You could almost call them brothers. The two boys were constant companions, though as different as night and day. There was Scotland-tall and loud and swearing and redheaded. And there was Wales with snarky humour and quietness and perceptive quirks and shaggy black hair.

They had started a metal band of sorts; Scotland's voice was perfect for it and Wales was a genius with a bass electric. A junior drama student on lead guitar and sophomore twins playing drums and rhythm guitar finished the lineup.

Everyone assumed Scotland was at least slightly older. He had an authority and commanding presence that is expected of the oldest campaigner in a group. He made the most important decisions for the band as well as in other social situations. Even Wales gave him the grudging respect older brothers receive.

Except Wales was the oldest of the two.