#roadie noel gallagher

[leaawrites]

Come with me pt. 1

Roadie Noel Gallagher x fem!reader

Summary: in which, Noel fimds a new passion besides music.

Warnings: none, fluff

Wordcount: 1.2k

Masterlist

A number of lights separate the audience from whoever is on stage. A magnetic field surrounded them that raised awareness, whatever they do, they’ll do it there. In the spotlight and surrounded by people. Nothing will ever happen in the quietness of loneliness, not when enough people knew you to talk about you constantly.

“You’ve really dragged me here for this?” Y/n asked her friend, Mary, both sat at the bar of the little club they were in, lazily watching the band standing on stage, barely holding on to their minds.

“Oh, come on.” Mary urged her, knocking their elbows together. “You’ve been so moody all week, relax a bit. Once you start listening they’re actually good.”

And that’s what she did. Listening and nodding her head to the beat, because after all, once you start listening you start understanding. Lazy lyrics turned into words with meaning and chords that followed one another became one. A melody became a song and part of an album at last.

“They’re not too bad,” she concluded at last, when they ended their set and said a proper goodbye, before disappearing back stage again. The room wished them farewell with applauses and settled down once they were gone fully, making space for a new band.

“Good to hear, because you’re coming backstage with me.” The girl already pulled her by her wrist towards the entrance until Y/n stopped walking, looking at her with wide eyes at the new information.

“What?”

They were supposed to come here, listen to them play and go back home. Nothing more. Though that seemed to change throughout the night.

“I’ve met the guitarist yesterday, and you know how things go when I meet a musician…” she trailed off at the end of her sentence, looking at the girl with innocent eyes.

Rolling her eyes, Y/n replied, “You’re unbelievably easy to get.”

Making the other girl squeal in excitement and drag her down a hallway and into a backstage area. Inside, the air was filled with smoke, cigarettes and beer cans were cluttered everywhere around the small space. A sofa was put against one of the walls, most of the band sitting on it and soon enough Mary sat on the edge of it, flirting with who Y/n remembered to be playing the guitar earlier on stage.

Looking around the room, there wasn’t a lot of space left. The floor was dirty and leaning against one of the walls seemed too awkward to do in a place like this. Not with all eyes being able to focus on one in a matter of seconds.

Continuing looking around the room, she caught sight of a figure sitting on the other side of it, another small sofa sitting in a quieter corner. The person on it scribbling furiously into a notebook without looking up once. His fingers tapping against the edge of the papers every once in a while, like he was trying to remember the rhythm of his words.

When his movements stilled for a moment, Y/n decided to walk over to him, sitting down on the other end and letting her gaze stray over to the page until they focused on his face, which was now staring back at her. His eyes widen in shock at the sudden presence beside him.

“Hey,” she said, smiling awkwardly when he didn’t say anything in return at first.

Shaking his head as if he needed to collect new words from having all the others written down already, before he replied with a simple, “Hey.”

“Are you part of the band?” She asked, not remembering him from on stage but she didn’t even look at them as clearly to recognize every single one of the guys.

“Uh, not really, no. I’m just their Roadie, you know. Stringing guitars and all that,” he replied, his fingers still tapping against the paper.

“That’s cool,” she said. “Am I disturbing you or something?”

“What? No, sorry. I was just writing something, it’s not that important.” Holding up his notebook in reference before closing it completely and putting it aside. Focusing on her. “Why are you here?”

“My friend dragged me to the gig and well, she didn’t exactly tell me that she was more interested in the guitarist than the music itself. And now, I’m here.”

“Must be shit, but the band’s good at least,” he said, leaning back and relaxing more.

“They’re alright,” she answered, making his eyebrows raise in surprise. “There are better bands though.”

“Alright? Darling, they’re proper amazing. Honestly, one of the greatest Bands out there at the moment,” he argued, looking at her like she was growing a second head.

“Wouldn’t exactly call them one of the greatest, but there are definitely worse ones,” she tried to conclude with him, though when he shook his head at her in disbelief she knew, that if she wanted to keep the conversation alive, she needed to change the subject at hand. “So, is that all you wanna do? Just tour with Bands and care for their equipment and organize stuff for them.”

“Not exactly, no. Music has always been a passion of mine, though I doubt it will get any further than this. I don’t exactly have the voice of a Rock star,” he shrugged like it was nothing. Like dreams were nothing but a part of something unbelievable.

