Alex Turner

I was at a nightclub, the music was loud and lights were flashing. I was with all my bandmates, celebrating the end of our tour. I walk up to the bar to order another round of drinks, I turn my head to the side and see you. You’re sitting in a corner away from everyone, it looked as though you were crying. I couldn’t help myself, so I walked over to you and sat beside you.

“Been a rough night, love?” I speak softly. Trying not to frighten you.