LMPYITP: The Random Passages

A Tale from the Middle of Nowhere

                  

Noel was in really good spirits. He was still buzzing on the fact that he predicted the results of the Capital One Cup right down to who would score the winning goal. He was about to leave for Mexico to start his latest tour. I had a question for him and had to ask it before he left. Not because I was pressed for time. But because this was probably going to be the only time he'd be in a good enough mood to answer it.

            "Noel?" I said as I watched him play something on his acoustic. He hardly put it down now that he was gearing up for a tour.

            "Hmm?" He replied not looking at me.

            "Tell me a story."

            "What kind of story?"

            "The kind that tells me why Oasis broke up." I hoped I didn't push my limit but it was too late to go back now.

            He stopped his strumming right then. "Jules!" He sighed.

            "Come on, please!" I whined. "The press conference you did only did so much."

            He sighed again. "Alright." He nodded a little. "But I'm only gonna tell ya once. And what I say is the bloody truth, regardless of what anyone else thinks!"

            I smiled. "Okay."

            He rolled his eyes and then spoke. "I'd never had enough of Oasis. I had enough of him..."

...

November, 2008

            The Dig Out Your Soul Tour was well underway having begun in August and not stopping much since. Somehow though, Oasis managed to squeeze in a little down time between the European and North American gigs.

            Noel had been enjoying the luxuries of staying in separate hotels and flying on separate planes than the others. It was fucking brilliant and he had no plans to change things up.

            But then someone invited him to a party at the others' gaff and he had no choice but to go. At least the place had a swimming pool.

            Once there, he got a drink and began people watching. It didn't take long for his eyes to pick up on a couple people on the other side of the pool.

            'Wonder what the fuck those two are on about?' He thought as he took a swig from his glass.

            His little brother Liam was engrossed in conversation with his head minder/best mate/cunt, Steve Allen. They were sat on the lounge chairs totally oblivious to those around them as they went on and on. Our Kid looked really serious. How the fuck did that work?

            A couple weeks later, the band was officially back in the States and that for the tour. There weren't time for a sit about around some swimming pool in LA this time 'round. It was a fucking wank anyway.

            Things were getting prepared for the night's gig. Noel sat alone in a dressing room, mindlessly strumming his guitar. He could be gone for hours when he did summat like that. And at that moment, that's how he wanted it to be.

            But of course it wouldn't last too long.

            "Ee-arr!" Liam called as he walked towards his brother.

            "What the fuck d'you want?" Noel asked with furrowed eyebrows. "Can't ya see I'm busy?"

            "The fuck ya are, mate!" Liam replied. "Besides, ya've got all night to play your fuckin' guitar."