how soon is now? || w. a rose [i/v]

ANDY VIII

"Me, Eric and Yoko. I feel like in a way we were always gonna be a perfect storm, we all bright something that fit the mould yet was so different than what anybody expected. I feel like, especially the youth of Britain and even around the world, could relate to what we had to say. Maybe it was hyper specific, not many sixteen year olds have been arrested but a lot of them have felt that oppressive nature of authority, whether that be a parent or overbearing teacher. We also just got a long really fucking well, could you believe that we're friends outside of all this. I mean we got each other's families Christmas gifts, and I went to Yoko's brother's 30th birthday. We love each other."

// England's finest: The autobiography of Mind the Gap, the band that saw the British invasion through brit-pop and redefined the meaning of English music, 2013. CH ADRIANNA 20

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w. reference to a gun and alluded suicide attempt

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"Oh, hi Auntie! I didn't know you were calling, you should have told me," Andy sank down into the sofa cushions, breathing heavily after she had jumped to catch the tail end of the phone ringing.

"Sorry Anna dear, it's just nearly bed here and one of your songs was on Top of the Pops, and well..." Her Auntie's voice washed over her, the calming wave gently gliding over her. She hadn't heard Aunt Lucy's voice in well over three months now, always missing calls or straight to voicemail answers, the cost of the time zone gap.

Andy smiled, she could imagine her Auntie standing near the phone, the wire coiled around her indigo painted pointer fingernail. Her back would be pushed against the fridge, cramped into a small corner and looking out of the frosted glass window. Her black curly hair would still be in its bob, pushed back with those oversized blue clips.

She could still remember her Auntie leaned over the kitchen table, towel under her small nine year old hands, painting her tiny nails. It had been a bright magenta, a Christmas gift. She had always been mesmerised about how Auntie always painted within the lines so well, that was something she still struggled with to the day.

Mum had never painted her nails, scrubbing at a factory job didn't allow such frivolities.

"Oh it's fine, I miss you all too, how's Uncle Antony?" Andy stared up at the soundproof ceiling, she knew her Uncle had been having to visit the Doctor's back in June. When she had offered to pay to have him seen quicker, he had shook his head.

"Don't you go spending your money on me Anna, besides you're the one that needs the Doctors not me,"

"Well, that knee of his is still playing up, they are talking about a full replacement now. It's that bloody job I tell you, if he just let that shop go he'd be much better,"

Uncle Antony's mechanic shop had been a point of contention for years. The old building that could barely even hold a door up, the blue paint chipped off and hinges broken, was her Uncle's pride and joy. She should know, she worked there full time, five days a week for the better part of four years. Uncle had even come to his own wedding on a restored 1950's motorbike, matching helmet and bowtie.

"He's always been a hard worker. What does he think about everything?"

"Oh you know, 'I'm fine, it's just a little pain, nothing that some paracetamol can't fix', he has agreed to see the consultant at least. I think him realising he can't play footy with Ryan was the biggest push,"

"Well, us Bernows love to kick about, don't we. I got a full Premier League ticket for Christmas, he'll be well chuffed,"

"You spoil him, I tell you!" Andy didn't think she did, her cousin was a good kid and kept his head down, studying into the night to get perfect A's on homework, "Well, It'll get him past his exams, I suppose,"