"WaitTime and Avery Pince came out of nowhere. Rising from the shadows in 1992, the band dominated charts, award shows and the public's heart for nearly 3 years.
However, it seems Pince is taking a break, last reported being seen in the UK, suspiciously linked with...
GOD! What assholes! Hon, I'd wish you'd come back here. I need you, I miss you. The things they're saying about me." Courtney Love scoffed into the telephone, pausing from reading the article about her friend.
Avery paused, unsure of what to say, hearing the sound of the apartment door being opened, and swiftly looked towards her door before turning her attention back to the phone.
"I can't yet, I honestly just got here and I'm sorry, I really am. But I needed a break." She pauses, not continuing on with her sentence, knowing she could fill in the blanks on her own.
However, Avery jumped around her words, trying to be careful of her friend and her fragility.
"Fine. I'm just saying everyone round here misses you. Don't see why you've decided to fuck off with such a Pretty Boy. You're supposed to like the uglies here."
Her eyes widen. "Stop it. If anyone hears about that, I swear, I'll get so much shit." She says, exasperated that it seemed now even Courtney believed everything she read.
"I'm just repeating what USA Daily says, they even have pictures..." She trails off.
"Fuck off Love, don't you have a band to practice with?" Avery says, beginning to stand up, hearing voices from inside the apartment, several to be exact.
But Courtney seems to get the message as she groans before saying "Tell Pretty Boy I say hi."
"Never. He doesn't like you. And stop calling him Pretty Boy." She replies softly before adding "I'll call tomorrow. Take care."
"Whatever." is the last word exchanged, before she hangs up. Classic.
Tossing the phone onto the bed, Avery slowly makes her way to exit the guest bedroom and walks down the hall to the living room, where sure enough 'Pretty Boy' was seated, bent over his kitchen counter, fixated on everything but his guests.
"Didn't hear you come in, sorry, was on the phone." She says shrugging, before sitting down on the sofa.
"Pretty Boy?" He asks teasingly, flashing a grin at her. "Didn't know you had a name for me."
"Oh shut it." She grumbles before tossing a pillow at Damon Albarn , who merely chuckles and grabs it with ease.
Yes, Damon Albarn, the Blur frontman had met Avery Pince back in 1991, when WaitTime had managed to snag a tour in London. FAR before anyone had cared for them and hit it off then.
As most know, Blur is highly critical of those ratty American bands who call themselves Grunge. But it became acceptably okay to like WaitTime within Blur, as their front woman was particularly nice to look at, and she liked to experiment with her music.
Which was good enough for Damon, which meant good enough for Alex, which meant good enough for Dave. Leaving Graham with his own opinion.
Damon had originally wanted to tease the band out of London and the UK, tell them to head back to their faux-rock scene in the US, but ended up finding WaitTime quite agreeable, more so after a pint of beer, purchased by one Avery Pince.
The two have been friends ever since. So, when she'd mentioned wanting to get away, he'd offered her his guest bedroom, and his band's company.
Unfortunately, she didn't know anything about the current fascination with everything Blur till she found a photo of her and the band in a tabloid outside the supermarket. After all, America and the United Kingdom were two very different countries.
And the guest bedroom had morphed into her sleeping in his bedroom. But that had been a more recent development she needed to halt.
"Set me up with your bassist and I'll consider it." He said cheekily, referring to Pince's longtime bassist and partial friend, the monster that was Karlie Kate.
"I thought you and that Gallagher had a thing going on?" She says jokingly
"Which one?"
"The main singer, one who seems to hate you the most."
Damon nods his head before saying "That one is Liam and yes, you'd be right. But believe me, I don't know why."
"I bet you $10 Alex said something."
"You're probably right. I wouldn't pay you for that though." He seems to pause, acting as if he forgot something and then begins to speak again, as he seems to remember what he was going to say.
"Speak of the devil, the boys and I thought of an idea, thought you might like to get in on it."
She raises her eyebrows "What is it?"
"You'll love it." He waves his hands frantically, desperate to assure her that it was, in fact great.
"Once again, what is it?"
"Well. Oasis is playing a show here, tonight. What do you think about crashing the afterparty?" He grins, seeming proud of himself
Thinking over it carefully, Avery finally answers "There better be drinks."
"What kind of arse do you think I am?"
"You've got me, I'm in." Avery says smirking, crossing her arms.
"Do me a favor though, we need to leave soon and we're more likely to get in legally with you."