“But you can write, right?” She nodded towards the book in his lap. “Just get someone who can sing and you’ll be a step nearer to standing on the big stage you’re dreaming of.”

“All the great voices are already off somewhere with some other band. Signed and all that shit.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that. Most often, the most talented are hiding in the shadows till the last second. You just have to shine a light on them and they’ll surprise you,” she said, looking down at the notebook again. “What have you written?”

“Nothing,” he quickly answered.

“A song?” She asked once more, making his face heat up. “Can you play it to me?”

“It’s nothing really, I just have a verse and chorus as well as some loose lyrics for anything else.”

“Please.”

Flicking the book open once more, he picked up the guitar that laid on the floor next to him and started plugging. Creating a soft melody, to which he started humming until words melted into the rhythm and made it a whole.

“It’s not really anything,” he tried playing it down once he finished playing what he had as of now. His eyes avoiding her gaze and staring at the words rather than her face.

“You have a beautiful voice, remember that,” she said, leaning in and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Softly chuckling as his head turned towards her after she loosened her lips from his skin and laid her head down on his shoulder. “I mean it.”

“Thank you,” he said, starting to strum his guitar once more. “What’s your name?”

“Y/n. What’s yours?”

“Noel,” he answered, slightly blushing.

“Well, Noel,” the name rolling from her tongue so easily. “You will be big one day, trust me. I feel it. Now play me another song, please.”

Listening to his every word, she couldn’t help but feel her eyes flutter close and her breath steadying until she was softly breathing against his collarbone, sound asleep and looking comfortable by his side.

It felt right having her so close to him, Noel noticed as he looked down at the girl by his side with the soft smile still decorating her pink lips. He wished to stay in this moment forever, by her side.

[black--lilly]

Guitar solo

His fingers itch for his guitar but he hasn't had a chance to get off in days, and he's finally got the room to himself, at least for now.

He's a hot-blooded young lad, got to get it wherever he can. Set during the Inspiral Carpets era.

[guigsysdinner]

roadie noel <3

‘ROADIE NOEL!!!’ we all chant in unison.

[darklylovely]

excuse me i will never stop obsessing over roadie noel

[starshapedoasis]

[purpledovefeather]

[cardinalfirefly]

LIAM???💀

Source: twitter

[venusasnb]

yeah sure. whatever that means

[leaawrites]

Come with me pt. 2

Roadie Noel Gallagher x fem!reader

Summary: in which, a decision for the guture is easier to make than expected.

Warnings: swearing, fluff,

Wordcount: 1.9k (what am I even doing? I should be studying)

Masterlist

The room was alive once again when Noel opened his eyes, the cushion under his hand cold and nothing more but fabric. People were running around, gathering their belongings and yelling at him to ‘get his fucking arse up’ because they were running out of time.

They were hurling across the room, in sheer panic of not getting to their next destination in time, all while Noel was sat on the sofa still, with her on his mind. And there she stayed. Lingering night and day and through all of what he needed to do to keep his job; he did it with her by his side.

The two little needles on his wrist watch showed him that the time for sleep would soon be over, but instead of taking it as a sign to close his eyes, he kept them wide open, his hand still scribbling words down on the paper. He couldn’t stop his thoughts from flowing, so he made them immortal in case she’d be interested enough one day to search for them.

“As if she’d even remember,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief of his own delusion and finally letting his eye lids flutter close. Her face still against his shoulder, breathing down his chest.

Turning off the little light in darkness and letting the silence sing him to sleep, her promise of his future a quiet hum in between all of it.

‘As if she’d remember someone like me,’ he thought again, pushing the growing fondness in his heart further down the labyrinth in his mind and turning away from it completely.

“You have to stop thinking about him,” Mary groaned as she saw the girl once more lost in daydreams in the middle of work.

“I’m trying, alright?” She argued, letting the image of him be popped by the needle of reality. “But you had to see him - and hear. God, his voice was amazing.”

“You’re fucked, I hope you know that,” Mary said, chuckling as she saw the distressed look on her friends face. “I barely remember the face of the guy I hooked up with, and I knew him longer.”

“You were also completely high on drugs if I’m allowed to remind you.”

“The sex was good though,” she said, ignoring Y/n’s comment and dwelling in unclear memories. “You didn’t sleep with that guy, right?”

“Noel,” she reminded her. “And no, I didn’t sleep with him. I fell asleep on his shoulder.”

