LMPYITP: The Random Passages

An Evening with Noel Gallagher's High Flying Birds - Part 3

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The handcuffs were tight around my wrists. Too fucking tight. They broke skin. I know they were just trying to knock me down and I was going to do my best not to let them.

"Come on!" The officer ordered as he grabbed my arm and pulled me to walk with him. Another officer grabbed my other arm and we headed out of the room.

The cells were stacked high above us. There were so fucking many of them and they were all full. Full of blokes, hard looking fuckers, screaming and banging as we walked on.

"HAVE A LOOK AT THIS CUNT HERE! IT'S LIAM FUCKIN' GALLAGHER! ALRIGHT, MATE?"

"FUCKIN' PUSSY!"

I tried to ignore the piss taking as they kept shouting and slamming against the bars.

"WHERE THEY GONNA PUT HIM? FUCKIN' SOLITARY? GIVE HIM THE ROYAL TREATMENT, EH?"

I didn't even do anything and yet there I was being led to a cell. For a crime I didn't commit. What the fuck was happening?

They put me in my cell and threw away the fucking key. What was I going to do? What was going to happen to me? I weren't cut out for prison. I run my mouth too much.

They'd fucking kill me. They'd fucking...

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My eyes shot open as I tried to catch my breath. The bedroom was dark and scary. I couldn't see anything.

"Blue?" I called into the darkness on my right.

No answer.

"Blue!"

I reached over to where she was...but she wasn't there.

'She's gone.' I reminded myself.

How could I fucking forget?

Still, I had hope. Maybe it was all just a bad dream. One big fucking bad dream. With prisons and spiders and my bird fucking off and leaving me.

But it wasn't.

I moved over to her side of the bed. It was cold but it still smelled like her. The pillows had the fragrance of her shampoo. That good stuff that made her hair really fucking soft. And her perfume. Lavender and cherry blossoms...and her.

I shouldn't have let her leave. It was my fault. I let her out of my sight for two seconds and all hell broke loose.

I couldn't fucking sleep. Where was she? Where the fuck was Noel hiding her?

Germany. It wasn't that far but still out of the country and away from me. And all the stuff we'd built up in the last few weeks.

Him and his band had a couple dates there. They already done a gig in Munich and were about to do one in some other city.

What city was it?

'Cologne.' I told myself.

That's right.

There was only one thing to do.

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The bed in my hotel room was really comfortable. But I suppose Noel wouldn't have had it any other way. The rest of us lot in the band may have been pretty anonymous compared to him but we still got treated well. This had been my gig since the Zutons broke up and I wasn't complaining. Noel was a pretty good chap as a boss.