stories from the city; damon albarn

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As Blur crammed into the limousine that had been sent for the band's use only , Graham found himself stuck in between Marcy and Damon. The girl from the coffee shop, who hadn't believed that Graham was anyone important enough to be on the Hans Erlich show.

And now, Damon had invited her along for some reason. She probably thought he wanted to fuck her, or that maybe Graham did. Neither of which was true. Graham wasn't really interested in fucking someone who wanted to see his rockstar cock, in fact he'd kicked the last girl who'd said that to him out of his apartment. And while Marcy was a pretty girl, he knew Damon's type well enough to say that he wasn't interested in her.

Dave was invested in reading his book, and Alex didn't want someone that Damon didn't consider competition. Besides, the fuckhead that was Alex really only liked sleeping with people who had pictures of him in their bedroom. The little cock liked feeding his ego.

"So, you're an actual musician?" Marcy says to Graham.

He nods his head, staring blankly ahead, watching Alex down a glass of champagne and seeing Dave snort a line off of his book...Weird. Anytime he saw Dave doing drugs it was confusing. Probably because half of the time Dave looked like he should be off teaching kids to play soccer in PE class.

"You party a lot, yeah?" She asks

Graham shrugs his shoulders.

"There are some really good clubs, you guys could all get in. I bet you could."

He doesn't respond, mainly just biting his bottom lip.

"What kind of music are you into?" She asks before listing some of her favorites "I really like Hole, Veruca Salt, and well of course The Smashing Pumpkins."

He winces at the mention of The Smashing Pumpkins.

"Billy Corgan is a bit of a mental freak.." He says trailing off "So is Courtney Love." He adds, tacking the last bit onto the sentence

The girl frowns "They're musical icons. Wouldn't you say so?"

"I've heard enough about them to make me disagree." He mutters, sounding bored.

"Like what?"

"Billy Corgan cursed out a friend of mine because she didn't tune a string fast enough, and then he berated the rest of his band and everyone else backstage at Reading for a solid hour and a half...Courtney Love is just a freak of nature."

"Great fuck though." Alex says "Best of my life."

Graham stared up at the ceiling. Gross. Had she and Alex really had sex? Did Avery know that? God. He hoped she didn't.

"She's a fucking menace, spends half of the time ringing Damon's phone off the hook. Jesus. His answering machine is just a bunch of coked up croaks."

"Why's she calling?"

"Damon is a gracious host." Graham says, before nudging Damon to explain.

"Right, Avery Pince is my occasional house guest."

Marcy's eyes widen. "I love WaitTime! and wait, you're telling me, I'm sitting in a car with Avery Pince's roommate? What the fuck?" She starts gushing "I skipped my graduation to see her play with Hole last year, it was so fucking meta! I mean seriously, I've never heard more fuzz on a guitar in my life-"

Her words slowly started melting into nonsense as Graham further zoned out. God. Is this what it was like anytime Alex had sex? He thrusted as someone talked his ear off about his famous friends?

Well, maybe the fans in the UK were less celebrity obsessed. Here it was like collecting pokemon cards, how many connections could you get? that, sort of thing.

He was starting to wish he'd rode with the band's manager. At least in that car it would be mainly quiet, with the occasional business call, and angry hand gestures. That seemed much more appealing than what was happening now.

Meanwhile, Ewan McGregor and Chloe Erlich had been stuck in the NBC lobby for thirty minutes while the Hans Erlich show prepared for the taping of the night.

"He got in at the same time as us, and has a whole prep team. What the fuck is taking so long?" Chloe complained, tapping her heel angrily on the tiled floor.

Ewan shrugged, brushing off his leather jacket before going to the front desk for another update. "Are they ready yet? Can we at least head to our dressing rooms? Because my manager sent my suit up there and I'm pretty sure it isn't fully tailored and I really need to get that looked at." He murmurs, sounding embarrassed.

The receptionist sighs, dialing a number on her phone, trying to get to the bottom of everything.

The elevator door opens and out walk two of NBC's biggest stars at the moment. Norm MacDonald and David Spade of Saturday Night Live.

None of these people were familiar with one another, only slightly recognizing one another's faces from somewhere. Just really seeing people who needed help, especially since there were now paps lining up against the doors, preparing for the coming nights show.

"What's going on Rita?" David asks the woman at the front desk, his brows furrowing a little bit.

"These two are here for Hans tonight. This one is the second guest, Ewan McGregor, and then he's brought his girlfriend, Chloe Erlich. Hans however is not in the building." She says, sounding irritated.

"Do you care if I say something about your brother?" Norm asks "No, it's not going to be nice."

She shrugs.

"He's a funny fucking guy, but my god is he one of the worst late night hosts ever. He makes the NBC building hellish, not even for his staff, but for the fucking SNL crew. I mean, we shouldn't even be crossing paths."

"One time his hat hit me in the elevator and he asked if I'd pay to fix the feather on it." David adds

"Believe me, none of us are Hans fans." Chloe says quickly.

Ewan nods "My manager got us into this mess, and now we're stuck here waiting."

Norm frowns, trying to think of a solution. "I mean, I have an option, not sure how big of a fan Lorne might be.." He says looking over at David.

David raises his hands up, wanting nothing to do with the idea.

"I guess the blame will go to me, whatever. Um, just come hang out on the SNL set and Rita can call when he's in the building. You can get away from those idiots and just watch us rehearse. Should be pretty fucking funny."

And soon enough, Chloe Erlich and Ewan McGregor had visitor passes for the SNL set, and were walking through all the different scenes, getting the grand tour from two of the casts biggest stars. This was a weird turn and not what the pair had expected their day to be like or anything.

Especially not Chloe taking photos of Ewan pretending to host on the main set.

"that could be you one day." she teases

He rolls his eyes "I think you underestimate America's love for the Scotts."

She climbs up to him and gives him a kiss. "Sure, but they'll adore you after tonight..or you know when Trainspotting comes out."

He wrinkles his nose "I don't think Renton's a loveable character Chlo. He's a jerk to his friends and dates a child."

Chloe frowns "But you looked fit doing it. And besides, I'm sure they can separate characters from actors."

The two wander around the set a little longer, occasionally watching some of the sketches for the night get rehearsed. But, they finally get the call, giving them the okay to head up to the Hans Erlich set.