“What?” She burst out laughing, making the other people in the office turn their heads towards the two of them. “Sorry,” she quietly apologized. “How did you achieve that?”

“I don’t know.” Groaning, Y/n buried her head in her hands. “He was singing to me and I just felt this absolute calmness settle over me all of a sudden. And then, it was over. When I woke up he was still asleep next to me and I just hurried away.”

“Wait, he didn’t leave you in the night?”

“No?” She answered, half questioning her answer, unsure of how to interoperate the question and whether it was a good or bad thing.

“Oh my god, that boy is in love with you!”

“He barely knows me.”

“He lets you sleep on his shoulder the whole night and doesn’t just leave you.”

“You make it sound more dramatic than it is with that tone of yours.”

“Well, maybe not in love immediately, but at the very least he thinks you’re pretty and wanted to be closer to you.” Mary wiggled her eyebrows at the girl, taking her hands in hers and slightly shaking them in excitement.

“Also, he had his hand on my thigh when I woke,” Y/n added, unable to keep it a secret only for her to know any longer, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks and she looked at her shoes. It felt necessary to sustain her mental health and not go crazy in delusion.

Mary let out a quiet scream at the new information, her mouth flying open and her eyes widening. “You lucky girl, and all you do is leave that poor boy alone.”

“What was I supposed to do? I barely know how to even talk to a guy and you want me to ask him if he’d marry me or something.”

“Don’t be overdramatic now,” Mary said, earning a bored expression from the girl opposite her. “You could’ve at least left your number.”

“Would’ve, could’ve, should’ve, I guess. But I didn’t,” she said. “It doesn’t matter now anyway, he’ll be in another city tonight, long forgotten about me and it won’t matter, because I will forget him in no time as well. It’s just a crush, nothing serious.”

“If you say so,” Mary shrugged, going back to work and leaving the girl to her thoughts once more.

‘It won’t matter,’ she told herself. ‘In a few days, he’ll be nothing but a faint memory.”

If he was only a faint memory, she’d never had one that seemed to persistent in her life. In the late nights she could still hear his voice sing her to sleep, his warm shoulder against her cheek. He was faint, but he wasn’t gone and after a few months, she believed he’d never be truly gone from her mind.

The only thing keeping her sane and away from going crazy by beginning to search for some string of contact to the boy she met one night, where the usual visits from Mary. Reminding her that, whatever she might think could happen, there would only be one person knocking on her door and only one face she’d see when opening it.

Until she saw another.

The sun already went down as Y/n sat in her little apartment all alone. The tea still steaming in front of her and the record, which was playing to keep the silence away, still spinning. All acts of her day keeping it’s normal routine.

Usually she’d sit by herself until her eyes would begin to feel heavy and she’d call it a night, the cup empty by then and the second record done playing. Usually, there would be no one wanting to see her still after 8 pm. Usually, she wouldn’t have to sacrifice her warm spot on the sofa because someone rang the doorbell downstairs.

She threw the blanket, that once rested in her lap, down to the floor, so she could walk over to the door and answer whoever was freezing outside in this cold night.

Expecting to see a neighbour of hers or, at the very least, some delivery guy that couldn’t find his way, she opened the door with a bored expression on her face. Seeing the person standing in front, with their eyes to the ground and fingers fidgeting together, the flat line of her mouth turned upwards and her heart picked up speed as she heard the quiet mumbling of his words stopping the moment he heard the door creak open.

“Hey,” he said, being the first one to talk. Not getting an answer from her, he continued. “I know this may surprise you, and honestly, I don’t even know what I’m doing here, but, fuck, I missed you and I can’t explain why. I don’t know what you’ve done to me, whether it’s some fucking witchcraft or what do I know, for fucks sake, but I can’t get you out of my head. The band sacked me, I’m on my way back home and I should probably still be on the bus, but I saw your city and I couldn’t not stop by. This is all crazy, but it feels fucking right to stand here, okay?”

“Noel,” she stopped his rambling to catch the intention of his words. “What are you trying to say?”

“Come with me, please.” His eyes looked pleading, his voice sounded like it. Like he couldn’t stop himself from asking and hoping that she’d say yes. Like, if she did, it would everything - the lost job and unknown future for him - make sense.

“I can’t, you know I can’t. I have a job, I have friends and family,” she tried to argue back.

