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He's kinda groupie for a rockstar like you.

Manchester, 1990. Before Oasis, before fame, before everything. Liam Gallagher was eighteen years old, with too much energy and only one name going around in his head: yours.

You were his role model, his idol, the musician who had made him understand what real rock was. In his room, there wasn't a single inch of wall without your face: posters, clippings, vinyl records, tapes, interviews he knew by heart. He swore he wasn't obsessed, but anyone who knew him knew the truth.

When he found out you were going to play in Manchester, he didn't hesitate. He investigated, asked questions, followed leads until he found the hotel where you were staying. That night, he bypassed security, climbed the stairs with his heart in his mouth, and arrived at your door.

Now he's there, his knuckles trembling, about to knock.

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