(A/N: This imagine is an AU. Please be warned that there is some language that may be found offensive. Also, note that I did not include all of the lyrics and I added some words, as well as switched some parts around, because I intended for it to read like a conversation, such as the one that inspired Mark to write the song... in a typical conversation you wouldn't repeat "I want my MTV!" over and over... well, not usually anyway. If you find any grammatical or spelling errors, let me know!)

"Y/N, love, I may never understand what you find so intriguing about those videos.", your boyfriend, Mark, sneered from where he stood behind the couch. You were laying across said couch at his house one afternoon, focused on the television, which was currently blaring out a brightly colored David Bowie music video, courtesy of none other than MTV. "Marky, this is the future of music!", you fought back, leaning up to see that he simply scowled. You lived a few blocks away from Mark in an apartment complex. Unfortunately, the owner of the building had banned MTV. Ever since you saw your first glimpse of the channel, you had loved it. Luckily for you, Mark's family had his own house, so you could watch MTV there, and see him. It was two good things rolled into one, even if he didn't share your appreciation.

"Well, I best be going to work.", Mark began to walk over to the door. He was currently employed at a department store. "You don't have to work tomorrow, do you?", you diverted your attention from the telly for a moment. Tomorrow, August 12th, was none other than Mark's birthday. "I do. Morning shift, actually.", he sighed. "Well, too bad...", you moped. You had purchased a very special gift for your dearly beloved, something that he had longed for yet kept quiet about. You were going to surprise him at work. But, of course, this had to be kept a secret. "I'll be heading back home, then.", you clicked off the television and strolled to Mark. You two exchanged a warm hug and kiss before heading your separate ways.

(THE NEXT DAY)

You woke up extremely excited, and shot out of bed to get ready. Once you had breakfast and made yourself all presentable, you grabbed the gift, wrapped in colorful paper, and headed out to the car, where your mum's boyfriend was waiting to drive you. He had agreed since you needed a ride, as the store wasn't exactly within walking distance, much less with a present to carry, and since your mum herself was already off at her own job. "All set?", he questioned as you climbed into the back seat, lugging along the gift. You had to sit in the backseat in order for there to be enough room! "Yup.", you nodded as the car pulled out, already giddy with excitement.

After the trip, you bid your mum's boyfriend goodbye and strolled into the store, still clutching the wrapped item. Now came the challenge: to find Mark. The store he worked in was rather large, and he could be anywhere. Feeling a little lost already, you went over to a nearby worker, an older man with a bushy white moustache. "Excuse me, sir, do you happen to know where one Mark Knopfler would be?", you asked politely. "He should be handling some orders over in the television department, I believe." the man informed you, after which you thanked him and followed the signs over to the TVs.

Arriving in the aisle filled with boxy televisions, wall to wall, you sure enough saw a familiar figure, none other than Marky. Beside him stood a man with close-cropped blonde hair, whom you recognized as his coworker and friend, Gordon. They both seemed to be mesmerised by something on one of the TVs. Remaining silent, yet curious, you looked ahead and saw, and, once you inched closer, heard, it was none other than MTV! It was some tune called 'Sally' by the Ian Pearson Band. Hm, you hadn't heard of them. (Gee, I wonder why!)

"Now, look at them yo-yos! That's the way you do it, you play the guitar on the MTV... that ain't working... blokes get their money for nothing and their chicks for free.", Mark growled out, "Let me tell ya, Gordon, them guys ain't dumb. Maybe they'll get a little blister on their thumb is all! We've got to install microwave ovens for a living, we've got to move these colour TVs! Look-it, look-it, that little faggot with the earring and the make-up!" he pointed to a rather effeminate man on the television screen. "That hair's got to be a joke.", Gordon chuckled. "Yeah, buddy, that's his own hair! That little faggot's got his own jet aeroplane, that little faggot he's a millionaire!", Mark exclaimed, as if he couldn't believe his own words. "Man, I shoulda learned to play the guitar... I shoulda learned to play them drums. Look at that mama... she's got it sticking in the camera... we could have some fun.", he elbowed Gordon as a rather... large... woman was featured prominently on the television, before continuing, "And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises? That guy's bangin' on the bongos like a... bloody chimpanzee!", at this point both Mark and Gordon burst into laughter. "Like you said, man, money for nothing and chicks for free! Haha, 'I want my MTV'!", Gordon repeated in a comically high voice to convey his sarcasm. While they descended into more laughter, you made the move to approach them at long last, having been well amused by their conversation but decided for the sake of the celebration to not bring it up. You wanted your MTV, after all!

"Marky!", you shouted, which caused both men to spin on their heels. "Y/N! What're you doing here?", Mark smiled excitedly and gave you a hug. "You didn't forget it was your birthday, now, did you? I have a little surprise for you.", you handed your boyfriend the gift. "Little? That's perhaps an understatement!", Mark laughed at the present's size as he sat down on a nearby couch and began tearing into the wrapping paper. The surprise was revealed to be a brand new, shiny electric guitar!

"Wow, Y/N, you outdid yourself! What, did you read my mind?", Mark gushed, pulling you to him so that you two could exchange a passionate kiss. "I just know you so well, I suppose.", you giggled.