In Another Life (1993-1996)

With the lights out, it's less dangerous

Attempting to walk through the front door, I felt a solid obstical blocking my way. Ben had been sitting behind the door, looking out threw the peep hole. He was now sitting on the floor, looking up at me guilty.

"Enjoy everything you saw?" He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Who was he? Mum wont want strangers coming to the house. So who was he?" He was stumbling on his words, trying to make me in the wrong when he had been nosing in on my life.

"He's a stranger," I called over my shoulder as I headed up the stairs towards the second floor. "a not so stranger..."

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Whilst I had been out, the movers had been in, leaving all of my boxes scattered around the 3rd floor landing. Not knowing what to expect, I opened the first box that caught my eye, a tall one standing against the wall. My thoughts to what it was proved true as I pulled out a guitar. A Gibson no less. The strong red colour of the body reflected onto the surronding white walls. It was my dream guitar. I held it carefully, not wanted to give it any chance of a mark. I breathed in the smell of polished wood that radiated from it, making me slightly light-headed on the fumes. Somebody obviously loved me, if they had spent their money on this. Gibson werent cheap.

I turned the guitar over on my knee as i searched the box for a note. On the back was a small sticky note.

"Your going to need this to impress Gallagher. Careful what you play him. - Uncle"

This mysteroius uncle was taking good care of me, considering I didnt know who he was. I thought about returning the guitar, how could i trust this man? But as i looked down again over the bodywork i realised there was no way i could give up such an instrument. I placed it on the bed and searched through the other boxes. There was clothes, all echoing a very 90's style that im sure didnt come in until at least 1997. CD's including Nirvana, R.E.M, very early Green Day, Red Hot Chilli Peppers and Blink 182. There was even a Walkman. At the bottom was a photograph. It was faded, torn and looked like it had been buried, but you could still make out 7 smiling faces on a sunny afternoon. I smiled though i didnt know why. That photo brought back memories i was struggling to remember. It had been April? Or was it May? Ever since I met Noel, I had noticed that the memories slipped silently away. I could remember silly things like when Oasis first made the big time and how many films and TV programs Benedict Cumberbatch had starred in, but I couldnt even put names to the faces on the photo of my best friends. I put it in the back of my chest of draws as tears fell down my face. The door opened and Bens face peered round. He wasnt looking at me, so i came to the conclusion that he was feeling bad for spying.

"Im sorry for watching you and that man out of the window."

"Well it wasnt out of the window, was it?" I sniffed.

"No it wasnt, but there was screaming and, hang on. Why are you crying?" He walked over and put his arm around me. I stood up and walked away from him, not wanting his sympathy. I couldnt remember why i was crying, so i stopped. Ben sighed and walked out of my room, muttering under his breath.

"Thats stupid, crying over me looking at you. Women!"

I rubbed my hands up and down my jeans, comforting myself. My fingers traced a little card in my pocket. Of corse! Noel had said he had been working in the studio.

Passing Ben on the stairs as I ran down, i recieved a sideways glare. Hormones, I told myself. The phone wasnt being used so i picked it up and dialed immidiatly. It was on the 3rd ring when a posh womans voice answered.

"Hello, Creation Record Studios, how may I help you?"

"I would like to speak to Mr Noel Gallagher."