Britpop Oneshots -To The End

Shake along with me - Damon Albarn

Word count: 6679

The 90s in England, Britpop is at its peak, and Blur and Oasis are the biggest bands in the scene. The rivalry between the two bands being the most media covered topic for months at a time, and being the drummer for Oasis, you're caught up all in the middle of it.

Flashing lights, interviews, tours, recording studios and sold out venues, something you'd never thought you'd experience after being asked to join your friends band back when you were still teenagers. You almost missed the calm and peaceful life, without cameras and microphones being shoved in your face every-time you went outside, but at this point dodging the paparazzi was an everyday chore, and you'd gotten quite used to it, but the fans, cheering and tours all felt unreal, it felt amazing knowing you have a part in something that brings so many people together, so you didn't mind the bad side of fame, as the good side cancelled it out.

You fixed your outfit in the mirror, giving yourself a look before thinking over wether you should've gone with another outfit, but before you had time to make a move for your closet you heard banging on your bedroom door. "Y/N! Let's go!"
You heard a very Manchester accent call from the other side of the door, of course Liam had let himself into your apartment.

You just shook your second thoughts on your outfit out of your brain and headed for the door. "Alright! I'm ready!" You flung the door open, as you nearly hit Liam, receiving a glare from the younger Gallagher brother, which only caused you to smile innocently.

Liam rolled his eyes, "Noel is parked on the street waiting for us, he's getting impatient." He scoffed, as the two of you began heading for the door out of your apartment.

"Of course he is, he's probably hungry." You laugh as you grabbed your keys off the table next to the door, and slipped a hand around the doorknob, opening it for the both of you.

"Fuckin' potato he is." Liam insulted his brother, a tint of sarcasm dripping from the words, causing you to chuckle as you shut and locked the door behind the both of you. The two of you began walking down the hallway away from your apartment as you checked you had everything you needed for the night, tucking your keys into a safe pocket in your bag.

Looking back toward Liam, there was still a bit of a grouch on his face, surely he's not annoyed over his brother, what's with his mood? You nudged him with your arm, grabbing his attention. "What's with you?" You quipped, with a slight brow raise.

"What do you mean, what's with you?" He scrunched his brows, or say, brow, at you.

"You're obviously in a mood." You continued, as the two of you turned a corner into another hallway, toward the elevator.

Liam's shoulders dropped and huffed before speaking, "Blur's going to be there... all four of em'." You whipped your head to look up at him.

Blur, Oasis's rival band, who the band (although you tried to stay out of it), especially the brothers, had been bickering with non stop. You thought the fighting was cliche, of course the top two most highly acclaimed bands in Britain were constantly at each other's throats, but why? Both bands were equally successful, was it greed? You didn't want to think about it further. But, of course, you would have to be on edge the entire night knowing that an egotistical rival could pop up out of nowhere.

You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes, "Well, the host definitely knows how to make a party interesting." Liam chuckled from beside you as you reached the elevator, his finger pressed the down arrow before he leaned against the wall.

"Maybe a fight will break out." Liam smiled widely, a hint of evil swirling in his eyes.

You just shook your head with a smile, "That will give Oasis a bad reputation, you know."