Best Days - A Damon Albarn fanfiction

Chapter 2: A Familiar Stranger

Damon's image kept coming back to Myra. Over and over, all she wanted was to see him again. Had she really fallen in love with a singer? What was it about this easy-going stranger, who also happened to be eight years older than her, that made her want more?

About a week later, Annie was watching the television, which was turned to a music review. Myra paid no mind to it, however; she was busy making a sandwich for her upcoming study session. "Why do you watch that rubbish, Annie? All they do is talk about that gaudy music."

"Some of us actually like it, thank you very much." This was during the adjustment period for Annie and Myra, when both girls were just learning to get along. Later in life, they would become close friends.

The tele caught Myra's attention, just as she was walking away, with a familiar name.

"Today in britpop," the female announcer started, "Blur's third album, Parklife, was released. It comes to rave reviews, much like its predecessor, Modern Life is Rubbish. Blur's frontman Damon Albarn was asked to talk about the album and the music video for its title hit. Here's what he gave us."

"Annie, turn it up." Myra had joined Annie on the couch and was more focused on it than she was. 

"I thought you didn't like modern music. Sudden change of heart?"

"No, I know him!" The program showed pieces of the music video for Parklife, especially the parts of Damon excitedly belting out the chorus: "All the people, so many people,..." The scenes were cross-cut with Damon's interview.

 "How do you know him, Myra?"

"The other night, I was being mugged, but he jumped in and helped me. He walked me home and we talked and everything."

"There's no way you could have met Damon Albarn. He's a superstar, he doesn't just go around in London at 11 PM saving damsels in distress."

"I clearly remember the last thing he said to me. 'Take care of yourself, Myra.' He had to go back to his hotel after that."

"Well, I'm not saying you're wrong. I just find it hard to believe that someone who doesn't even listen to britpop met its superstar."

"Okay, Annie. Be that way." When Damon's part of the show was over, Myra took her sandwich and carried on back to her room. She stayed in there for almost two hours before having to run some errands.

Upon her return from Asda (which is a popular British chain of supermarkets) with an armful of grocery bags, she stopped by her mailbox. A white envelop caught her eye; actually, it was the only thing in there. It was written in a neat handwriting, but Myra didn't recognize it. Then she looked at the sender.

It was from Damon. Her heart fluttered with excitement at being able to open it. She rushed inside the flat, where Annie was in the process of writing an essay for class. Myra was also excited about being able to prove to Annie that she met Damon Albarn.

"Annie! Annie! Look what came in today!"

Annie couldn't believe the letter she was looking at was real. Myra was right about her encounter. "Where in the world did you get this?"

"It was in our mailbox. He told me he would send me a letter or something. I told you Damon would come through!" Myra took the unopened envelop from Annie. She wanted the satisfaction of reading the letter alone. "Now, if you don't mind me, I'll be off now."Annie was left alone to handle the groceries. There weren't many, anyway.

Like a normal teenage girl getting an exciting love letter, Myra plopped down onto her bed and ripped the envelop open. The adress came from somewhere in Colchester, about an hour away from London. Her name, "Myra", was written in pink ink on the side of the actual letter. With wobbly hands, she opened the letter and read it silently. She could almost read it in his voice.

"Dear Myra," it started. "I've been thinking about you these past few days. My band and I have made it back home, and we have a new album out! Now, I know you think 'modern life is rubbish', I'd love for you to check it out. It's called Parklife. You heard enough about me the other night, though. How have you been? Have you been taking care of yourself? If you don't mind, I'd love to see you again sometime. Here's my number if you'd like to take me up on that offer. With love, Damon."

The 'o' in his name was signed with a peace sign. She though he was the kind of peace-loving, easy-going type. Without hesistation, she called the number. 

"Hello, Damon?" she said as someone picked up the phone. She was nervous about talking to him again. 

"No, this is Graham Coxon," the male voice said. "But I can get him for you." Graham, the guitarist for Blur, put down the phone and went to retrieve Damon, who was in the middle of a shower.

"'Ello?" he said as he picked up the phone.

"Damon? This is Myra."

"Why, 'ello there, lovely. I guess you got my letter."

"I did, thank you so much. I'd like to take you up on that offer. I'll be free this weekend if you'd like to go out then."

Damon thought for a second. Then a smile came to his face. "Yes, I'd love that. So, I guess I'll be on my way to London to pick you up?"

"But are you sure you'd be okay coming all this way?"

"Myra, I've wanted to see you for a week now. I'd be okay with it."

Myra smiled. "Okay, see you this Saturday then." She hung up the phone and sat there for a second. She actually had a date with a rockstar. If Annie didn't believe her before, she would once she saw Damon pull up to their apartment.