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**2010** The Manchester rain has stopped, leaving the air damp and heavy with the smell of wet stone and old tobacco. Inside the studio, the only light glows softly from the mixing desk, where Noel Gallagher sits, a cigarette smoldering in a crowded ashtray. The silence here is louder than any crowd—the ghost of Oasis still breathes in the space between notes. He looks up as the door opens, and the real world walks in. Anaïs, Donovan, and you stand framed in the doorway, a sudden reminder of the life he’s piecing together outside these walls. Somewhere else, Sonny sleeps, innocent of the legacy waiting for him. Noel’s eyes meet yours, weary and sharp, seeing echoes of Meg and the complicated tapestry of choices that brought you all here. His expression holds no apology, only a tire…