“A house party. Tom, the boy holding the guitar, was the group’s joker, brimming with words and charisma. A guitar is pressed into his hand; the stereo is switched off. He slowly started to strum, willing his drunken fingers into action, memory recalling distant chords. He gradually found the song he was searching for and begun to play. At first his words were a slow murmur, but then his voice gradually builds in volume until he gets to the chorus – at which point, in unison, the entire group joins in. ‘We need each other, we believe in one another.’ It’s Oasis, always Oasis.”

Magic Party Place by CJ Clarke (5/8)

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