"𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗘, 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝗵𝗲𝗿."
𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒, the greatest rock band the generation has ever seen, the bona fide rockstars of their time.
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I really need to stop saying this but YET another long ass chapter, unfortunately there are no interactions between Maia and the brothers. This will focus more on the band's dynamic in the early 90's and how they got signed because I feel like I completely brushed off that whole information. And I really wanted to write happy Libertines because we've been lacking that. I feel like this is more of a filler chapter because I did not want to immediately jump into the whole thing with Liam just yet. Maybe lots of yapping and unnecessary scenes but it is what it is, might be my least favourite chapter. And ah.. those asking for THE THREE WAY SCENES of the band i'm sorry I COULD NOT FOR THE LIFE OF ME WRITE IT please!! It feels too funny so i'll leave that up to your imaginations you dirty bastards.
You're introduced to Irwin here but generally you won't get a lot of scenes from him because I cannnnoot be arsed to write about his ass. And of course, events of Barcelona is covered here!
Just thought you should know that i found your tears and comments in the last chapter the funniest thing ever. Good thing is you're getting a break of that in this chapter.
THAT BEING SAID i love your comments sm!! enjoy xx
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✧ 3rd September 1990 ✧ London, England
LOOKING BACK into the past was typically avoided. There were a number of occasions that depended on being forgotten, untouched, carved away into the trunk of a tree and never to be seen nor reminded of again. At least, not until one places the core of their touch against the grainy and rough wood.
These were bittersweet moments, most of them revolved around the band, and the aching times in which they had to fight against the current and hold on to their dear lives. The others, Maia thought of the two Mancunian brothers, the riveting vitality and lifelessness that they brought into her lives, how their relationship with one another resulted in one prolonged sibling rivalry, and how their families had to suffer for it all. She did not want to think of it. Maia thought of herself as a childish entity, she looked back on those days and wondered what had possessed her into placing herself in that position, why she had toyed with both boys. She coerced herself to forgo all the memories that led to their family's lack of communication with one another, the pounding heartache whenever their kids questioned why they avoided speaking and seeing their own family.
And family, over those years, became a wide concept. Libertines was family. Was, that is. Too much had changed since the band first formed.
Those were the days. That was what she always told people. The days began in 1990, when the three of them got on like none other, spending most of their days dreaming of playing in front of a crowd, their lyrics being sung back in a heavy wash of achievements. There were times when Maia wished that things would remain frozen, that time would not have ticked forward, that the band would have walked around in a circle and lived their days on repeat. That they would have all gotten along just as they once did.
