stories from the city; damon albarn

The Late Show with Hans Erlich

The audience for the Hans Erlich show was packed with both Oasis, Blur and Hans fans. Most hadn't even dressed up for the occasion, some were decked out in band gear, and a few had honestly gone all out. In fact, there was a girl next to Chloe who's tits looked like they were about to pop out of her dress.

The girl wrinkled her nose when she looked at Chloe in her dressed and clean pantsuit, similar to the kind Hans wore. Well- to be fair, it was the same designer. The one who worked with the Erlich family for years. And still did.

"Who're you dressed up for?" She says, looking Chloe over, her voice sounding painfully American "is it Hans? Because I heard a rumor he's gay."

"I'm here for my boyfriend." She murmurs "Who are you here for?"

The girl beams, practically jumping to answer the question. "Well, Blur obviously, they're so fucking hot."

Chloe grimaced.

"You're aware they don't like Americans correct? I'd doubt Alex would even want to fuck you because of that scratchy voice of yours."

"Right. And I suppose you think you've got a better chance then?"

She laughs "How desperate do you think I am? Been there and done that."

The girl rolls her eyes, clearly not knowing who Chloe is, or understanding the implications of what's being said. Instead, before she can even think of the next thing to say, she squeals, watching as Alex James walked out towards the audience.

Slowly walking in their direction.

The girl squeals, standing up, as if she was trying to make it seem even more obvious that she'd be willing to get down with him.

But he grimaces, and walks up to Chloe instead. "Why hello there Chlo! I thought they were joking when they said you were out here."

"Alex. If only it were a pleasure."

"Don't be nasty. We're all friends here after all. Besides, this is quite the experience. America! With my band, your boyfriend and your brother!"

He continues, a smug look on his face "All but one, who can't stand you."

The girl is still buzzing around, catching Alex's words like a hummingbird flipping around for flowers. A grin creeps up her face as Alex starts to notice her lingering presence.

"Hello sweetheart." He says, beckoning her over "You excited for the show?"

She nods her head

"Good. Then fuck off before I have you removed. It's a fucking private conversation."

"Alex!" Chloe says, horrified, watching as the girl walked off, probably going to complain about Alex James to someone else. "You can't do that!"

"Yes I can." He says shrugging "It's like how you're choosing to sit out here."

"I want a good view of Ewan."

He snickers "Or Damon"

Her face falls, clearly not finding the insinuation funny. "Is Justine not here or something?" She asks

"Of course not. Since when does Justine entertain any of this shit?"

He had a fair point. Justine was a no nonsense kind of person. And had never participated in Damon's bullshit to begin with.

"Why are you even out here?" She asks

He shrugs "I like to stir the pot."

"Obviously."