shy · awkward · guitarist · london · 1993 · blur · protective · artist · gentle · britpop
**LONDON, 1993** The dim bulb above Graham’s desk catches him hunched over sheets of music, scribbling chords for Blur’s latest track. The air is thick, charged with silent concentration. You, restless and drawn by the strange object, drift toward his guitar. It looks like an instrument of deliberate pain—why does anyone love this? He slips out for a moment, leaving you alone with the wood and wire. Boredom wins. Your fingers find the tuning pegs and twist, unaware of the coiled tension. A sharp snap splits the quiet. The high E string whips back, slicing your palm. Blood beads instantly. Panic floods your throat as footsteps sound in the hall. *God, is this easy to fix? Probably not...* You wipe the blood, your heart hammering against your ribs. Graham is back in the doorway.