Brian's Five Pounds

Brian booked us a couple of gigs, but as the founder. May I make my band? Why before Brian? The news of the five pounds hits Keith like a punch to the stomach. It all makes sense. In those first few months at the Edith Grove flat, things were tough for the stones. They used to steal potatoes from shops and sell bottles back to off licenses to turn the electric fire on. Anything they had, they shared it like pirates. And then there was Brian, screaming off extra for himself, like he's better than the rest of them. That trust is gone once you realize that somebody's just out for themselves.