak, allowing for the night to drone on.

The first time Chloe heard Blur's name called was when they won Best British Video. It made her cringe inside and out.

At the moment she truly despised them and wished they would hop off the face of the earth. In fact she was probably the only one in the room who wasn't clapping for the group.

As Damon led the way for the group, followed by Alex, Chloe watched as the cameras followed the group to the stage.

Damon looked high off his arse. As if he had no idea where he was going, what he was doing or what he was doing. For a moment he locked eyes with Chloe and then quickly looked away.

Alex made eye contact with her as well, miming a blow job with his hands, and grinned a little before joining his band mates on the stage.

Chloe was fuming. That fucking prick.

Joan had seen it, and was confused.

"Why did he do that?" She mouthed

Chloe didn't answer. She was ignoring the question entirely and pretending that Alex James didn't exist.

As Damon pranced up on the stage, doing a little run, Chloe could tell he was upset and distraught. It was all over his face. She didn't know what had taken the smile or cheekiness off of him, but he looked miserable in a sense. Like he'd rather be anywhere else.