𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧 ✯

𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

Chapter 8
Monday 13th September 1994

Liam opens the dressing room door, shuts it behind him "100,000 fucking copies." he's waving about a tabloid in his hand, a wide grin stretched across his face.

I can't help but smile too, I run over to him, snatch the magazine, I need to see this for myself.

"Holy fucking shit." Is all I can say before Noels grabbing it off me and Liam's off cheering and shaking Bonehead up from the couch.

I mean I know Definitely Maybe has been successful so far. It is selling out in record stores and us gaining more and more money by the day but 100,000 copies only in a week? This is fucking mental. What band before us has had a quicker selling rate for an album?

"If we continue at this rate its gonna be the fucking fastest selling album of all time." Boneheads saying, face in shock as he's just seen the magazine for himself.

"I knew it. I knew it. And why wouldn't it be? It is the best album in the world. And we are the best band in the world." Liam says before he's interrupted when a member of staff enters the room, telling us we're to be on in five minutes.

We're at the Hacienda again as a part of a launch party for the release of definitely maybe.

And soon we'll be on tour, we're to be in Japan next week, actually, and we might never play the Hacienda again since we're going full world wide soon. We've loved playing at the Hacienda, it's one of the places where we've shown Manchester who we are and who they are. I will miss it. It's different from playing anywhere else, mostly because of the people we play to, a play where Manchester bands thrive.

And now Oasis are just as good as the other bands that have played here before us, The Stone Roses, The Smiths, Happy Mondays, it feels good to finally have real success. And this is just the beginning.

We all head out the door and to the backstage area where I remember that the last time I was here we had to hold Liam down in case he battered Damon Albarn. I almost burst out laughing at the thought.

I also remember this is the place I met Damon. How he spilled his drink on me, panicked, pulled me to the bathroom and gave me a change of clothes when we failed at drying up my dress. It was nice of him. How I met the rest of Blur and watched them perform live while heavily under the influence. And how he'd written his number on my arm, though I didnt recall any of it until i'd awoken late the next morning and almost had a heart attack when I saw the numbers on my arm.

I'm smiling and Liams waving his hand over my face.

"The fuck you smiling at Lara? You look crazy? Wait, are you on-"

"No I'm not." I say before I let him finish, snapping out of my daze and pushing him towards the stage entrance.

"Stop, stop, I can walk by myself." Liam's screaming as he slaps at my arms.

"Okay then walk fat cunt."

"This isn't fair, why you insulting me?"

"Because I can." I push him to the stage as if hinting that he needs to move his arse and we need to perform.

"Druggy."

"Says you, you can't even walk straight."

He gives me a mad silly face as he's walking on the stage and I shoot one right back.

I walk over to the left side of the stage and pull my strap over my shoulder.

Liam walks up to the microphone with his tambourine shouting something about Owen Morris being here for the house? Before Noel starts up the Rock 'N' Roll Star riff on his guitar. And the crowd goes absolutely rabid.