In which Trixie Holloway only ever wanted to have a good time, and Damon Albarn just couldn't help himself.
The wild nights, of the Party Professor and the Slutty Superstar, led to an academic in the newspaper for all the wrong reasons. Battling the...
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The month of June was filled with anticipation for Trix and Damon. They were still in that complicated stage where they never shagged despite how often they spent the night at each other's flats, kissing and cuddling under the covers just like Damon had been desperate to do in his weeks away. Endless hours of snogging in the candlelit nights of their dreamscape.
He'd also been anticipating Trix's end of term as it meant he'd get to spend much more time with her. Every morning when she slipped out of one of their beds to go to work he felt a little less excited for the day. The hold she had on him was immeasurable when compared to anything else.
Surprisingly, after the little stunt Trix had pulled at the end of their game of strip Twister, the couple still hadn't slept together. Neither of them knew why at this point, it wasn't like they didn't want to, but somehow they always stopped themselves from taking that final step forward.
Trix believed it was her fault, she'd bigged it up too much. At the start of it all she'd said that she'd fall in love with him if they had sex, it weighed heavily on both their minds, and although Trix knew she was already suckered in, it was like she was scared of actually shagging him. Not the actuality of it but for what it meant.
It didn't matter much though, Damon was still kicking around in the deep end of life. The band had just been informed they'd play a NME gig in a couple of weeks with a few other bands, one of which was Suede, home to Brett Anderson, the man who Damon stole his ex-girlfriend, Justine Frischmann, from.
Brett and Damon always had, and always would, hate each other, something in their DNA posing them against each other from the very start. Brett was mysterious and intellectually witty whereas Damon loved parading around and straight up insulting people to their faces, immediately putting them at odds with each other; their personalities bound to clash at some point.
Even despite the numerous gigs Blur would perform between now and then, it made Damon extremely anxious, which was something he hated revealing about himself. Suede had been getting good reviews recently, something she wished she could say about her boys, but it just wasn't the case.
News of their disastrous US tour had spread, it featured in every music magazine that could be published in London. Every newsagents they walked past was plastered with the success of his ex's, ex's band and the catastrophic failure of his own. Suede had been crowned 'the best new band in Britain' and had their own cover of Melody Maker despite only realising one single, which had happened whilst Blur were in America. Where were Blur's doting fans and front page covers?
Trixie didn't have the heart to tell him some of his music was shit though, in fact she'd rather enjoyed Suede's first single: The Drowners. It was sexually ambiguous and filthy sounding, two things Trix sought after in music, and she'd gone so far as to purchase the seven-inch single whilst Damon was away on tour. It was currently hidden in the bottom drawer of her wardrobe.