“I’ll get big. I’ll get a good job and we’ll have money and nothing from the past will matter then. You can work whatever you want, I mean, there isn’t a lot where I come from but you can go to Uni. Your friend said something about you wanting to go, that night at the party, but you never did. You can still do it.”

“I can’t, Noel, I have a life here.”

“Have a life with me there then. It ain’t more horrible than this shithole.” Noel walked further into the small space, closing the door behind him and leaning against it. “Come with me.”

“I can’t,” she said, quieter this time, more serious. The laugh that once accompanied the sentence was now gone and replaced by a sucked in upper lip. “But you can stay the night if you want.”

Waking up next to Noel was something she wished to have done before already. She should’ve stayed, she declared once she opened her eyes and saw him. She should’ve at least woken him and given him her number or address or way of contacting. She should’ve felt him this close a long time before already.

The soft feeling of his skin under her finger made the cold morning air, that was coming through the open window, feel less freezing. His body under the covers heating hers as his arm around her waist pulled her closer and his lips found their way on her forehead like they’d done this a million times before and would be doing it for evermore.

“Morning,” he said, his voice still croaked and deep from just waking.

“Morning,” she said, the smile spreading on her lips as his eyes found hers. “I thought about your preposition.”

His eyes opened more at her words, his mind awake all of a sudden. He couldn’t believe it, but it was true. While he was still sleeping she let the thought ponder in her mind. And in the end she came to the the conclusion, what could go wrong? A lot, but if she really got the place at uni, at least she had something then. Until now, she was only a small assistant at the local paper, nothing too much. Bringing coffee and all that nonsense. But she wanted to write, and nowhere unknown, she wanted to write somewhere where people would read her thoughts and opinions and where they would be taken serious.

“You have?” Noel asked, his voice hitching in the back of his throat.

“I think, if I get the place and everything works out well, nothing speaks against it.” Brushing some hair out of his face, she continued explaining her plan and thoughts. “I like you, Noel. I really do. And, as I already told you, I know that you will get further than being some lazy worker in an office. I want to be there when you do.”

Pulling her closer, he didn’t answer with anything but his lips on hers. Turning their bodies so he was hovering over her, his lips peppering kisses all over her face, travelling down her neck and chest whilst chuckles escaped her mouth from the tickling feeling of them on her bare skin.

If this was what being with Noel felt like every day, she was willing to let everything else go for it.

[elizabear]

if noel gallagher had tried this on the inspiral carpets they would’ve accepted it without question and said, “take a week, babe, you’ve earned it!! 💖💖”

[darklylovely]

roadie noel days are a gift, the timing of this photo is perfect, noel couldn't look any gayer unless he was ******* ****

[leaawrites]

Please tell me there’s more parts to the roadie Noel series I’m way too invested in it now

I can make more if you want me to...

You can also request stuff for it if you have ideas

[philcollinsenjoyer]

clear the searches noel gallagher great roadie noel gallagher hardworking

[acquiescest]

Spring 1991: Stella Blackburn interviewed Noel Gallagher in a Swindon venue spookily called The Oasis, during his time roadie-ing with Inspiral Carpets. "He was dead chuffed because he'd never been interviewed before."

not to prove his point, but mermaid's a banger btw

[coolxconfused]

New interview the BBC did with The Real People after the reunion announcement and they're talking about Liam's star quality again:

It was the early hours of the morning, but the bar of the Columbia hotel in London's Lancaster Gate was packed with musicians who were in the capital for gigs, or just hanging out at what had become the go-to haunt for artists and performers in the early 1990s.

Then, like a scene from a western, the noise gave way to a hush, then a near silence, and all eyes turned towards the door.

Ian Prowse, who at that time was in the signed Liverpool band Pele, was among the drinkers, and he too angled his gaze to see who or what had brought everything to a standstill.

"This guy had walked in, and there was just something about him, an aura, some sort of magic," he says.

Behind the enigmatic young man swaggering his way into the bar was Tony Griffiths, one of the two brothers who were the creative engine of the Liverpool band The Real People.

Prowse caught up with The Real People's bass player and singer and asked him who the guy was, and was told it was "his mate Liam".

At this point, the name Liam Gallagher meant little to most people, but to Tony Griffiths, he and his band were going to be "the biggest thing ever".

"This was a few months before they had anything out," says Prowse. "They were unknown. But he was able to just walk into a packed bar at four o'clock in the morning and turn heads."

