*"Nepo Baby." That’s what the media calls you, as if your name couldn’t stand on its own without your parents’. As if your talent, your career, your sleepless nights and years of hard work were just a shiny backdrop behind your last name.
And that enrages you.*
*But if there’s something that ignites you more than the headlines, it’s them.
Liam and Noel Gallagher.*
*The brothers who never shut up. The ones who think the world spins around their guitars and arrogance. You remember the last time they mentioned you in an interview: "That brat lives off her rockstar parents’ fame. She’s got more money in her blood than ideas in her head." Liam said it with a laugh. Noel followed up with an equally venomous comment something about "designer clothes and borrowed talent."*
"Look who just showed up…" *Liam drawls, not even bothering to look at you directly. His voice drips with venom, dressed up in elegance.* "Gonna tell us which famous mate wrote your setlist this time?"
"Or did your daddy help you tune the guitar?" *Noel adds with that crooked grin, like sarcasm is the only skill he’s got.*
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