Liam Gallagher’s charisma had made an impression, but Prowse was yet to hear the fledgling band's sound. When he returned home to Liverpool, he asked his agent – whom his band shared with Oasis – to let him listen to something by this new group.

"He played me this track," he says, "and I just thought, 'Whatever we're doing, it's not this'. It just wasn't capturing the zeitgeist the way this was."

The recording he'd heard was Supersonic, which was written and recorded in one day in December 1993 at the Pink Museum Studio in Lark Lane, Liverpool, with The Real People's Tony Griffiths on backing vocals.

According to former Oasis drummer Tony McCarroll's 2010 book The Truth, Tony and his brother Chris were "integral" to the creation of the song, which would be released in April the following year to huge acclaim.

Oasis, which consisted of Noel and Liam Gallagher, McCarroll, Paul 'Bonehead' Arthurs and Paul 'Guigsy' McGuigan, were at that time as much a Liverpool band as a Manchester band, cutting their teeth at venues such as Le Bateau and The Krazy House, where they supported The Real People.

It was striking the relationship with The Real People that put Oasis on the road to stardom.

'Your kid's a star'

The Real People had been around since 1987, and by 1989 were signed to Columbia Records. Soon afterwards they sold 100,000 copies of their eponymous album, whose shuffling drums, overdriven guitars and Beatle-esque harmonies won them an international following.

By contrast, Liam Gallagher was still at school and Noel was yet to pen the soaring sentiments of Live Forever in the warehouse in which he had a decidedly un-rock 'n' roll job as a British Gas sub-contractor.

Chris and Tony would meet the Gallagher brothers in 1992, while The Real People were on tour with the Inspiral Carpets, for whom Noel was a roadie.

"I would always take my own Pot Noodles with me on tour and he'd come over and be after one, so that’s how we struck up conversation," says Chris Griffiths.

"But when we met Liam, we were saying to Noel, 'Your kid's a star, he is'. And this is before we'd even heard him sing.

[...]

For Griffiths, their success was as much down to Liam's star quality as the music or musicianship.

"Noel was a good musician, but he was no [Ocean Colour Scene lead guitarist] Steve Craddock. A lot of it was down to Liam, his attitude and his voice.

[...]

Read the full article to learn more about The Real People's involvement and the early days here

[todays-just-a-daydream]

Oasis settled down in the bar with a gin and tonic or ten. There was merciless ribbing of any roadie with more than a passing interest in Manchester United - crowned champions earlier that evening, much to the disgust of the pro-City band. Then a bottle of champagne or two appeared on the table. Then the barman made the terrible mistake of abandoning his post. At this point, some drinkers would notice his departure and wonder how long he'd be, imagining wistfully all the alcohol they could purloin in the interim. Oasis don't imagine - they just do. Before you could say, "Bugger me, free booze!", two of the entourage were scrambling over the bar. Emptyin, the fridges and passing the bounty over the counter. One minute later, 50 bottles of beer were being stuffed under chairs and into innocent bags. Then things got really strange. Guitarist, Paul 'Bonehead' Arthurs, decided to go for a dip in the horribly convenient pool next to the bar. The Gallagher brothers, Noel and Liam, decided to have a scrap about an ex-girlfriend. Allegedly. Expletives started flying. Then punches started flying. Then bottles of beer started flying. Then furniture started flying.

Bassist, Paul 'Guigsy' McGuigan, valiantly tried to separate the Gallaghers, receiving two knuckle sandwiches for his endeavours. Someone started throwing chairs at Bonehead in the pool. Then tables. Liam had Noel on the floor. Noel tore Liam's shirt off. Other residents, tiring of the mass brawl downstairs, started coming out onto their balconies and shouting abuse. One particularly aggrieved sort was accompanied by his girlfriend. While her lover's attention was focused on the mayhem below, she would calmly open her towel to show Oasis either Nothing Very Much At All or Everything, depending on your perspective. At this juncture, the pissed-up band would roar their encouragement, causing the baffled boyfriend to turn and find his demure-looking companion safely covered by the towel. Then he'd shout more abuse and she'd flash again.

And so it went, with a few more punches thrown here and a few more items of furniture thrown there (ie, in the pool). Eventually, at around six o''bleeding'clock in the morning, the night porter appeared to tell the fuzzy thrill-seekers that, actually, if it was alright with them he was going to knock off because, urn, someone had called the police.